After some earth-shattering violence, it was finally broken open.

Sure enough, in the mezzanine of the dining table, I found a stack of banknotes. Not much. Only three thousand silver dollars. They were all issued by Honghui Bank.

That's fine. Mosquito meat is also meat. It can barely make up for the mental loss.

"that……"

The spy's face was full of flattery.

It can be seen that he really wants to curry favor with Zhang Yong.

The purpose of the flattery was to let Zhang Yong go look for the body so that he would have no time to care about it.

Zhang Yong:……

Forget it. One thing after another.

"Where?"

"I'll take you there."

"Walk!"

Zhang Yong escorted the spy into the car.

The car driven by the Japanese spy was also driven away. From then on, the car was named Zhang.

There was no way, Zhang Yong was reluctant to pay for vehicles, weapons, etc. He could only rely on seizures. He hoped to save some wealth bit by bit.

"where?"

"Bolan Street."

"so far?"

"Not far. Not far. Not far..."

The spy was all smiles.

Any idiot can see that he is wasting his time.

Deliberately choose the farthest place. It will take an hour on the way. Then turn around and choose the farthest place again. Another hour.

In other words, it takes an hour to find a place.

If there were a few more places, seven or eight hours would have passed and it would be almost dark.

No, I haven't had lunch yet. I can only deal with two bites casually.

While eating, I called the 206 Logistics Warehouse. The phone has been installed there.

It happened that Shi Bingdao answered the phone. So he asked him to inform Shi Hu to bring his team over.

"Go to Bowling Street."

"knew."

Shi Bingdao answered.

Zhang Yong subconsciously wanted to hang up the phone. Suddenly he asked again.

"Is there nothing going on at home?"

"have."

"What's up?

"I'm really too busy. I don't have a lot of skills..."

"You have to trust the organization."

"What?"

Shi Bingdao was stunned.

Then, the phone hung up, without giving him a chance to speak.

But……

Zhang Yong's words still linger in my ears.

What is this guy talking about? Believe in the organization? No, why did he say it so smoothly?

sluggish……

illusion……

"hey-hey."

Zhang Yong smiled proudly.

I just said that I have a nickname? Nougat.

Li Yuanqing was stuck.

Sticking to Shi Bingdao.

Want to run?

hehe.

I will really complain to your superiors!

Put down the phone.

boarding.

keep going.

Leave the concession.

Keep heading west.

Finally, we arrived at Bolan Street.

It's a bit spooky here. The whole street is selling casual items.

Zhang Yong would not have dared to come here if he had not brought ten people with him. There were paper portraits everywhere, which was very scary.

"Where?"

"follow me."

The spy cooperated very flatteringly.

He took Zhang Yong to Yizhuang in the back and opened a coffin.

Zhang Yong:……

Finished.

It's actually true.

The spy movie turned into a thriller.

Inside the coffin, there really was a national army officer.

It looks a little scary. It's a human, but it's not a human. It looks weird.

It's terrible...

Understand that this is not an easy matter.

Kill people, kill people. But bringing people here is very strange.

I always feel like there's something hidden behind it.

There was no time to think too much. First call the security headquarters and ask for Zhou Yang.

"Shaolong, is there any news?"

"Bad news."

"Say it. I know they won't survive."

"Come to Bolan Street. I found another one. Bring more people. Bring a couple. I always feel that something is not right. I don't know what the Japanese invaders want to do behind the scenes."

"clear."

Zhou Yang hung up the phone.

Zhang Yong turned to look at the spy. The spy actually smiled at him. A flattering smile.

frown.

Thinking hard, but can't figure it out.

Had to give up.

Wait silently.

At the same time, send someone to look around to see if there are any clues.

A big living person couldn't have flown in. Someone must have brought it in. Or maybe it was carried in. I wonder if anyone saw it?
To be continued...