"In Japanese hands."

"What?"

"I captured a spy named Uesugi Sahei. He belongs to a large family in Japan. The Uesugi family. There are many more pictures found on him. But I don't know much about battleships. So, I want you to find them.

Someone help me see the drawings of what type of battleship it is."

"this……"

"It's okay. Just ask me if you have time. If I don't have time, I'll find someone else."

"Don't!"

MacFarlane suddenly took his hand.

Zhang Yong looked at him with a full face and found that MacFarlane's expression was strange.

how to say?

I just felt a little nervous and my breathing was short.

"Mr. MacFarlane..."

"Zhang, have you shown these drawings to anyone else?"

"No. You also know that in China, no one knows about battleships. We don't even have destroyers."

"Then, give it all to me. I'll give you a big price. Really. A big price."

"No, tell me first what type of battleship this is. I know it's a battleship."

"this……"

"Then I'd better ask someone else."

"etc!"

"Mr. MacFarlane..."

"Zhang! I will tell you quietly. But you must swear that you will never tell others."

"Okay. I swear. If I tell others that I gave birth to a son without an asshole. Is that okay?"

"That's it."

MacFarlane was relieved.

He knew that this oath was very vicious.

Chinese people attach great importance to incense and their sons. It is absolutely impossible to make fun of their sons.

"That……"

"This is a North Carolina-class turret..."

"impossible?"

Zhang Yong picked up the drawings suspiciously.

It’s actually a battleship from the Beautiful Country? It shouldn’t be! The caliber of the main gun is wrong!

He remembered that the main battleships of the United States during World War II all had main guns with a caliber of 406 mm. This kind of naval gun had mature technology and was extremely powerful.

However, the turret on the drawing has a main gun caliber of only 381 mm. This is the main naval gun of the Germans or the British. Therefore, when he got the drawing, Zhang Yong did not connect it with the Americans at all.

.who knows……

"The caliber of your main gun..."

Zhang Yong said subconsciously. Then he realized something was wrong and hurriedly shut up.

If you tell me now, shouldn't the main gun caliber of your beautiful country's battleship be 406 mm? McFarlane will definitely be suspicious!

"How many other drawings do you have?" McFarland asked eagerly.

"Hey, I'll give them all to you." Zhang Yong handed over the remaining drawings. He didn't keep any of them.

This is used to ask for directions.

It shows that the Japanese indeed stole a lot of drawings.

MacFarlane is an espionage agent.

The characteristic of intelligence officers is that they are suspicious and prone to overthinking.

If he handed over five drawings, he would definitely think that there were more. There were definitely more than five.

Either in the hands of the Japanese.

Or it's in Zhang Yong's hands.

Sure enough, MacFarlane's face turned a little blue, his breathing was rapid, and he checked each piece carefully.

"There are five in total." Zhang Yong said slowly.

After thinking for a while, he added, "I don't know if there are other spies. I just found one."

"Damn! Damn! Damn!" McFarland kept cursing. He checked the five drawings over and over again to make sure there were no mistakes.

Then, he put away all the drawings and said eagerly, "I'm going to report to General MacArthur."

"Please." Zhang Yong moved out of the way, "Your American Consulate is right in front."

"Okay." McFarland restarted the car and turned to him and said, "Zhang, help me collect the money. Give it all to you. If you find that you still have these drawings, be sure to leave them all to me. Don't tell anyone else.

."

"I know." Zhang Yong nodded, "I swore a poisonous oath."

"Thank you." MacFarlane breathed a sigh of relief.

That's right. Zhang Yong swore a poisonous oath.

MacFarlane may not believe other poisonous oaths, but Zhang Yong definitely believes them.

Because he is still young. He must have a son. There is absolutely no way that he will let his son have no butthole. The Chinese people's incense inheritance is deeply rooted in the bone marrow.

"You go to No. 16 Taikang Road now. The Japanese are waiting for me there. Pay attention to safety."

"good."

Zhang Yong nodded.

He was very happy to help collect money.

Oh, no. I am not helping to collect money. This money is my own. It is money from selling the drawings.

Hey, hey, full of longing. I wonder how much money it will cost?

OK, go to Taikang Road immediately.

Not far away.

Arrived quickly.

Park far away. Check carefully.

There is a red dot on Taikang Road. It seems to be at No. 16.

The person he should be looking for is him.

There is no weapon sign, but there is a money sign, indicating that the other party does come with money.

OK. This is best.

Make some arrangements and then walk over alone.

When he saw the target clearly, his eyes flashed. She turned out to be a beautiful girl.

It looks vaguely familiar...

Oh, I remembered it. I have seen it before.

Cui Yingying...

Yes. Cui Yingying. Not Cui Ying. Although she repeatedly emphasized that her name is Cui Ying.

Appeared quietly in front of Cui Yingying.

"It's you?"

Cui Yingying recognized him immediately.

Zhang Yong smiled and nodded.

Cui Yingying looked a little unnatural.

He didn't expect that Zhang Yong would show up. Shouldn't he be an American?

nervous.

But there is nothing you can do.

She didn't expect that she would be exposed like this.
To be continued...