Chapter 809, is this bad news?
At the end of May in the Gregorian calendar, the weather in Shanghai is very pleasant late at night.
Not cold. Not hot. The evening breeze blows. Very pleasant. It would be great if there were no mosquito bites.
However, mosquitoes are very active. Sitting down is absolutely painful.
In the telescope, Zhang Yong saw Shirakawa Xiuying. This guy is a bit crazy.
How to say? There is no intention of avoiding it at all. The goal is very obvious. He can hit it all with the help of a scope.
However, it is impossible to take action. There are too many restrictions in the concession.
Unless you are waiting for the other party to leave the concession.
Zhang Yong monitored silently. Suddenly, a red dot appeared on the edge of the map. There are signs.
Check. It was discovered that it was Lin Xiaoyan.
Eh?
She actually appeared again?
??What is this woman doing when she appears in the concession? Are you here to find yourself?
Approach the other person quietly.
?After Lin Xiaoyan entered the concession, she took a rickshaw.
Zhang Yong and his men suddenly came out of the diagonal stab and intercepted her. She was relieved when she found out it was Zhang Yong.
"Walk!"
Zhang Yong threw an ocean to the driver.
??The rickshaw driver, who was nervous, hurriedly took Dayang and turned around to leave.
?Lin Xiaoyan jumped out of the car.
Zhang Yong carefully monitored his surroundings. To avoid being followed.
She seems to be unpopular with the Japanese invaders now. It turns out that the people in the Special High School are all hostile to the military.
It is estimated that very high-tech science and technology will become the special-high-tech science and technology of the military department soon.
The original person is either hiding. Or run away.
"I hope you can open a message channel at the Madier Hotel." Lin Xiaoyan said quickly, "Otherwise, it will be too difficult for others to find you."
“What message channel?” Zhang Yong said he didn’t understand.
“Just give Madiel Hotel five dollars a month, and they will record all the information for you.”
“What message?”
“It’s what you want to receive. And what you want to pass on.”
“How to do it?”
"Every time you call back to the Madier Hotel, or when you come to the front desk of the Madiel Hotel, it will tell you who has a message for you. For example, if someone is looking for you, you can receive it in time. "
“Five dollars a month?”
"right."
“So expensive.”
“You can accept it. You can also not accept it.”
“Okay. I’ll try.”
Zhang Yong did not refuse immediately.
5 US dollars per month is still acceptable.
This is equivalent to the most primitive paging station. Information can be obtained in a timely manner.
“If I’m looking for someone, can I find him?”
"Of course. You can tell the front desk of the Madiel Hotel who you are looking for. If they meet the other party or the other party calls back, they can notify them in time."
"Understood."
Zhang Yong nodded thoughtfully.
In this way, it is indeed a lot more convenient. It may be used frequently in the future.
Once you step onto the international intelligence stage. There are definitely a lot of people that need to be contacted. There is a lot to deal with. Information must be obtained in a timely manner. or post a message,
Good thing.
At $5 per month, it is indeed a bit expensive. But worth it.
Bring your thoughts back to reality.
“What are you doing in the concession?”
“Looking for you.”
“Looking for me?”
“Yes. I want to have a deep talk with you.”
“Coffee shop?”
“No. Hotel. I’ve already booked a room at the Madiel Hotel.”
"All right…"
Zhang Yong did not refuse.
?Let’s talk deeply. He doesn''t suffer any loss.
Others contribute money and effort. He just needs to contribute. She paid for the room.
Turn around and head to Madiel Hotel.
From afar, I noticed that Afro hadn’t gotten off work yet. But Yurkina was not seen.
Enter the hotel.
Aphro saw Zhang Yong and smiled sweetly.
?Lin Xiaoyan brought Zhang Yong to the front desk and said to Avro: "This gentleman, I want to activate the information service."
"Five dollars a month." Avro said with a smile, "Based on the natural month. There are only three days left in this month. It would be a bit of a loss to open it now..."
“He’s not short of money.” Lin Xiaoyan said, “Let’s open it for him.”
Zhang Yong:…
Who said I am not short of money? I''m really short of money, okay?
??What did Li Yunlong say? The poor will beg for food immediately. He also said there was no shortage of money.
But in the end, he took out ten $5 bills. Opened messages for myself.
He really needs it.
"Thank you." Avro said while registering, "Mr. Zhang, congratulations on signing up for Fetion membership..."
“What letter?” Zhang Yong felt that this name was very strange.
“Fetion.”
"oh…"
So I was speechless.
It turns out that Fetion existed in this era!
sharp…
"Mr. Zhang, I have now found out that two gentlemen have left you written messages..."
"who?"
“See for yourself!”
Aphro entered the back room and came out with two envelopes.
Zhang Yong took the envelope. It was found that the surface of the envelope was bare. Only his name is Zhang Yong. Handwritten. The handwriting is beautiful, she is probably female.
Perhaps it was written by Avro, or another Belarusian woman. He actually writes very well in Chinese.
Traditional Chinese seems to be more beautiful?
Opened one of the envelopes and found that there was only a name and a phone number inside.
?The name is Tanavaro. Phone numbers are five digits.
A little bit looking forward to it. It''s actually Tanavaro who''s back? good. good. Did you bring the bullet back?
Open another envelope and there is a piece of letter paper inside. Take it out. A quick glance. It was discovered that Zhu Yuan left it to him. There is an address on it.
strangeness…
What message did Zhu Yuan leave for himself?
He didn’t mention it when I met him before! Have you forgotten?
Wrong…
Perhaps Zhu Yuan thought he knew.
In fact, I did not receive any message from the Madier Hotel. Missed it.
??If Lin Xiaoyan hadn''t told him, he wouldn''t have known about it.
“Mr. Zhang, do you need to send a message to someone else? Only Fetion members can send written messages to each other.”
“I know. Not yet.”
"please."
"Thanks!"
Zhang Yong and Lin Xiaoyan came up to the room.
It just so happens that this room is also on the fourth floor. Next door to Fei Xinqing. But Fei Xinqing was not there.
?Strange, that guy is already unconscious, where can he run?
Is it because the memory is gradually restored?
After closing the door, Zhang Yong began to take off his clothes skillfully.
? Lin Xiaoyan’s face turned cold, “Zhang, please tell me clearly first, what’s going on with Yosuke Yamaguchi?”
“What’s going on?” Zhang Yong deliberately pretended to be stupid.
“Yosuke Yamaguchi is not dead.”
“Dead.”
“He is not dead.”
“Dead.”
Zhang Yong insisted.
Who says he is not dead? You bring the evidence.
?Sure enough, Lin Xiaoyan was silent.
Her expression is constantly changing. Clearly hesitant.
Zhang Yong took off his clothes, lay down on the bed, pulled the cup and covered himself. Then sleep.
It doesn’t matter to you. I happened to be sleepy. sleep. Recuperate and recuperate.
If you want to talk deeply, we will talk deeply. Go to sleep without talking.
“Someone snitched on you?”
“What secret?”
“Do you know that Yamaguchi Yosuke is not an ordinary person?”
"He is a Japanese spy. Of course he is not an ordinary person. Strange, why do you keep saying that Yamaguchi Yosuke is not dead? I killed him with my own hands!"
“Where are the photos?”
“You didn’t tell me to take a picture before. He’s dead. Disposed of. How do I take a picture?”
“How to deal with it?”
"Put it in a car and burn it. Including people and cars. Destroy the corpses and destroy all traces."
“That means there is no evidence to prove it?”
"No. My men are all witnesses. They all saw it."
“Why burn it?”
“Because he is an employee of the Bank of Communications! The Kong family didn’t want him to be identified and criticized. So…”
“Zhang, you lied to me!”
“If you didn’t lie to me, I certainly wouldn’t lie to you.”
"you…"
?Lin Xiaoyan hesitated again.
Obviously, she had understood Zhang Yong''s words.
After all, she is a high-tech person. Is very smart and clever. Hearing the song knows its elegant meaning.
“Moori Usagi Maru…”
“Moori Usagi Maru…”
Suddenly, Zhang Yong heard Lin Xiaoyan muttering to herself.
Open your eyes. He found her standing in the dark in a daze. But the mouth did not open.
Did you accidentally "hear" her voice again?
She is still struggling with Mouri Usagi?
“Jiamusi…”
“Jiamusi…”
Suddenly, Lin Xiaoyan’s voice was heard again.
This time, Zhang Yong saw clearly. Lin Xiaoyan did not make any move. His lips didn''t move either.
Obviously, this time, he really "overheard" her thoughts. But it''s of no use.
Jiamusi…
Just a place name.
What value can it have?
It seems that someone mentioned before that the Japanese First Division has all been transferred to Jiamusi.
Yes, it’s the one who committed the crime. The 1st Division attempted a mutiny. In the subsequent processing, more than 300 people were shot. Everyone else, including their families, all dispatched to Jiamusi.
The question is, what is Lin Xiaoyan doing with this thought over and over again? Is she related to Jiamusi?
If it’s irrelevant, she won’t talk about it.
"open…"
?Lin Xiaoyan suddenly stopped talking.
This time, it was she who spoke.
?But pretended not to hear. Sleep with head tilted.
If you don’t reveal the secret of Mouri Usagi, I will insist that Yamaguchi Yosuke is dead.
You lied to me first. Then I will definitely lie to you too!
"open…"
?Lin Xiaoyan continued to call softly.
Zhang Yong noticed that her name for herself seemed to have changed.
In the past, everyone was called Zhang Sang. Calling Zhang alone now? He didn''t know much about Japanese customs and didn''t understand the meaning of this change.
“What to do?” Zhang Yong finally decided to respond.
“I…” Lin Xiaoyan hesitated before speaking.
“Speak directly if you have something to say.”
“Are you working with Americans?”
"yes."
“But we already gave you one hundred thousand dollars. You broke your promise.”
“Everyone involved in the kidnapping case is dead.”
“Are you sure they are all dead?”
“If they show up again, I can refund you a hundred thousand dollars.”
"But…"
?Lin Xiaoyan was confused again.
Zhang Yong tilted his head to sleep. how? Still unwilling to reveal Mouri Usagi''s secret?
?Okay, let’s just take it slow.
As a result, Lin Xiaoyan did not respond for a long time. Instead, Zhang Yong fell asleep in a daze.
?While half asleep and half awake, I felt someone curling up in my arms.
In the end, she still did not reveal the truth...
…
When I woke up in the morning, Lin Xiaoyan was already gone.
She does this every time. They all left before dawn. Mysterious.
?Zhang Yong doesn’t mind either. Just get used to it.
get up.
Wash up.
Go downstairs.
After breakfast, I started making phone calls.
??Of course I called Tanavaro. I wonder if he is in Italy Street?
Soon, someone answered the phone. But Zhang Yong couldn''t understand what he said. Maybe Italian? Zhang Yong continued to say in Chinese: "I am Zhang Yong, I want to find Tanavaro..."
??The other party still spoke in Italian. After a while, a voice in Chinese finally came, "Zhang, you finally called."
Zhang Yong thought quickly for a moment. I was sure it was Tanavaro''s voice.
This guy is finally back. I wonder if the ammunition was brought back?
“Mr. Tanavaro, do you have any good news for me?”
“Of course. I have great news for you.”
“Thank you. I’m looking forward to it.”
“But, there is a little bad news.”
“Let’s meet and talk. Where are you?”
“Of course I’m in the Via Italia. The Genoa Bar. Come find me! We’ll see you there.”
"good."
Zhang Yong agreed.
Look at your watch. It’s only around eight o’clock in the morning!
?This Italian was probably drunk at the bar last night and passed out directly.
Call people immediately.
Come to Italy Street.
??Densely packed weapon symbols began to appear on the map.
Good guy. This is Italian Street, not an arsenal! Why are there so many weapon symbols?
Be secretly vigilant.
?Those Italians are not a good person.
Don''t look at them, they are quite stretched out on the battlefield. However, it is domineering in some aspects.
Especially for Italians from Sicily, there is no law at all.
Sure enough, as soon as I approached Italy Street, I saw many men standing at the street entrance with pistols stuck in their waists. The pistols on their waists are all Beretta 1934 pistols.
Saw Zhang Yong arriving with many Chinese tunic suits. All of them in Mao Zedong suits also held weapons in their hands. The Italians were not afraid at all. Just press the gun with your hand.
“I am Tanavaro’s guest.” Zhang Yong expressed his intention.
“Come in!” Someone waved.
Zhang Yong then came over.
The team behind him naturally followed.
No one stopped me.
No one said that Zhang Yong could only go in alone.
?Although, Zhang Yong brought more than thirty people with him. Two teams. But there was a whole street full of Italians.
There are at least a thousand people in the whole street. Everyone has a gun. In addition to pistols, there may be rifles or submachine guns. When it comes to firepower, Zhang Yong''s thirty men are simply not enough.
In the early stages of World War II, the weapons produced by Italy were also of a certain level.
?The Japanese Navy once commissioned Italy to produce 100,000 bolt-action rifles. Used as a naval guard.
Most of the rifles and light machine guns equipped by the Japanese Marine Corps were produced in Italy. Many are imported goods.
Why not ask the Army to produce it?
Haha, the navy''s Red Deer and the Army''s Red Deer have a deep hatred. Are you looking for the Army?
Even General Yamamoto Isoroku would not dare to say that. Otherwise, he would definitely be hacked to death by an angry navy red deer.
Find the Genoa Bar.
Sure enough, this place is closed.
It is early in the morning, and of course the bar is closed.
Go up.
Knock on the door.
It took a long time for someone to open the door.
Revealing a bearded face. Smells like alcohol. Eyes are red.
Yes, this is Tanavaro.
?This guy is really cool.
?His motto in life is probably to lie down wherever he gets drunk...
?This guy is also very lucky. Surprisingly, no one shot him when he was drunk.
Is the public security in Sicily so good?
"open…"
“Mr. Tanavaro, how much did you drink?”
“Not much. It’s all wine. We Italians make wine. Better than the French. I drank less than a barrel.”
“Less than a barrel?”
“Yes. Less than a barrel.”
…”
Zhang Yong was speechless.
Can only give a silent thumbs up.
Hide of cowhide. Convinced.
A barrel of wine!
Not a good drinker. But it’s definitely the Big Eater series.
A barrel of red wine is enough for a bath. You actually drank less than a bucket. That''s at least half a barrel.
Very curious. How many times did you go to the toilet?
“Zhang, come in!”
"good."
Zhang Yong walked in silently.
Then he found out that he had made a mistake in his estimation. Didn''t go to the toilet at all. Pulled directly to the ground.
Can''t describe what I smell in words.
Involuntarily cover your nose.
?At this moment, Tanavaro seemed to finally realize that something was wrong with the taste.
?He jabbered in Italian.
Then he said to Zhang Yong: "Let''s go. Let''s go to the opposite side. It''s very dirty here."
?Zhang Yong wanted to say, it wasn’t you who did it?
When you look like this, you will know that you are drunk and urinating everywhere.
Seriously, it’s very polite that no one is shooting at you.
Come out.
Go to the bar opposite.
?There is also a bar opposite.
?It feels like there are at least twenty bars in the entire Italian Street.
I suspect that these Italians may spend half the day drinking. You spend more time drinking than sleeping in your life.
Sit down.
?Tanavaro habitually took out the bottle of wine from his pocket.
Zhang Yong reached out and snatched it away.
Let’s talk about things first.
Don’t drink alcohol.
“I want to hear the good news first.”
“The good news is that I got you more ammunition than you imagined.”
"How many?"
"you guess?"
“Thirty million!”
Zhang Yong deliberately made wild guesses.
It would be great if there really were 30 million rounds of ammunition.
They are all of 7.92mm caliber, and the national army can definitely use them. It will be absolutely enjoyable to use it to fight Japanese enemies in the future.
“No, guess again.”
“Twenty-five million?”
“You are getting further and further away from the correct answer.”
“Fifty million.”
Zhang Yong took the risk. A bold guess.
??If there are really 50 million, that would be awesome. But the chance is too small.
Fifty million rounds of ammunition is not a small number. The weapons and ammunition used by the Italians are not of 7.92 mm caliber. So, it’s impossible to have it in stock…
And if you want to produce 50 million rounds of bullets, it will not be achieved overnight. It takes time.
“You guessed it right!”
"What?"
“Fifty million bullets! I’ll bring you fifty million bullets!”
"real?"
Zhang Yong was secretly surprised.
But his reason kept telling him that this might not be true.
Perhaps Tanavaro is deceiving himself.
After all, 50 million rounds of ammunition feels a bit dreamy...
“Have you brought them all back?”
“No. So, there’s a little bit of bad news…”
"That…"
Zhang Yong frowned.
Immediately thought of the possibility of some kind of fraud.
?I thought to myself, this bastard, doesn’t he want to steal my money? Intentionally writing a bad check?
Be calm and composed.
“What’s the bad news?”
“I brought back 10 million rounds of ammunition. The rest will be delivered within the next three months.”
“Is this bad news?”
"I haven''t said that yet. The bad news is, you need to sign a trade contract with us."
"content?"
“About the Markey series aircraft.”
"oh?"
Zhang Yong had a thought.
Maki series? Italian fighter?
In other words, although the Italians are stretched on the battlefield, their weapon design is not bad.
?Especially the Maiki series of fighter jets, including the MC-200 Thunder, MC-202 Lightning, MC-205 Hound and other models, their performance is very good.
Zhang Yong is not very clear about the specific achievements. However, data shows that the Soviet Air Force suffered losses in the early stages of the battle. The British Spitfire, Hurricane and other fighter jets do not seem to have an advantage in the competition with the Markey series fighters. The performance of both sides is basically even.
The reason why Italian weapons are not famous is mainly because their record is indeed not good. Although the weapons are good, the people are too smart.
“You want to sell airplanes?”
"right."
“How many?”
“At least a hundred. The more, the better.”
“When can it be delivered?”
“There are fifty of them just produced right now. If you need them, we can sell them to you now.”
“What model?”
“BA-65, Eagle fighter. Engine power is up to 1,000 horsepower.”
"How many?"
“One thousand horsepower! Fiat A80-RC41 engine!”
"ah?"
Zhang Yong secretly shouted, "It''s awesome."
Is the Italian engine technology so awesome?
?Return to Fiat?
Later generations of Fiat cars don’t seem to be very good...
??Unexpectedly, before World War II, Fiat actually developed aero engines! The horsepower is so terrifying!
?You must know that the Japanese invaders were famous for their Zero fighter. The horsepower is only 950!
The engine horsepower is so terrifying, the performance of the aircraft must not be bad. At least it will not lose to the current fighter jets of the Japanese Army Air Force.
The key is—
It’s in stock!
In stock!
In stock!
【To be continued】
(End of this chapter)