Chapter 1180, General Cleaning
Something happened.
It is a good thing.
Director He was very happy on the phone.
“Young dragon, how did you convince those Sicilians?”
“Sicilians? What did they do?”
“They are going to build a large thermal power plant in Chengdu! The generators are ready.”
"Yeah?"
Zhang Yong thought of the system.
Thermal power plant, system arranged?
Besides the system, there is really no other possibility.
?It is too sudden for a large thermal power plant to appear out of thin air. So I borrowed the help of Sicilian people.
It just so happens that I have a good relationship with the Sicilians...
Previously, we successfully obtained fifty BA-65 fighter jets.
“This thermal power plant came very timely! We need a lot of electricity here!”
"oh…"
"There are so many machine tools shipped by the Germans and Americans. Without sufficient power, there is no way to run them. I was still worried about where to find a generator. Unexpectedly, you have solved all this. Very good. very good."
"oh…"
"Shaolong, if you need any assistance, please tell me. I will try my best to arrange it."
“There shouldn’t be any special requirements…”
Zhang Yong thought for a while.
What requirements can the system arranger have?
But may behave a little strangely. For example, I don’t want to communicate with the outside world or anything.
??Just right, the eccentric Sicilians fit their identity.
They are xenophobic. occlusion. Aggressive.
“Teacher, they are Sicilians and don’t like to interact with outsiders.”
“Really? I understand.”
"Also. They are all people with special status. It is best not to announce it to the public. In case Mussolini knows they are here."
“Oh? Are they against Mussolini?”
“I don’t know the details. Anyway, they need to hide here for a while.”
“I know. I’ll cover for them.”
“Thank you, teacher.”
“Okay, okay, you are really getting more and more promising.”
"oh…"
Zhang Yong was convinced that he had been praised. rather than being caricatured.
Director He hung up the phone happily.
When he was about to hang up the phone, Zhang Yong even heard the other party humming a tune.
It seems that this thermal power plant really makes the other party very happy.
??Oh, how pitiful. It''s just a small thermal power plant. The total installed capacity is only 150,000 kilowatts.
??If placed in future generations, they would definitely be among the ranks of those who were forcibly eliminated.
The power plants of later generations often have an installed capacity of several million kilowatts! Without 1 million KW, there is no chance of survival.
?Hold the microphone. Thoughtful. Finally let it go slowly.
Have a meal.
Wash up.
Get ready for bed.
Having been busy all day, I am tired.
Go to bed early and get up early. There is work to do tomorrow. We have to continue the killing spree.
As for Japanese spies, I am too lazy to catch them. Just kill it.
?The current city of Beiping is full of smoke and smoke, and thunderous measures must be used.
Kill them all.
Sweep it all away!
Before going to bed, Chen Yan came.
"Report."
"Come in."
“Commissioner…”
"What''s up?"
“This is today’s newspaper…”
"Give me."
Zhang Yong reached out and took the newspaper.
Good guy. It''s on the front page.
The report was about gunfire at a train station. It was said that some "gangsters" were killing people randomly.
Indiscriminate and kill everyone on sight.
The heinous crime cannot be forgiven.
The sin is heinous.
?Some people called on the 29th Army to arrest the perpetrators immediately to set the record straight.
“Is there any more?”
"have."
??Chen Yan handed over a few more newspapers.
They are all evening newspapers. Freshly baked. Some are still temporarily added.
The smell of ink in some newspapers has not yet dissipated.
Yeah, it’s pretty fast!
The press is quite free too!
Dare to write anything. Dare to report anything.
hehe. Let him be!
Too lazy to care.
Most likely there were Japanese invaders and traitors behind the scenes, trying to use public opinion to create pressure on themselves.
?What a joke.
Is Zhang Yong afraid of public opinion?
?? I have dozens of guns in my hand, will I be afraid of your pen?
??As long as I live for one day, the penman cannot even think of causing any harm to me.
After Lao Tzu''s death, let the floods flood the sky.
sleep.
It was a peaceful night.
Get up in the morning.
Be in high spirits.
Have breakfast.
Assemble the team.
Set off.
Walking. Depart from Nanyuan Airport. Sweep.
A red dot in front is approaching.
is a rickshaw driver. Empty car. The driver''s appearance is not good.
Zhang Yong took out his Somi submachine gun. Just a shuttle.
“Da da da…”
“Da da da…”
The spy twisted and fell on the spot.
People around:? ? ?
no. Shot directly again? Don''t even ask?
??Looking helplessly, Zhang Yong came to the body of the rickshaw driver with a Somi submachine gun in hand, stretched out his feet and kicked it.
In fact, there is no need to check. The red dot has disappeared. So dead.
"Dali, arrange for two people to take it back to Nanyuan Airport." Zhang Yong waved his hand, "It''s still useful if you keep it."
“Yes.” Liao Dali agreed. Arrange for someone to remove the body.
Zhang Yong casually kicked the rickshaw aside. Then keep going.
?There is a bun shop in front. The boss is busy. But his eyes glanced this way from time to time.
?Seeing Zhang Yong coming, the boss hurriedly pretended to lower his head to pick up the buns.
Zhang Yong raised his Somi submachine gun.
“Da da da…”
“Da da da…”
Hash the target directly into a sieve.
The spy said nothing, his body twisted, and then he collapsed.
It was still holding the bun steamer in its hand, and the whole steamer was turned over. The buns were scattered all over the floor.
“Ah, murder...”
“Kill someone! Ah…”
The surrounding diners were shocked and hurriedly fled for their lives.
The nearby shops were shocked when they saw it and hurriedly closed their doors, fearing that they would be targeted.
Zhang Yong is holding a gun. Not a word was spoken. Go directly to the back kitchen of the bun shop.
There are no spies here. Just clutter.
Look up. Nothing of value was found. So I continued walking inside.
It was a ruin inside. Already collapsed. It hasn''t been re-covered yet.
“Come here!”
"arrive!"
“Dig!”
"yes!"
Liao Dali and others hurriedly took action.
Dig up the remains of the ruins. New discoveries soon followed.
Under the ruins, there were actually several oil paper packages hidden. The shape is very irregular.
Tear apart. It''s a variety of weapons.
Have a shell gun. There are flower organs. There are also melon grenades used by the Japanese invaders.
Obviously, the bun shop owner kept it secretly. No one believes that there is nothing fishy about his identity.
??At first, I was worried that Zhang Yong would kill the wrong person, but now he remains silent.
Nothing said. The one who was killed must have been a spy.
“Strong!”
"arrive."
“Send someone to take the body back to Nanyuan Airport.”
"yes."
“Mobile people from Nanyuan Airport to help.”
"yes."
Liao Dali agreed. Then make a call to deploy new troops.
The main thing is to move corpses. Moving groceries. Seal the scene. As it happens, there are 1,500 officers in the officer training corps. Manpower is sufficient.
Zhang Yong waved his hand. Continue to move forward with the team.
?He is in charge of killing and not burying.
Discover Japanese spies.
Eradicate Japanese spies.
The rest will naturally be followed by others.
Suddenly slowed down.
Come to a nearby shop.
The store door is closed. But there are people inside. There is a red dot.
?? Nu Nu Zui. He motioned for others to go up and break down the door.
“Open the door!”
“Otherwise, shoot!”
“Open the door!”
Finally, the shop owner opened the wooden door in horror.
Zhang Yong went in carrying a Somi submachine gun. Saw a man in a suit.
That’s right. That''s him.
?Also dressed up like a human being.
Raise your gun immediately.
“Da da da…”
“Da da da…”
beat the man in suit into a hornet''s nest.
Other people around him suddenly screamed. They all squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands.
“Don’t kill me…”
“Don’t kill me…”
The store owner’s face was even more pale.
Zhang Yong put away his Somi submachine gun. Come to the spy''s body.
Squat down.
Touch the corpse.
Very unexpected.
I actually found a large stack of French coins.
They are all brand new. The print quality is excellent. Face value 20 yuan.
There are about 50 of them. The total value is about 1,000 yuan. This spy is quite rich.
??The spy was also carrying a briefcase. The man was beaten to death and the briefcase fell on the ground nearby.
Pick up the briefcase. I found that there was also legal currency inside.
bundle by bundle.
Eh?
What is the origin of this spy?
How come you carry so much legal currency? Are you here to connect? Or delivery?
never mind.
I’m too lazy to think about it.
Anyway, the person has been beaten to death.
?Zhang Yong is too lazy to follow the clues. Just clean up.
Simple.
Rough.
direct.
Carry out a general cleaning of the entire Peiping.
Get rid of all the red dots!
Look around.
I found that everyone else was lying on the ground with bloodless faces. Terrified.
hehe. What is this? The Japanese invaders will come in later. That''s called panic.
“I killed a spy.”
"You know for yourselves whether you are a spy or not!" "Everyone, get up! It''s none of your business! If you are not a spy, no one will kill you!"
He shouted coldly. Then turned around and walked out.
?Passing by the shop owner, I casually handed him a 20-yuan legal currency.
“Wash the floor.”
"ah…"
?The shop owner was confused.
Zhang Yong stuffed the French currency into his arms. Then go out.
Liao Dali and others came up and dragged the spy''s body away.
For a long time…
The person lying on the ground is like waking up from a dream.
Eh?
Japanese spy?
Were they killing Japanese spies?
oh…
?That’s okay.
The shop owner looked at the 20 yuan legal currency in his arms.
Suddenly woke up.
?Hurrying to get water to wash the floor.
Zhang Yong led the team and continued to move forward.
Many red dots appear within a radius of 1000 meters. It shows that there are many spies.
Sigh, it’s such a hard life. You have to rush to kill people.
Strive to clear the 1,000-meter radius of Nanyuan Airport today.
Then, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow…
It spreads out day by day. Eliminate all the spies.
Turn into a narrow alley. There is a small grocery store in front. There is also a red dot.
Not only does it have a red dot, it also has a radio station logo and a weapon logo.
Come to the door of the grocery store. I found my boss still dozing off.
Pat the counter.
The boss woke up in a daze.
Then he saw the black muzzle of the gun. Then there was an explosion of fire.
“Da da da…”
“Da da da…”
Send the spy away directly. Blood splattered on the spot.
With a deadpan expression.
Enter the grocery store.
Find the radio station. But no codebook was found.
Find a pile of weapons. They are all shell guns. There are seven. And plenty of ammo.
Finally found a bag of ocean. Packed in sacks. There may be more than five thousand.
“Move them all out.”
"yes."
Chen Yan, Liao Dali and others’ mechanical repetitive processing process.
Fortunately, more and more student soldiers are coming for reinforcements. Whatever needs to be done, there are enough people.
Zhang Yong came out of the grocery store.
Those with seven crutches and eight crutches. Arrive in front of a small courtyard.
There is also a red dot in the courtyard. There are also weapons emblems and radio station emblems. There is also a gold mark.
Grand Slam!
Full of expectations.
“Bang!”
Kicked the courtyard door open with one kick.
See the red dot in the courtyard. It''s a woman.
Eh?
Female spy?
In a special higher education course?
Probably not.
The woman in front of me is not pretty. On the contrary, he looked very tough.
Suddenly I remembered a similar Japanese invader. Tamarind. The Qinglong Club. He plotted to beat him to death. Could the other party be Tamarind''s accomplice?
I found someone breaking in. The female spy reacted very quickly. Turn around and run.
Zhang Yong immediately pulled the trigger.
“Da da da…”
“Da da da…”
Just knock the opponent to the ground.
There is no stroke shooting method. Hit all the vital parts. The female spy died on the spot.
The red dot disappears. It means it''s dead.
Zhang Yong came forward with a gun. In front of the female spy''s face.
“Da da da…”
“Da da da…”
Just beat it to pieces.
You are so ugly, yet you come out to harm others!
Mad!
That tamarind was off-putting to him before.
??If they were all as beautiful as those from the special high school, he might be able to survive. But so ugly...
“Da da da…”
“Da da da…”
Empty the drum. Then replace the drum with a new one.
What kind of aesthetics does Tojo Hideki have? Even such an ugly woman wants it! Return to the Qinglong Club. Pooh!
Turn around.
Go in and search.
Find the gold bar first.
A whole box. Strictly. Heavy.
They are all big gold bars. A total of twenty. A huge sum of money. It shows that this female spy is definitely not simple.
But she is dead.
All information is buried.
Most of the drums and more than 40 rounds of ammunition were given to her.
gold bar, engulfed.
Look for the weapon symbol. Good guys, they are all high-end goods!
In addition to the Browning M1935, there are also five Walter PPKs and five Tokarevs. There are also quite a lot of various bullets.
??More and more curious. What is the identity of this female spy?
Is he the leader?
Maybe even Tojo Hideki''s mistress?
?His aesthetics are very unique!
Something suddenly occurred to me. come out. Squat down. Pick up the female spy''s hand. I found that the calluses on the tiger’s mouth were very thick.
Judgment is that he is an old gunslinger. He probably touches guns frequently.
But she didn’t have a gun with her just now. So...
Being more and more satisfied with his marksmanship.
Who said he was not good at marksmanship? Within twenty meters, my marksmanship is very accurate!
Continue searching.
Find the radio station.
Find the codebook.
Waving his hands.
Let people take them all away.
Busy with cleaning. No time for fake telegrams.
"take away."
"yes."
Continue to sneak forward.
There are three more red dots nearby. All come together.
Maybe they heard gunshots nearby, so they were very alert. They also have guns in their hands.
??They are all Tokarev pistols. It should belong to the Blue Dragon Society.
?Beside them, there are three rifles. They are all horse rings. There were over a hundred rounds of ammunition.
Obviously, a frontal attack is impossible. The casualties will be huge.
Maybe Zhang Yong died on the spot.
?Must be plotted.
Lao Yinbi''s routine, Zhang Yong is the best at it.
Approach quietly from behind.
Take out a US-made MK2 grenade. Just throw it over.
A little worried that the grenade is not powerful enough. Want to use mines. But in the end I endured it.
The mine explosion is too powerful. Worried about blowing yourself up.
“Boom…”
The grenade exploded.
But the three red dots did not disappear.
Sure enough…
Japanese invaders are very tenacious and cannot be killed by grenades.
what to do?
Of course I will send a few more. Until it blows up.
So…
Immediately throw out the second grenade.
“Boom…”
The grenade exploded.
Finally, a red dot disappeared.
Continue to throw the third grenade...
“Boom…”
The fourth…
“Boom…”
Finally, all three red dots disappeared.
Zhang Yong then took the Somi submachine gun and came to the messy scene of the bombing.
The three Japanese spies were all blown into pieces.
?The mess on the ground is the ocean. Scattered everywhere.
Handguns and rifles were also blown to pieces. But the basic structure was not damaged. It still works.
Handlessly picked up a horse four-ring rifle. Pull the bolt. Very crisp. Very lubricated.
It is indeed a good gun. Unfortunately, the quantity is insufficient.
Search.
No others found.
There is only the earth and the ocean.
It seems that these three may be simple killers.
“Pick up the ocean.”
“Take all the weapons away.”
“Don’t take care of the body. Dig a hole and bury it on the spot.”
Zhang Yong waved his hand. Order as you please.
The bodies were all broken into pieces. Can''t be dragged away. A hole was dug at the site and buried.
??What are the identities of these Japanese invaders and why are they hiding here? He didn''t even bother to investigate.
Main cleaning is important.
Kill each one you see. Kill them all before talking.
Lead the team and continue moving forward.
The nearest red dot is moving at a constant speed.
Zhang Yong judged that the other party was riding a bicycle.
Suddenly appeared.
Sure enough, the target was a man. Workers dress up. Carrying a canvas satchel.
"Who are you…"
“Da da da…”
“Da da da…”
What responded to it was a series of bullets.
The spy on a bicycle rushed towards the wall next to the street with inertia.
Twisted.
Fall down.
Zhang Yong came forward.
Find a map inside the satchel.
Eh?
Seems familiar?
It seems to be the map I saw last time?
About the deployment of the 29th Army?
There is also a circle in the lower left corner. But the color is blue. The one seized last time was red in color.
The place circled is Nanyuan Airport.
The difference is that this time the annotation is Zhang Yong.
That’s right, it’s Zhang Yong.
?It seems that someone is eyeing Zhang Yong. Trying to go against him.
but…
It doesn’t matter anymore.
The more spies there are, the better.
You don’t have to worry about a lot of **** during general cleaning.
There are more than 1,500 student soldiers, and they can move as many corpses as they want.
Nanyuan Airport is so big that there is no problem in stacking hundreds or thousands of corpses of Japanese spies.
"Walk!"
keep going.
Continue the cleaning!
【To be continued】
(End of this chapter)