Bourne: Command and Conquer

Chapter 1100: , again, again, again and again

Chapter 1100, again, again, and again

The spy fainted.

Zhang Yong waved his hand. Drag the second spy over.

Keep fighting. Beat until you admit it.

"It's us..."

The spy finally changed his tune.

Feeling confused. It doesn't seem to be a big deal.

Who knows where the oil came from? Since you don’t need to be beaten if you admit it, then you must admit it!

"Just say it's you. Be tough." Zhang Yong waved his hand.

OK, no need to fight.

The spy has admitted.

That's what they got. Get ready to go ashore here.

signature. Draw a pledge. Press fingerprints.

Confirm that the confession is correct.

Later, it will be handed over to the Chicken Goose Lane headquarters for archiving.

Then wait patiently.

Wait until all the oil barrels are landed. Points. Five hundred barrels indeed.

After the tool man sent all the oil barrels to the shore, he immediately retreated.

Zhang Yong gestured. Said there was no need to chase.

Go up and check.

All are diesel.

Not flammable. Relatively safe.

"Lin Yifeng."

"arrive."

"Tell someone to bring the radio."

"yes."

Lin Yifeng made arrangements immediately.

Zhang Yong observed his surroundings silently. No abnormalities were found.

How to deal with so much oil?

He can't use diesel.

All cars burn gasoline. Trucks only burn diesel.

If you are in Jinling, just take you directly to Dajiaochang Airport. But this is Hankou. He didn't want to give Hankou Airport.

For the time being, Hankou is still in the rear. You don't need that much oil.

It should be what the front line needs most...

Soon, the radio station brought it.

It's the one used by the spy at Yongchang Pawn Shop. None of the frequencies have changed. to ensure that the other party can receive it.

"Send a telegram."

"Password book..."

"Clear code."

"yes."

"Content: Five hundred barrels of diesel fuel seized from Japanese spies."

"yes."

Lin Yifeng arranged for the report to be sent.

Invent the coded telegraph, and many people can do it.

Just grab anyone and you can send it out.

"Didi!"

"Tick tock!"

The telegram has been sent.

Zhang Yong looked for the phone everywhere. Turns out there was none nearby.

Yes, we need to go back to the concession.

Okay, let's go back to the concession and make a call.

Spread your legs and walk.

…

East China Sea.

Japanese navy Oi light cruiser.

A Japanese communications soldier captured the signal and hurriedly copied it down. I found it was clear code and translated it immediately.

Then presented to a communications ensign. The communications lieutenant frowned after reading it. Take it to a communications major. The communications major took the telegram and went directly to the formation commander Suga Hikojiro.

"Your Excellency, there is a clear telegram."

"What's the content?"

"Five hundred barrels of diesel fuel seized from the spy."

"Nani?"

Suga Hikojiro reached for the telegram.

A spy or something. unimportant. However, 500 barrels of diesel is more sensitive.

The Navy has always been troubled by oil. He is trying every means to increase oil reserves, and he knows that. A large part of military expenditure is also used to purchase oil.

"Which part?"

"Army Red Deer."

"Baga!"

Suga Hikojiro was anxious and angry.

Army waste red deer!

Since the oil has been seized by the Chinese! diesel fuel!

There are still five hundred barrels!

Damn it!

Death ten thousand times is not enough! waste! big eater!

Five hundred barrels of diesel is actually not much for the Navy. However, the abomination of Army Red Deer is fully demonstrated.

Army Red Deer would rather hide the oil secretly and eventually be captured by the Chinese than hand it over to the navy. What does this mean? Once again, it shows that the Army's Red Deer is the Navy's biggest enemy!

Every time the Navy asked the Army for fuel, the Army declined and said it didn't have any. Not even enough for myself.

Now, look, there are so many.

Many of them can be captured by Chinese agents! There are still five hundred barrels!

God knows how much diesel the Army Red Deer hid?

Five hundred barrels were seized at one time. What about ten times? What about a hundred times? Who knows how many more have not been exposed?

Baga!

It is tolerable, but what is intolerable?

The behavior of a prodigal boy like Army Red Deer must be reported to the emperor!

"Report to the Military Command immediately!"

"Tie!"

…

Zhang Yong finally came to the concession.

Finally found the phone number. Call back to Daqiaochang Airport. Commander looking for money.

It's best to report this kind of thing to Commander Qian.

"Commander, it's me, Zhang Yong."

"Oh? Shaolong? Are you back in Jinling?"

"Not yet. I'm in Hankou."

"What's the matter?"

"I seized 500 barrels of diesel fuel from the Japanese invaders, and I don't know what to do with it..."

"Diesel? Five hundred barrels?"

"Yes. Right here at Hankou Fisherman's Wharf."

"When did it happen?"

"just."

"A spy has so much diesel?"

"Yes! I was also very surprised. So, I don't know how to deal with it."

"It's easy to handle. Since it was delivered to your door, we were disrespectful. I immediately arranged for someone to move it. I sent someone to guard it."

"OK."

Zhang Yong agreed.

Commander Qian hung up the phone.

"Fortunately there are only five hundred barrels..."

Zhang Yong was thoughtful.

Five hundred barrels is relatively easy to handle.

If there is a cargo ship, one cargo ship can load it all.

For example, Tokawa Maru…

Put down the phone. Go back to Fisherman's Wharf. Walking again.

After walking for half an hour, we returned to Fisherman's Wharf.

In good condition.

Nothing unusual.

Five hundred oil barrels were piled on the shore.

These big things cannot be moved manually. A car is a must. Or use a boat.

Fortunately, they are all diesel. Not dangerous goods. Generally it won't explode.

If it is gasoline or aviation kerosene, it will be much more dangerous.

Wait patiently.

Suddenly, another ordinary cargo ship appeared.

There were many people standing on the boat. But the map is not displayed.

Zhang Yong:? ? ?

no. What's going on?

Another delivery coming?

again?

Sure enough, the ordinary freighter came up again.

The mediocre tool men began to lay pontoons from the ship again, and then rolled the oil drums over one by one.

Spy:? ? ?

Others:? ? ?

Zhang Yong turned to look at the spy, "You are so generous, and you continue to send fuel..."

"It's not us..." The spy was also stunned.

What's going on?

Why is there still a ship coming?

Is there any oil shipped?

"It's not you, could it be that I arranged it?" Zhang Yong sneered.

Spy:…

Speechless.

Downtime.

I feel like my brain is completely out of use.

Reason tells it that it was definitely not arranged by them. But Zhang Yong is right. It couldn't have been arranged by Zhang Yong himself.

"beat!"

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

Immediately someone came up aggressively.

"It's us!"

The spy quickly changed his story.

Zhang Yong then waved his hand. Signaling others to step back.

OK. Just admit it.

It'll be okay if you admit it.

Watching the tool man unloading the goods quietly. Super fast.

In about an hour, all five hundred barrels of oil were transferred to the shore. Then the freighter departs.

The main theme is one that comes and goes without a trace. The dragon has its head but not its tail.

Zhang Yong counted the numbers himself. I found that what was delivered this time was another five hundred barrels. All are diesel, too.

Secretly resentful. Why not send some aviation kerosene?

Maybe it’s not developed yet?

Technology hasn’t been upgraded yet?

Diesel is the easiest oil to refine. Then there's gasoline. Then there's aviation kerosene.

Scratching the back of his head.

OK, keep sending. The phone call continued.

"Send a report."

"yes."

"Clear code. Content: Another five hundred barrels of diesel fuel were seized from the spy."

"yes."

Soon, the telegram was sent,

The light patrol with the big hash mark immediately captured the corresponding signal.

Record.

translate.

Hand over to Communications Ensign.

Leave it to the communications major.

Finally, he came to Suga Hikojiro again.

"Nani?"

"again?"

Suga Hikojiro's face looked very ugly.

Army Red Deer idiot! Was the oil warehouse raided? Another five hundred barrels of diesel were seized?

Baga!

How abominable!

Army Red Deer is so stupid!

The Empire of Japan stands still because of these idiots!

How much oil are they hiding?

Judging from the telegram, it was apparently seized at the same place.

Stupid Army Red Deer!

So much diesel is hidden in the same place!

waste!

big eater!

Well, now everything is in the hands of the Chinese.

It's tolerable, but it's intolerable!

Must complain!

It must be reported to the emperor!

Army Red Deer is joking with precious oil!

"Report to Military Command!"

"Tie!"

…

Zhang Yong walked back to the concession.

Keep calling. Still calling Commander Qian.

no way. It seems wrong to find anyone else.

"Commander, it's me, Zhang Yong..."

"Shaolong, I have already arranged for the ship to set off. Don't be anxious..."

"Report to Commander, I am the one who seized another 500 barrels of diesel from the spy..."

"again?"

"Yes. Second batch."

"Five hundred barrels too? Diesel?"

"Yes."

"Young dragon..."

Commander Qian hesitated to speak.

He seemed to want to say something, but didn't say it.

Finally, thousands of words condensed into one sentence: "Shaolong, you are truly a blessed general!"

"I don't know what the spies are doing. They reserve so much diesel." Zhang Yong responded modestly, "I copied it casually and found it."

"The Japanese are extremely ambitious, plan their plans in advance, and must be careful."

"I understand. I'll keep looking."

"The ship has set off, please wait patiently."

"OK."

Zhang Yong agreed.

Over there, Commander Qian slowly put down the phone.

Suddenly a smile appeared on his lips. Feel good.

This Zhang Yong is really...

The blessed general among the blessed generals!

They were able to seize the Japanese invaders’ diesel fuel?

This is good stuff!

The upcoming battle plan requires a lot of fuel...

In today's situation, even if you have money, it is difficult to buy it. It needs to be shipped all the way from abroad.

Zhang Yong seized a thousand barrels of diesel twice.

It can solve the urgent need.

Blessed general...

What a blessed general...

"Ah sneeze!"

Zhang Yong suddenly sneezed.

Didn't care either. Rub your nose and have to go back to Fisherman's Wharf.

Hey, I should get myself a bicycle. Otherwise, running back and forth like this is really tiring.

What a crappy place, there isn't even a phone...

…

Jinling.

Japanese Consulate General.

A communications major came in a hurry to see Isotani Rensuke. Submit a telegram.

"Nani?"

"Oil?"

"Baga!"

Isotani Rensuke was furious.

Five hundred barrels of oil were actually seized!

hateful!

Who did it?

Also, which agency secretly hoarded oil?

There was no report at all?

Baga!

Which **** is it... "Ring, ring, ring..."

"Ring ring ring..."

Suddenly, the phone rang.

Isotani Rensuke picked up the phone unhappily.

It was Kenji Doihara calling. From Shanghai. That guy is hiding in Shanghai.

"Isoya-kun, have you received the clear telegram?"

"What's the content?"

"It was said that five hundred barrels of diesel were seized."

"I was about to ask Doihara-kun what's going on? Do we have diesel?"

"Maybe the telegram is fake?"

"Maybe."

Isotani Rensuke disagrees.

He has had some disagreements with Doihara Kenji recently.

A communications lieutenant hurried over. A new telegram was sent.

The communications major read it and hurriedly handed it to Rensuke Isotani.

"Seized again?"

"Five hundred barrels? Diesel?"

"Baga!"

Isotani Rensuke cursed into the phone.

Doihara Kenji heard it and didn't know what was going on.

"Isoya-kun, are you scolding me?"

"I just received a telegram that another 500 barrels of spy diesel were seized."

"It may not be true..."

"What if it's true?"

"Then let's launch an investigation!"

Doihara Kenji said casually.

Snap!

Isotani Rensuke hung up the phone.

Not enough words to speculate. He was too lazy to say anything to Doihara Kenji.

Now, he has a big head.

He did not know who had sent the telegram.

However, the frequency of the telegram was something they could receive directly.

In other words, it is the spy’s own radio station.

was seized. It was then used to send telegrams.

It may be that the code book was not seized, so the other party deliberately invented the code.

Of course, it could also be intentional. Clear telegrams can let more people know. Let more people know that the Army's intelligence agency is in trouble.

Baga!

Who is so insidious?

Which intelligence agency does this radio station belong to? Where?

"Come here!"

"Tie!"

"Investigate this matter quickly!"

"Tie!"

…

Zhang Yong finally returned to Fisherman's Wharf.

So tired. Running back and forth. Fortunately, the body has been strengthened. Otherwise, you would have been on the streets long ago.

I saw densely packed oil barrels. Crooked mouth.

Diesel is good stuff. However, I can't use it for the time being.

well…

Suddenly, another ordinary cargo ship appeared.

There were also some mediocre tool men standing on top. The map doesn't show it at all. means it does not exist.

Zhang Yong suddenly felt excited all over.

No, there is still a ship coming? Still delivering? The third time?

faint!

The system is messed up!

Do you have prostate inflammation? On and off…

Can't it be delivered all at once?

Turn around.

Looking at the spy next to him.

Make a sudden move. The Japanese spies were punched and kicked.

"Spare my life..."

"You guys are crazy! Delivered three times in the morning!"

"no…"

"Can't it be delivered all at once? How many times must it be divided?"

"no…"

"Say, I want to deliver it a few more times!"

"no…"

"Baga! You are looking for death!"

Zhang Yong vented his anger on the Japanese spy. It wasn't until he was tired that he slowly stopped.

Made. I don't dare to fight the system. I had no choice but to become a spy. I beat you and you still don’t admit it? You bastard! Let me see how stubborn you can be...

"It's us..."

The dying Japanese invader muttered to himself.

He had been beaten so hard that he was almost unconscious.

He can only repeat simple words mechanically, passively and numbly...

"It's us..."

Zhang Yong returned to the shore angrily.

I saw the tool man starting to lay the pontoon bridge again. The drums were then rolled ashore.

Skillful movements.

Uniform.

Every detail is perfect.

It's like a robot.

Oh, they're probably robots...

In about an hour, all the oil barrels rolled ashore. More efficient than before.

Then…

Leave in style.

Really come quietly and leave quietly. Not taking away any clouds.

Zhang Yong counted the numbers himself.

This time more was delivered, a total of eight hundred barrels.

Unfortunately, the open space at Fisherman's Wharf is completely occupied by oil barrels. They have almost no place to stand.

Zhang Yong actually started to worry about gains and losses.

look up.

Looking at the gray sky.

At this time, be sure not to let any Japanese planes arrive!

In case the Japanese invaders launch an attack from the air. All these oil barrels must be destroyed. A burst of machine gun fire might...

Oh, it's okay. This is diesel. It won't explode.

But it will all leak into the river. It's like giving it away for free.

Scratching his head.

Something should be done.

All right.

Mechanical repetition.

"Send a report."

"yes."

"Clear code. Another 800 barrels of Japanese diesel were seized."

"yes."

Soon, the telegram was sent.

The Japanese invaders received the big number immediately. Report it quickly.

"Nani?"

"Another eight hundred barrels?"

Suga Hikojiro could no longer remain calm.

Damn Army Red Deer, how much fuel has it secretly hoarded?

Five hundred barrels had previously been seized.

Five hundred more barrels were then seized.

Now another eight hundred barrels were seized.

How many are there in total?

One thousand eight hundred barrels!

It’s all diesel!

Even if it is used by the navy, it is enough for a light cruiser to use for several days.

Now they all fall into the hands of the enemy!

Baga!

It's tolerable, but it's intolerable!

Must complain!

Complaint!

"Report to the Military Command immediately!"

"Tie!"

…

"Nani?"

"Third time? Eight hundred barrels?"

"check!"

Isotani Rensuke was furious.

I wish I could strangle all the spies below to death!

idiot!

waste!

big eater!

If the military knew about it, how could he report it?

Yes, bring along Kenji Doihara!

Many of those intelligence agencies were established by Kenji Doihara! He is the initiator!

It's because Doihara is too stupid that his subordinates are so stupid!

Let Kenji Doihara die first!

Baga!

Damn Doihara!

Hurry up and commit seppuku! Look at your idiots!

…

Zhang Yong returned to the concession again with faltering steps.

He felt like he was going crazy. They are all forced by the system.

real.

There is something wrong with the system!

It was actually delivered in three installments! Can't we send them all together?

It’s okay now…

Where can I buy bicycles? I want to buy one immediately. No matter the price…

Finally, I found the phone again.

The owner of the phone looked at him doubtfully. The eyes are full of caring for the mentally retarded.

No, is there something wrong with you?

Is there anything that can't be discussed over the phone in one call?

Do we have to talk about it separately? Three runs?

Snap!

Zhang Yong smashed a 10 dollar bill!

Get out of here!

I just like to call you several times. What does it have to do with you?

Believe it or not, I will blow your head off!

respite. Call Commander Qian.

"commander…"

"Shaolong?"

"Well, Commander, I seized another batch of diesel..."

"Again? Again?"

"Third batch. Third batch. Eight hundred barrels in total."

"You mean, this is the third time you have seized diesel from the Japanese invaders. This time it's 800 barrels?"

"That's right. Three batches totaling 1,800 barrels..."

"Shao Long, you are truly a blessed general. But, can you finish it in one sentence next time?"

"I…"

"Shaolong, you may have poked the Japanese's lung tube."

"I'm surprised too! I didn't know the Japanese spies had so much diesel. I have no idea what the Japanese invaders are going to do."

"No matter what they are going to do. Wen Bai will be very happy. He needs a lot of oil over there!"

"I will continue to work hard."

"Okay. I'll arrange a freighter to move it."

"yes."

Zhang Yong agreed.

Commander Qian hung up the phone.

…

"Nani?"

"Another eight hundred barrels were seized?"

"Baga!"

somewhere. dark place.

The people hiding in the secret room couldn't sit still.

Who is it?

Baga!

Who is so stupid!

Who is it!

Ahhhh...

Who is it!

…

Zhang Yong returned to Fisherman's Wharf.

So tired.

I feel like I'm about to collapse.

I can no longer stand firm. Just sit down.

Lin Yifeng found him a wooden pier. Zhang Yong sat down on the wooden pier.

Looking at the empty river.

So nervous.

Will there be a fourth batch coming?

Will there be a fourth batch of diesel coming to the system?

sweat…

If so, what should I do?

Another telegram?

Call again?

Let's wait. Wait until the system has completely delivered the goods.

So, wait patiently.

noon…

Have a meal.

afternoon…

No freighter arrived.

It was not until evening that the elite national troops arrived.

After asking for the other party's number, it turned out to be the 51st Division passing through Hankou. Division commander Wang Yaowu.

Later, Wang Yaowu arrived in person with the security company.

Zhang Yong:? ? ?

Good guy. Another big guy appears!

This Lao Wang is amazing. He is a good hand in fighting. Things were handled clearly.

Later, the famous 74th Army became famous in the hands of this Lao Wang. Lao Wang is here, and the 74th Army is here. Lao Wang is not here, 74 soldiers are on the street.

"Mr. Wang."

"Mr. Commissioner..."

"Don't dare to take it. Don't dare to take it. Are you trying to..."

"After receiving the order from Feng, our department will rush to Jinling in the near future. Please give these diesel fuel to our department to take away along the way."

"Okay. No problem."

Zhang Yong nodded. I understand that Wang Yaowu still doesn’t know.

The 51st Division was transferred to Jinling to participate in the Songhu Battle. But it remains confidential for now. The level of division commander is not yet known.

"Mr. Wang, I wish you a safe journey."

"Your Majesty, you're welcome."

"Then the diesel will be handed over to Mr. Wang. I'll take my leave."

"Farewell."

Zhang Yong and Wang Yaowu said goodbye.

We will meet again soon. A few months at most.

As soon as the Songhu battlefield begins, Lao Wang will be plunged into a fierce battle and a **** battlefield.

Starting next August, everything will change.

Prepare to leave. Suddenly his eyes flashed.

Another ordinary freighter appeared quietly.

Zhang Yong was immediately stunned.

no?