After receiving the call from Fan Zhaoshou, Masao Ikeda had another sleepless night. This time he was worried that Fujikawa was guarding the Central Hotel alone.⊙,

He went there himself, one person was paying the first half of the night and one person was paying the second half of the night.

It turned out that it was fine overnight and the weather was calm.

Just as he breathed a sigh of relief and was about to return to the military police headquarters, a phone call came over and the military police headquarters was stolen.

But I didn't lose much valuable things. A pike pen was a birthday gift given to him by Masao Ikeda's wife, with Ikeda's name on it.

In addition, the thief left a "Yasha" letter in Masao Ikeda's safe.

Masao Ikeda suddenly understood that "Yasha" was telling himself that you can guard the Central Hotel like an iron bucket, but what about other places?

Yasha has become a major concern for him, Masao Ikeda. As long as he is in Nanjing for one day, he will not have a good life.

Nan Zao Yunko also didn't sleep well all night. She knew clearly that what she got back was a fake check, and once it was discovered, her life might end.

This is not the result she wants!

A woman, who is less than thirty years old, doesn't want to wither so early.

"Brother, how about it? Is she still as calm as during the day?" Leng Feng quietly came behind Cong Hu in a cotton coat.

During dinner, Leng Feng gave Cong Hu a task, which was to observe the every move of Zuoyunzi in the secret room.

This secret room was originally built according to the layout of the cell, so some secret observation ports were reserved, and of course the people inside didn't know.

Of course, Nanzao Yunko was in jail and should have experience. However, Leng Feng obviously overestimated the Japanese "Flower of Spy".

She did not find out the special features of this cell. Since the Military Control Commission has built such a secret room, it does not want people to know some of its secrets.

Therefore, even experienced spies have negligence.

"It has been two hours since I went to bed. I turned over five times and got up once." Cong Hu said softly.

"This is a ghost in my heart. We should pay attention tomorrow. This woman is very cunning." Leng Feng smiled.

If the Japanese can give money obediently, the sun really comes out from the west.

"I understand, brother, go to bed, I'll continue watching."

"Um."

After sleeping until midnight, Leng Feng woke up and Tang Hui was back.

This guy is a famous "thief". If he hadn't been trapped in this beauty, he would probably have been at large now.

"Boss, I'm back." Tang Hui looked flattering.

"How about it?"

"Then the Ikeda Japanese devil is a poor man. There are only some documents in the safe, which doesn't cost much. I saw that a pen on his desk was good, so I brought it back to you." Tang Hui took out a pitch-black Parker pen as if he was treasured.

"Yes, this pen is exquisitely made, worth at least ten dollars!"

"It's only ten o'clock?"

"Why, do you think it's too little if you're ten yuan?" Leng Feng said, "How many days does an ordinary person have to do to save ten yuan?"

"Boss, do you see if these files are useful?"

"Save the documents first, hand over the money you got from the safe first?" Leng Feng glanced at him and said.

"No, boss, did I get my life?"

"You are performing a mission, not stealing things in the world!" Leng Feng said, "Don't you know the rules of Yasha?"

"I know, but..."

"Don't, do I want me to search for you before I can take it out?" Leng Feng's eyes turned cold.

"I'll take it, I'll take it. It's been a long time to do a job, alas!"

Tang Hui took out some banknotes from his top pocket, including Japanese yen, fiat currency, and of course some oceans.

The QQ is so full, and there are hundreds of them together.

"Take off your pants!"

"Boss, it's really gone!" Tang Hui was anxious.

"Take off your pants!"

After taking off his pants, a pile of oceans fell to the ground. At this time, everyone woke up and surrounded Tang Hui with a smile and watching the fun.

"Tang Huiguang's butt..."

"Dare to hide money privately, these are so beautiful!"

"I took off my shoes too!"

"Boss, no need, I'm naked!" Tang Hui was almost crying.

"I'll spare you this time. Next time, I'll take off you and throw you out for a long time." Leng Feng threw his pants and clothes to him.

Tang Hui quickly took it over and put it on, and a burst of laughter came from around him.

"I will reiterate the discipline. We are the army, not a bandit. We will be seized and returned to the public. We will distribute it to you every month and give you military pay and allowances. For this little money, we will lose our future and life. It is not worth it. Do you understand?"

"clear!"

"Everyone go to bed, Yunfeng, come and help me count the money and give Tang Hui a merit!" Leng Feng called Song Yunfeng.

"Yes, boss!"

"Boss, can we be promoted to a second lieutenant in this skill?" Tang Hui asked licked his face.

"You kid, are you quite a fan of the official position?" Leng Feng laughed and scolded.

"Hehehe, boss, that's what I asked..."

"Okay, it's yours, it's yours, and when your contribution comes, even the general needs to do it." Leng Feng smiled.

"Really?" Tang Hui said, "Can I still be a general?"

"A emperor of the Western Arts said that a soldier who does not want to be a marshal is not a good soldier, so it is nothing to be a general. Only if you have this ambition, it is not impossible for a general." Leng Feng said.

"Hehe, general, I want to be general!"

Leng Feng smiled. Although Tang Hui had some bad habits of greed for money, his essence was still not bad. He was also smart and it was not impossible for him to become a general in the future.

"Boss, the total fiat currency is 1,343 yuan, the ocean is 372 yuan, the Japanese yen... Japanese military tickets..."

"It's not bad. Ikeda has also made a lot of money. It's all hard-earned money for the Chinese people. These belong to the Chinese."

"Yes. He is just an ordinary Japanese general. He can grab so much money. It is conceivable that those who have higher official positions than him must have more than he has grabbed." Song Yunfeng nodded.

"We will settle these accounts with them in the future. You can take care of the money first and find you to use it if you need it." Leng Feng ordered.

"yes!"

Masao Ikeda, it should be a surprise tomorrow morning.

The shock was shocked, but not a surprise, but a shock. Yasha could touch the military police headquarters without knowing it. Without disturbing anyone, it would be easy to steal the documents and property he hid in the safe without disturbing anyone.

If I were staying at the military police headquarters last night, wouldn’t my head be taken away by someone?

After dawn, a military plane took off from Shanghai Longhua Airport and landed at Guanghuamen Airport more than an hour later.

In half an hour, Nanzao Yunzi successfully obtained the "check".

The Japanese did not give up and continued to send people to follow him. As you can imagine, these people could only die.

This time, Masao Ikeda did not send anyone, but was under the command of the Special High School and Sagashi Hanmoto, with a total of six people.

All of them were made of dead souls under the knife.

Unbuttoning his eye mask, Nanzao Yunko once again gained light, but this time he was not in the underground secret room, but in an abandoned yard.

"Miss Yunzi, where is the check for 10 million US dollars?"

Nanzao Yunko reached out to take out a cowhide paper seal from her arms: "Mr. Leng, will you let me leave if you get the check?"

"Of course, I keep my word if there is no problem with the check."

Nan Zao Yunzi hesitated for a moment and handed the paper seal to Leng Feng.

Leng Feng took it, opened it, and a check worth ten million US dollars fell from it, and reached out to catch it.

Although Leng Feng has never seen the bank promissory notes of this era, the authenticity of some things is common.

"Which bank of Citibank issued this cash promissory note and who is the person in charge?"

"The manager of Citibank Shanghai French Concession Branch is Mr. Kent."

"Citibank should have its own commercial radio station. Can I ask immediately?" Leng Feng looked at the promissory note on the surface, but Yu Guang was observing Nan Zao Yunzi's reaction.

In fact, he didn't need to check it out, and he knew that this promissory note was fake. Even if it was true, the Japanese would not have the chance to cash it out.

Sure enough, when Nanzao Yunzi heard that she wanted to contact Citibank to confirm the authenticity, her eyes trembled slightly, which was a sign of panic.

If there is no problem with the "promissory note", she doesn't have to worry about it.

"I need the frequency and call sign of Citibank radio. Can Miss Yunzi tell me?" Leng Feng asked.
To be continued...