Five hundred thousand!

Dollars! Dollars! Dollars!

Say important things three times.

A huge amount of money! I can buy fifty fighter jets!

By the way, how much does a P-51 Mustang fighter jet cost?

It should be no more than $50,000.

In other words, you can buy ten copies of even the most advanced Mustang!

Take a deep breath.

Try to calm yourself down.

It's just a thread. The ball of thread is still behind.

Before getting half a million dollars, everything is illusory. No calculations are made.

"Where are the people?"

"Secretly controlled by Yoshiko Kawashima."

"where?"

"have no idea."

"You Japanese don't know either?"

"have no idea."

"Kawashima Yoshiko still dares to lie to you?"

"Yes."

"Then why don't you kill her?"

"She hasn't gotten the money yet."

"Well……"

Zhang Yong understood.

They are all a bunch of cunning masters.

Kawashima Yoshiko concealed the matter and wanted to keep it to herself.

However, the Japanese deliberately did not ask questions, so they were waiting for Yoshiko Kawashima to get the money, then kill her.

The intermediate process is not important. What is important is the result.

The Japanese don't care how you Kawashima Yoshiko got the money. But after you get the money, you must spit it out.

Come to think of it, Yoshiko Kawashima is also a bit naive!

She thought she could hide it from the Japanese.

Really!

She is a traitor!

She is a traitor!

How could the Japanese trust her?

No, there were so many undercover agents around her, keeping an eye on her all the time.

"The message you gave me is useless!"

"it works."

"You have no idea where the American is hiding..."

"I know."

"What? Didn't you just say..."

"The Japanese don't know. But, I'm not Japanese."

"Well……"

Zhang Yong was stunned for a moment.

Okay. I understand. Wang Wanwan is indeed not Japanese.

He is a traitor!

"Where is the American?"

"..."

Wang Baiwan was silent.

Zhang Yong:......

Damn!

What a fool you are. You still haven’t revealed it at this time?

He immediately took out the electric baton.

"When I arrive in Italy, I will send you a telegram to tell you."

"Yeah?"

Zhang Yong smiled gently.

Then he hit Wang Wanwan with the electric baton.

Do you still want to go to Italy?

You didn't even tell me where the Americans are!

Just like that, you want to go to Italy? Do you think I’m an idiot?

"ah……"

Wang Wanwan screamed suddenly.

His whole body was electrified like a devil crawling out of hell.

Every hair is like a sharp needle pointing to the sky.

The Italians nearby were shocked.

What kind of weapon is this?

Seems very powerful?

Tanavaro's eyes also flickered, and he became a little curious.

His intuition told him that he needed such a treasure. It would be very effective when used to interrogate opponents.

"ah……"

Wang Wanwan's voice became weaker and weaker.

Only then did Zhang Yong take back the electric baton.

If you don't eat the toast, you'll have to drink it as a penalty. That's right! If a tiger doesn't show off its power, it will treat me like a sick cat!

For you, I ran from Jinling to Shanghai!

Came here by train overnight!

If it weren't for half a million dollars, would you be able to hire me?

As a result, now, you actually still have a hand?

Do you really think I am a good person?

Mad, the more I think about it, the angrier I get.

I rushed back to Shanghai from Jinling overnight!

"Chi chi chi..."

"Crack, crackle, crackle..."

Another attack on Wang Wanwan.

Only when the other party couldn't scream anymore did he withdraw the electric baton angrily.

No more electricity.

Otherwise it's really dead.

Wang Wanwan was paralyzed on the ground, dying.

Zhang Yong waved.

Someone immediately came up and poured a basin of water on Wang Wanwan.

Facts have proved that the electric baton combined with cold water is smoother and can exert the high voltage of 100,000 volts more vividly.

Of course, when he did it, Zhang Yong had to put on his leather shoes.
To be continued...