Spy Wars: As long as I'm subtle enough, no one will doubt me

"I apologize for not notifying you in advance and disturbing Boss Zhang."

Liu Long said with a smile.

"No, no!" Zhang Wanquan quickly put down his cigar, picked up the gold bar, and handed it to Liu Long respectfully: "Brother Liu, what are you talking about? I have always relied on you to take care of me. I absolutely cannot accept this money. Aren't you slapping me in the face?"

Liu Long smiled and said, "We'll need your car later, so just take it if I tell you to."

Seeing Liu Long was stubborn.

Zhang Wanquan had no choice but to accept it.

Liu Long pretended to complain bitterly, "I didn't know about this before. The top brass of the police department kept it secret. I didn't know about it until it happened."

Zhang Wanquan lit up the cigar, handed it to Liu Long, and asked in surprise: "Now there are only two of us here, brother Liu, tell me the truth. Is this Cai Dawei really an underground party lurking in your Central Police Department?"

"Isn't that right?"

Liu Long happily enjoyed a puff of cigarette: "This is a long story, but Cai Dawei deserved to die. This grandson has never done anything good..."

Zhang Wanquan agreed with a smile, "That's right, people like Cai Dawei are dead, and it won't affect the friendship between us brothers."

Liu Long thought for a moment and asked tentatively, "Boss Zhang, I heard from some people that this place seems to be where the Soviets pass on intelligence?"

Zhang Wanquan was stunned for a moment, then laughed dryly: "How is it possible? Chief Liu, this is not a joke... You'll lose your head..."

Liu Long smiled slightly: "That's all I said, don't be nervous, Boss Zhang."

"Haha, look how scared you got me. Brother, don't tell such jokes in the future." Zhang Wanquan hurriedly and enthusiastically poured wine for Liu Long.

Liu Long pretended to look at the club carefully and said, "This is a good place... But as a brother, I have to remind you that if the Soviets and the Japanese fight one day, I'm afraid this place will be gone in the first place..."

As a reborn person, Liu Long knew that this time point was actually approaching infinitely.

It is now December 1940.

The starting point for Germany and the Soviet Union to open fire was May 1941, which lasted for a few months at most.

Zhang Wanquan nodded worriedly and sighed, "This is also what I am worried about."

Liu Long pretended to be mysterious and lowered his voice: "I received a message from a high-level official. I haven't told anyone yet. Boss Zhang, do you want to know? Maybe the Soviet Union and Japan want to..."

"and many more."

When Zhang Wanquan heard this, his face changed drastically. After thinking for a while, he walked out quickly.

Zhang Wanquan actually has some connection with the Soviet Union. He relied on the power of the Soviets to open this Soviet club here.

On the surface, this is a hotel, a tavern, a dance hall, and a place to find exotic women for entertainment.

In fact, what really makes money in this era is espionage and information!

Zhang Wanquan made a living by reselling spies and intelligence here. Although the news was true and false, that's how espionage works. He made a lot of money by reselling spies and intelligence.

But the day before yesterday, Zhang Wanquan also received some information from his good friend Ivan in the Soviet Union.

Ivan is a person of special status and has a strong background in the Far East. Commissioner Vorosilav, who is now in charge of the Soviet National Defense, is Ivan's uncle.

So that day, when Zhang Wanquan heard that the Criminal Investigation Department was coming to arrest someone, he was shocked.

Ivan was also afraid of accidents and didn't want to stay for long, so he wanted to leave immediately.

Because that day, Ivan told Zhang Wanquan that after Germany successfully launched a blitzkrieg across Europe, according to intelligence, it had already gathered troops and was targeting the Soviet Union!

Zhang Wanquan looked outside the door and made sure there was no one there.

He came in and closed the door, then walked over again, extremely nervous: "Brother Liu, are you really not kidding?"

Liu Long smiled, but didn't smile.

Zhang Wanquan probably wouldn't believe it if it was said so easily.

Zhang Wanquan saw Liu Long holding the two gold bars from the cabinet, and after thinking for a while, he took out four more.

There are six in total, placed in front of Liu Long.

Zhang Wanquan stood looking down, with his hands resting on the imposing European-style desk.

He looked at Liu Long very seriously and said, "You can take this money. But brother, I just want you to tell me the truth. Is your information accurate?"

"Accurate." Liu Long nodded: "Three months at the earliest, five months at the latest."

Zhang Wanquan was shocked because Liu Long's news was very similar to Ivan's.

Ivan told him the same thing.

Historically, what most people saw was that the Soviet Union was unprepared.

But how is this possible?

The German army mobilized a total of 550 million troops.

Such a large-scale military force could be divided into three routes to launch a blitzkrieg against the Soviet Union.

There is an old saying: Before the troops move out, the food and fodder must go first.

Do you think the Soviet spies are fools? There is no way there was no clue at all.

At 42, the youngest marshal of the Soviet Union, Tukhachevsky had long believed that the main task of the Soviet military was to prepare for the Second World War.

However, during the internal purge of the Soviet Union, Tukhachevsky was defeated by Vlasilov in the political struggle, which also led to the Soviet Union's defeat in the winter battle with Finland. The Soviet Union needed time to adjust, which gave Germany an opportunity.

So Zhang Wanquan believed Liu Long's words. He still had at least three months to prepare to leave here...

Therefore, the value of Liu Long's information far exceeds the six gold bars in front of him.

This is equivalent to saving Zhang Wanquan's life!

Zhang Wanquan said gratefully: "Brother Liu, I really don't know how to express my gratitude for your kindness... This money..."

Liu Long pushed the gold bar back: "I don't want this money."

Zhang Wanquan was surprised and asked, "Could it be that you think there are not enough brothers?"

"no……"

Liu Long looked at Zhang Wanquan seriously: "You can prepare to leave here in the next few days, but there is one thing I need your help with. If neither you nor I want to die, no one can tell anyone about it..."

The two sat in the office for a full hour.

When Zhang Wanquan sent Liu Long out, he did not feel depressed at all because his profitable club was about to go bankrupt.

Instead, he seemed excited and ready to try.

Because Liu Long introduced him to a very big business.

How big is this business?

It is enough for Zhang Wanquan to do nothing for the rest of his life and still have no worries about food and clothing.

Zhang Wanquan watched Liu Long leave and did not ask anyone to close down the club that he had painstakingly run for many years.

Instead, according to the usual practice, they asked the waiter Xiao Si and others to turn on the lights and operate as usual.

"Chief Liu, Chief Liu, you are such a great man... I'm afraid you are not as simple as you seem, right?"

Zhang Wanquan murmured something, put on a smiling face and prepared to welcome tonight's guests.

Liu Long brought the silver needle box to Taro Ozawa's house.

Only the shy Mrs. Ozawa was at home. Seeing Liu Long coming, she quickly bowed and said, "Mr. Liu Long, you are here?"

"Hi! Where's the director? I made an appointment with him and will treat him today."

"Oh, that's right Yanagi Ryu-kun."

Mrs. Ozawa was wearing a kimono and looked like she had just taken a bath. Her face was flushed as she said politely, "My husband just called and said he had some official business to attend to. He asked you to wait for him for a while if you come. Please come in first."

Liu Long: No, madam, this is not good...

Another single man and a single woman, staying in the same room?