Crossing the spy war, my code name is God of Wealth

Damn, it seems this guy got into trouble and returned to his country to seek refuge.

Even the United States doesn't dare to stay, it seems that this disaster is not small.

Lin Yaozong took a sip of red wine and said, "It seems that Brother Huanzhi has caused quite a lot of trouble. How much money have you swallowed? You can't even stay in the United States..."

Shen Congwen raised his glass and said, "It's only tens of thousands of dollars, but it's a bit hot."

"This is Mr. Situ of Zhigongtang calling for donations from American expatriates to purchase military supplies and support the domestic anti-Japanese war..."

Tens of thousands? Or dollars? Hearing this number, Lin Yaozong almost choked on his drink.

The tens of thousands of dollars today are not the tens of thousands of dollars of the 21st century.

At that time, ordinary factory workers earned about eight to ten dollars a month, and municipal workers earned no more than twenty dollars a month.

That is to say, teachers and other intellectuals have slightly higher salaries, earning tens or hundreds of yuan...

However, although the monthly income is only a dozen or twenty yuan, it is more than enough to support a family.

If they only spend money on food and drink, tens of thousands of dollars is enough for a family to spend their entire lives with some money left over...

Lin Yaozong's eyes flashed with greed. Tens of thousands of dollars! If this money fell into his hands, wouldn't it be rich...

Shen Congwen seemed to have sensed Lin Yaozong's thoughts and smiled, "Brother Yaozong, don't worry. As long as you are willing to say a few good words in front of the Japanese so that I can settle down, I will definitely give you a share of the money."

You kid is on your way. Lin Yaozong nodded slightly and said, "Don't worry, Brother Huanzhi and I are like brothers, I will definitely help."

"However, it's not so easy to join the Oriental camp. You have to have a pledge of allegiance."

"Brother, I risked being beheaded by the anti-traitor team and finally gained the trust of the Japanese..."

A letter of surrender? Shen Congwen hesitated for a moment, opened his briefcase, took out a magazine and handed it to Lin Yaozong.

"What is this?" Lin Yaozong took the magazine curiously, opened it and took a look.

This is an English magazine, and Lin Yaozong can't understand English.

However, Lin Yaozong was shocked to see the picture above...

There are some pictures of a group of Japanese soldiers carrying the heads of Chinese people, and some pictures of some girls with no clothes on and terrified expressions on their faces.

Some of the pictures are so horrifying, with blood and bones everywhere, that normal people would feel horrified when seeing them...

Shen Congwen pointed to the words on it and said, "This is the latest issue of Time magazine in the United States."

"This article is about the report of the Japanese army massacring civilians in Nanjing City."

"The author of the article is John Magee, a missionary from the Episcopal Theological Seminary in Cambridge, Massachusetts, USA."

"He used a video camera to record the atrocities committed by the Japanese army in Nanjing."

"I think the Japanese people nowadays definitely don't want these things to be exposed."

"This will affect their international reputation. Coincidentally, I know this Father John Magee. He once preached in San Francisco..."

"What do you mean?" Lin Yaozong's expression changed slightly.

Shen Congwen smiled and said, "I believe the Japanese will be very interested in this letter of surrender..."

Hearing this, Chen Yang next door was shocked all over, as if he had been electrocuted.

Damn, they want to help the Japanese destroy the evidence of the Nanjing Massacre...

No, that's absolutely not possible..

If the $100,000 donation was the goodwill of overseas Chinese, then the evidence of the Japanese atrocities was related to the injustice of 300,000 Jinling residents and was far more important than the $100,000 donation.

Many people in later generations have worked hard to prove the existence of this massacre. Chen Yang has visited Mr. Chunru’s memorial hall.

He could fully understand the psychological trauma that Mr. Chunru suffered when collecting this information.

It is conceivable that the information was so bloody, dark, and desperate that it could cause a kind, optimistic female reporter to suffer from depression...

If Chen Yang is allowed to destroy the evidence, future generations will probably break his spine.

Chen Yang cannot bear the title of a national sinner, and neither can any Chinese with a conscience...

In just a moment, Chen Yang made a decision.

Today, these two people must die.

Jesus couldn't keep them, I said...

A hundred thousand dollars in donations, fuck him...

Having made up his mind, Chen Yang casually clicked on the system page...

"Turn on the precision calculation function."

The mind moved slightly, and a light blue light curtain appeared...

The precision calculation function was a deductive calculation function he used when designing the game script.

The original intention was to calculate the progress of the battle, simulate the opponent's attack or defense progress, and find the best way to fight.

Now, Chen Yang can use it to design the most perfect killing plan with the highest success rate.

Enter weapons...

Enter your target...

Enter environment information...

Start precision calculation...

After a series of information was input, a slow loading prompt appeared on the light blue screen.

Beep beep..

"Simulate the killing of a target at the Radisson Hotel..."

"Success rate of sneaking into Radisson Hotel: 100/100..."

"Success rate of approaching the target person: 100/100..."

"Success rate of killing the target person: 87/100..."

"Safe evacuation success rate: 69/100..."

"Probability of serious injury: 4.6/100."

"Probability of death: 3.6/100."

"The remaining probability: 2.8/100."

"Comprehensive results: The success rate of killing a single target is 85/100, and the success rate of assassinating two targets at the same time is 67.33/100..."

"The success rate of assassinating the target and evacuating safely is 82.88/100..."

"The probability of failing to assassinate the target and being captured by hostile forces is 12.12/100."

Do you want to load the simulated assassination screen...

yes..

With a whoosh, a simulated animation slowly emerged.

The animation simulates the environment of the Radisson Hotel. When the target walks out of the box and turns the corner, Chen Yang rushes out from the dark corner.

He cut Shen Congwen's throat with a knife, then grabbed Lin Yaozong's right hand, and before the other party could draw his gun, he stabbed his carotid artery with a dagger.

The whole process takes about seven seconds, and the success rate is 87 percent...

According to the assassination simulation in the animation, the success rate should be 100%.

But the system's explanation was that Lin Yaozong had a Nambu pistol on him.

If Chen Yang's surprise attack fails to achieve the desired effect, it is likely to be counterattacked by the opponent, resulting in accidental casualties.

However, considering Chen Yang's physical condition, the system determined that the probability of this happening was less than 5%.

In other words, Chen Yang was in extremely unlucky circumstances and an accident occurred, which caused Lin Yaozong to react, pull out his pistol, and injure Chen Yang.

Of course, the system cannot explain what this accident is. It only calculates possible accidents, not that they will definitely happen.

It is mainly to remind the host to pay attention to changes in the surrounding environment.

After carefully watching the animation simulation scene twice and knowing all the sequences by heart, Chen Yang took out the dagger tied to his ankle.

The sharp blade emits a sharp light under the light.

A cold murderous intent appeared on Chen Yang's face...