Espionage: I became sworn brothers with Zheng Yaoxian at the beginning, and became the Seventh Broth

Chapter 783 Casual Layout

They said they would feed those two Japanese devils to the dogs, but that was just talk.

Ye Shaohong isn't that ruthless.

In front of a large crowd of onlookers, he did indeed have four wolfhounds tear the corpses of the two Japanese soldiers apart.

But they didn't let the wolfhounds eat the flesh and blood of the Japanese soldiers.

the reason is simple.

These four wolfhounds had already been fed before they set off.

They simply couldn't eat it.

It was nothing more than tearing the corpses of two Japanese soldiers to shreds in front of a large crowd of onlookers. But the significance was enough.

Ye Shaohong achieved his goal and accomplished his objective.

The anger that had been building up in the hearts of the people for so long finally had a chance to be released.

By the time the patrolling police arrived, Ye Shaohong had already led his men away.

But there's one strange thing.

He did not take the bodies of the two Japanese soldiers with him.

Instead, they kept them.

They were left to die suddenly in the square. When Ye Shaohong left, he left someone to relay a message to the police, forbidding them from collecting the bodies.

This action led to a lot of jokes.

Although there were those self-righteous hypocrites who secretly criticized and cursed the secret service for being inhumane, even insulting people after they died.

But for many ordinary people, it was an opportunity for revenge. They wouldn't unleash their dogs to bite people, nor would they kick the corpses of those two Japanese soldiers, but they could spit on them and curse them a few times.

If few people do this kind of thing, of course nothing will be noticed.

But when there are more people, the situation changes.

soon.

The corpses of those two Japanese devils were covered with countless filthy things.

Rotten eggs and rotten vegetable leaves are commonplace items.

The most interesting things were the discarded pebbles and dog excrement; they were so numerous that they almost piled up the corpses of those two Japanese soldiers.

Reporters who happened to be there seized the opportunity to take photos.

The newspaper published it early the next morning. It spread throughout the entire mountain town in an instant.

The common people were talking about it, and various government agencies were also spreading the word.

Some people despise it, while others praise it.

Overall, public opinion is generally positive regarding the gimmick created by Ye Shaohong.

Who could blame them when the national and personal grievances were so intense?

The Japanese devils committed far too many atrocities in China. The people's enthusiasm for resisting the Japanese was also very strong. Many people died, and they all wanted to avenge their grievances.

As a result, the reputation of the Secret Service among the public improved somewhat.

But it's different in circles of highly educated people.

They have lost touch with the common people and instead value face and humanity more. They are even more indignant and resentful of Ye Shaohong's actions.

Some even wrote articles and published them in newspapers, directly denouncing them. Ye Shaohong glanced at these people and their articles, but paid them no attention whatsoever.

However, after putting down the newspaper, Ye Shaohong still gave an order.

Write down all these people's names.

While I wouldn't dare say they were all traitors who defected to the enemy, there were definitely pro-Japanese elements among them.

Paying attention to this is absolutely correct.

And just like that, time flew by and it was noon the next day.

Dai Yunong dragged his exhausted body back, along with Mao Renfeng, who was in an equally miserable state.

Upon returning to the Special Service Department, Dai Yunong immediately summoned Ye Shaohong.

When I arrived at Ye Shaohong's office, Dai Yunong was flipping through a newspaper, his face still burning with anger.

"Look, look, what's going on here?" "Ye Shaohong, you're not young anymore, how can you still do such childish things?"

"Do you know how many people I heard talking about our secret service on my way back? Do you know what they were saying?"

"They said we were the Embroidered Uniform Guard and the Eastern and Western Depots of the Republic of China!"

“They were practically pointing their fingers at me, Dai Yunong, and cursing at me.”

"Is this your purpose?"

Looking at Dai Yunong, who was standing behind the desk with a newspaper in his hand, cursing at him, Ye Shaohong couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Ye Shaohong could hardly contain himself any longer.

He tried his best to control himself and not laugh out loud.

Have no idea.

Who could blame them for the bright red bloodstain that remained on Dai Yunong's face, running from his forehead to his left cheek? Without even thinking or guessing, Ye Shaohong knew that it was the mark left by the bald-headed chairman's walking stick.

Even in this state, Dai Yunong was still yelling and shouting in front of him.

Is this an accusation against him?

It's obvious that he suffered some injustice at the hands of the bald-headed chairman and came to him to vent and seek balance.

"Yes Yes!"

"Sir, it was my oversight."

"If you want to scold me, then scold me. If you want to punish me, I will accept it without hesitation."

"But I have my reasons for doing this."

Before Ye Shaohong could even begin to explain himself, the phone on Dai Yunong's desk rang.

The call was from the Japanese embassy or consulate in Chongqing.

They protested to the intelligence service. This time, Dai Yunong unusually stood his ground and gave a direct reply: during wartime, spies are not entitled to humane treatment.

This is a universal rule; no matter how big the Japanese devils' faces are, they're still just stinking dogs.

They have no right to come here and shout.

After hanging up the phone, Dai Yunong pointed at Ye Shaohong again, and was about to speak when there was another knock on the office door.

This time, it was Mao Renfeng who came in with a strange expression.

"Director."

"We just received news that the bodies of the two Japanese soldiers left in the central square have been stolen..."

When Mao Renfeng spoke again, he glanced at Ye Shaohong without making a sound.

There was fear, suspicion, and a hint of exploration.

Dai Yunong was different. Before he could even lower his raised hand, his face instantly turned to one of astonishment.

"Stolen?"

After a moment of surprise, Dai Yunong seemed to understand something.

He immediately turned his head and looked eagerly at Ye Shaohong.

"Shao Hong, have you arranged for people to be stationed there?"

"Is it possible to track them down?"

That's good. Even in a fit of anger, Dai Yunong did not forget his job responsibilities.

He instantly understood Ye Shaohong's backup plan.

"Of course!"

"Now that I've put on such a big show, how could I not have prepared a backup plan?"

"Don't worry, Chief. I've already arranged surveillance personnel in several streets and alleys near the Central Square to provide support."

"I just don't know if my arrangements this time will be able to lure out that old Japanese devil, Miharu Toshiaki."

"I hope so..."