"Boss, is that person worthy of our trust?" While Tang Cheng was standing in the shadows downstairs patiently waiting for the truck to appear, the three Hans people in the attic were talking in low voices. One of Hans' subordinates really didn't understand why Hans valued this young man Tang Cheng so much. After all, if Tang Cheng was his age, he might still be just a student in Germany.
"Trust? No...I have never really trusted him!" Hans gave an unexpected answer after hearing this, "In fact, I didn't expect him to complete this operation at all. If Henry is so easy to deal with, Maybe his arms business has been out of business for a long time. This Chinese boy named Tang is not an ordinary person. I have always suspected that he is related to the intelligence department of the Chinese government. This time is just in time to try his abilities."
"You don't have to think too much. Even if this operation fails, the kid is Chinese and the matter has nothing to do with us. If that kid can complete this move, we will be the ones who benefit in the end. Since it doesn't matter whether we fail or win, , we won’t suffer any loss, why can’t we give it a try!” Seeing that his men were still trying to persuade him, Hans finally revealed his plan.
"Boss, the truck is coming." The other subordinate who had been staring out the window suddenly turned around to remind Hans and the two of them. After hearing this, Hans walked to the window in a few steps, took the telescope handed by the other person, and looked out the window. When Hans looked out the window with the telescope, it happened that Tangcheng was rushing across the street like a ghost and hiding in the back of a truck. Before Hans, who was holding the telescope, could smile, he could see clearly in the telescope. The whole process of going to Tangcheng and wielding a knife to kill the man outside the side door.
"Oh God! It seems I still underestimated him!" Hans is good at collecting intelligence, but not good at commanding and participating in actions. But the scene where Tang Cheng swung his sword just now shocked Hans greatly. He had never thought that a young man like Tang Cheng could use such drastic measures. The two men under Hans also had shocked expressions on their faces at this moment. Judging from Tang Cheng's ghostly sword-wielding technique just now, it was obvious that he was a seasoned murderer.
At this moment, Tangcheng, who had sneaked into Henry's residence, did not know that the scene where he had just wielded a knife to kill people had already been seen by Hans and the three people across the street. At this moment, he was quietly entering the building through a small door. among things. Henry was in the backyard warehouse with his cronies. There were not many people in the building at all. Not long after Tang Cheng walked along the corridor, he opened a door and entered an empty room.
Tang Cheng took out the cloth bag he had prepared long ago, put the raincoat he had taken off before into the backpack, and then took out the cowhide belt from the carry-on equipment bag and tied it around his waist. On this palm-wide cowhide belt, it was divided into left and right sides. A sharp dagger in the style of a Sibing dagger is inserted. This is a concession. Once gunfire occurs, it will attract patrols in the concession. Tangcheng does not want to expose its secrets to Hans, so it can only choose cold weapons as assault weapons.
After arranging the equipment, Tang Cheng leaned against the door. After listening carefully to the movement outside the door, Tang Cheng opened the door and appeared in the corridor. Turning the corner at the end of the corridor and opening another door, what appeared in front of Tangcheng was a small hall, and in the southeast corner of the hall was a wooden staircase leading upstairs. Tang Cheng did not go up the stairs. Instead, according to the information Hans provided in advance, he walked straight through the hall and stopped behind the door in the northwest corner.
According to the information provided by Hans, behind this door is the corridor leading directly to the backyard. According to Henry's habit of receiving goods, Henry at this time should be unpacking and inspecting the goods in the warehouse in the backyard. Tang Cheng was holding a short knife in his right hand, and stretched his left hand forward to rest on the door handle. After taking a deep breath to calm his emotions, Tang Cheng slowly opened the door in front of him. The door, which was not too heavy, was opened with a gap. Through this gap, Tang Cheng could clearly see the corridor behind the door.
The corridor was not long. It looked like it was more than ten meters long. Tang Cheng secretly calculated in his heart that if he ran with all his strength, he might be able to pass this corridor, which was only more than ten meters long, in just a few seconds. But there are unforgettable things happening in this world. Just when Tang Cheng opened the door and had already crossed the threshold with his left foot, the door on the opposite side of the corridor suddenly moved.
The door on the opposite side of the corridor connected to the backyard. Tang Cheng, who had always been highly nervous, saw the door handle of the opposite door suddenly slowly turning. He crossed the threshold without thinking and moved forward with all his strength. Get running. "Ka!" Tang Chengfeng, who was running with all his strength, rushed through the middle of the corridor. The door behind him closed and closed, and the door opposite was opened by a gap at this moment.
No one in this building, including Henry, would have thought that someone had sneaked in. Naturally, the person who opened the door from the backyard would not have thought either. When he was still a few meters away from the door, Tang Cheng, who was running quickly in the corridor, saw the other party through the crack of the door. The other party was obviously not mentally prepared. He suddenly saw someone running towards him in the corridor. His first reaction was not to sound an alarm, but to freeze for a moment by the door.
It was his daze that gave Tang Cheng a chance. Tang Cheng, who suddenly touched the ground with his left foot, suddenly jumped up and waved his right hand forward violently. A cold light flashed through the corridor. "Well..." The opponent who was hit in the neck by the flying dagger could not make a sound at all. Just when he reached out to scratch his neck in vain, Tang Cheng was already in front of him. With a stern look on his face, Tang Cheng clenched his right fist and punched the opponent's heart with a phoenix-eye punch. The opponent's eyes were darkened and he immediately fell backwards.
Tang Cheng didn't have time to see clearly what was going on behind the man, so he quickly reached out to grab the other man's clothes and pulled the man who was leaning backward from the door to him. The plasma spurted out from the knife edge on the opponent's neck, and soon the corridor, which was not long, was filled with the smell of blood. At this moment, Tang Cheng had no time to care whether the person had died or not, he just reached out and pulled out the short knife from the opponent's neck. He conveniently placed the opponent, who couldn't help twitching, against the wall in the corridor.
Through the slightly opened door, Tang Cheng could already hear the faint voices behind the door. At this moment, he felt the disadvantage of being alone. If there were a few helpers around him at this moment, he would not be like this. Like shrinking hands and feet. It's just that this is not the time to regret it. Since he has already gotten in and killed the two opponents, he can only move forward, otherwise all his efforts will be wasted. Tang Cheng, who withdrew his dagger, secretly gritted his teeth and carefully observed the situation through the crack in the door. After a few breaths, Tang Cheng, holding a dagger in each hand, suddenly opened the door in front of him with his shoulder, and rushed in quickly like a ghost. In the attached warehouse in the backyard.
Henry, the British arms dealer who had always been plagued by Hans' illness, was following his old habit and taking a few of his cronies to unpack and inspect the goods. They didn't even notice the strange appearance of Tangcheng at this moment. Tang Cheng first ducked and hid behind a pile of boxes. After adjusting his breathing slightly, he used the cover of the pile of boxes to rush towards Henry and others who were surrounding the truck behind him like an arrow.
"Shua...shua..." Two cold lights flashed, and the two people on the outermost side of the crowd clutched their throats and collapsed. Before the people on the opposite side could shout, Tang Cheng raised his hand and threw out the two daggers in his hands. Blood splashed in the air with the flash of the sword, and in the blink of an eye, four of Henry's men fell one after another. "Shua...shua..." Two more cold rays of light flashed through, and the daggers on Tangcheng's cowhide belt lost two handles in the blink of an eye. The two pledgers in British military uniforms also covered their bleeding throats. Followed in the footsteps.
The two truck drivers and two guarantors who entered the backyard warehouse, including Henry and his group, were only twelve or three people in total. After just one encounter, six of them were killed by Tang Cheng who suddenly appeared. The remaining people, including Henry, were all dumbfounded. Taking advantage of the opponent's lack of opportunity to immediately launch a counterattack, Tang Cheng once again threw the last two daggers on his belt, causing the opponent to fall down again.
In an instant, more than ten people from the opponent were killed from double digits to single digits. Only then did the tension in Tang Cheng's heart slowly relax. Taking out the Japanese sword he got from the izakaya from his equipment bag, Tang Cheng, with a ferocious smile on his face, swung his long sword and rushed into the chaos. As he swung the long sword, large pieces of flesh and blood flew away with the light of the sword. Tang Cheng is a nationalist from the bottom of his heart. No matter whether they are Japanese or British, Tang Cheng has no good opinion of them, so killing a few British people has no psychological burden on Tang Cheng at all.
The long knife in Tang Cheng's hand was swung very fast, giving no opportunity for the opponents to draw out their guns and fight back. Henry and others had no choice but to hold the unloaded rifles they were inspecting in their hands to resist Tang Cheng's chops. The rifle in the opponent's hand was not loaded with ammunition, and it was not equipped with a bayonet. Such a low-end rifle did not seem to be a threat to Tangcheng. As a result, in just a few seconds, Henry and others were killed by Tang Cheng again.
"Who are you? I can give you money...a lot of money, as long as you let us go!" Henry, who was fat, gasped for air, stretched out his hand and pulled a subordinate to block him, and at the same time, he shouted at the blood-stained man. Tang Cheng shouted and asked. Unexpectedly, Tang Cheng ignored his shouting and asked. He just swung his knife, knocked one of Henry's men to the ground, and then threw the long knife forcefully at Henry who was hiding behind his men.
"Wait, everything is negotiable..." Seeing that Tang Cheng ignored him and hid behind his men, Henry's expression changed. He wanted to offer other benefits before he could finish his words. He saw a flash of a knife in front of his eyes. The long knife thrown by Tang Cheng was already in front of him. "Poof!" Henry and the man standing in front of him were actually skewered together like candied haws with a long knife.
