Hans's restaurant is not a prosperous business, but diners still come in from time to time after lunch, so in the office next to the kitchen, Tang Cheng, who is lying on the table and dozing, can always hear the sound of pots and pans. . Tang Cheng actually didn't have the habit of taking a nap. The rest he said was actually just an excuse, because when Hans and the others were secretly testing and observing Tang Cheng, Tang Cheng was also testing Hans and the others.
Tang Cheng's first test was to offer a target price of one thousand US dollars. The purchasing power of the US dollar is quite good nowadays. One thousand US dollars is enough for Hans to hire a dozen of the most famous killer swordsmen in Shanghai. . Tangcheng's offer of such a price was originally a test for Hans and the two of them, but Hans agreed on the spot without even thinking about it.
Coupled with Bowman's test of him in the morning, Tangcheng gradually became interested in Hans and the two of them, including the Europeans in the photo. Tangcheng knew early on that Hans was a German-American. According to Hitler's ideas and attitude, Hans could be considered a German. Tangcheng further thought and judged that Hans, who was living in China, should be secretly working for the German intelligence agency, and Bowman who suddenly appeared in this way might simply be a German intelligence agent from Germany.
Shanghai is a big city. Not only are there many gold diggers who dream of coming to Shanghai to make a fortune, but there are also a large number of intelligence officers from all over the world. Tang Cheng was not actually very concerned about the identities of Hans and the two. He just wanted to know why Hans had murderous intentions towards the Europeans in the photo, and Henry, who was killed that night, was also not a murderer. An ordinary person.
Tang Cheng did not want to get involved in the secret wars of other countries, especially the battles between intelligence agencies, but he also did not want to be taken advantage of. If Hans's testing of himself was out of a precautionary mentality, then Bowman's testing of himself was something that Tang Cheng must take seriously. Although Bowman seemed like an honest man, Tang Cheng felt in his heart that this calm fat man was far more difficult to figure out than Hans.
In Tang Cheng's thoughts, time passed little by little. Seeing that the hour hand of the watch was approaching four o'clock, Tang Cheng, who had been lying on the table and dozing, finally stretched and stood up. After moving around in the office for a while, Tang Cheng sat down again and reached for the makeup paint and a mirror on the corner of the table, and began to apply makeup paint on his face according to his own ideas. In fact, makeup cannot completely change a person's appearance. Especially the so-called makeup paints of this era have a single content and do not have the effect of later generations of cosmetics that can transform the ordinary into the magical.
Tang Cheng himself knew this truth, but this was the only disguise method he could use. Moreover, Tang Cheng had used this disguise method when he was in Nanjing. Facts have proved that this disguise method still has a certain effect. A quarter of an hour later, Tang Cheng blinked with satisfaction in the mirror. At this moment, Tang Cheng changed his previous dress of a fair-skinned rich young man, and was replaced by a simple and honest face with a dark complexion and freckles on both sides of his nose. After looking in the mirror for a while, Tang Cheng stretched his hands into claws and messed up his hair, and then he was finally satisfied.
Tang Cheng was busy pretending in the office, but Hans and Bowman thought that Tang Cheng had not woken up. Seeing that the time had reached four o'clock, Hans, who couldn't wait any longer, hurriedly pushed away the door of the office. Door. "God! Don, how did you do this? This is so amazing!" Bowman wanted to stop Hans from being reckless, but unfortunately he reached out too slowly and failed to stop Hans. But he didn't expect that Hans who broke into the office would first let out an exclamation, followed by a series of laughter and compliments.
Bowman, who didn't know what was going on, followed Hans into the office. When he first saw the man sitting behind the desk, he couldn't help but let out an exclamation just like Hans just now. Tang Cheng, who originally stayed in the office to rest, was now sitting in his original position, but his whole appearance had changed. Bowman, who was completely unprepared, opened his mouth and pointed at Tang Cheng. , but no words came out of his mouth.
"These are just some small tricks. Any movie actor may be able to do what I do." Faced with the exclamation of Hans and the two, Tang Cheng just smiled lightly and had no intention of explaining it to them in detail. "Hans, you need to prepare some clothes for me. The one I'm wearing now may not be suitable for you." Tang Cheng stood up and wrapped the 38-meter rifle in the wool blanket Hans prepared for himself. into a column, while giving Hans his final request.
"Prepare food and money in advance. If everything goes well, it may only take us an hour to come back." At four o'clock, Tang Cheng, who had changed his clothes, waved goodbye to Hans, and then left Hans's restaurant with Bowman through the back door. In the restaurant, the rifle wrapped in a blanket was tucked under Tang Cheng's arm. If someone didn't know the inside story, no one would know that there was a rifle wrapped inside.
"Go to the bakery first. The fat man named Thomas is the best to deal with. Let's use him as a target first!" Still the same as in the morning, Bowman drove in front, while Tang Cheng sat in the car alone. in the rear seat. The target sequence of the action was completely formulated by Tang Cheng himself. After lying quietly alone in Hans's office for several hours, Tang Cheng had already formulated the sequence of actions based on the terrain and situation he had seen in the morning.
While waiting for Tang Cheng to wake up in the restaurant, Hans and Bowman were not idle. According to the information received from his subordinates, Bowman already had a detailed understanding of the situation of these targets. Tang Cheng Cheng said to go find the big fat man named Thomas first, and Bowman already knew where to drive the car. At four o'clock, the concession was not at its busiest yet, but the streets were still crowded with pedestrians, so the car couldn't go any faster.
"You wait in the car. When you hear the gunfire, just drive the car to the intersection in front. I will wait for you there." Ten minutes later, the car slowly waited at Tang Cheng's signal. roadside. After giving Bowman a few words, Tang Cheng, who was wearing a dark coat, got out of the car with a blanket under his arm, and quickly disappeared into the crowd under Bowman's gaze. The place where Bowman parked his car was at least 400 meters away from Thomas's business. He didn't know why Tang Cheng got off the bus here early, but before leaving the restaurant, Hans specifically told Bowman not to question or stop him. Tangcheng’s decision.
How on earth are you going to do that? Because of Hans's advice, although Bowman was doubtful, he did not stop or question Tang Cheng. "Bang!" Just as Bowman was secretly thinking about the answer in the car on the roadside, a muffled sound suddenly came from across the street. Bowman was shocked. He was born in the military and was not unfamiliar with this kind of sound. It was clearly Gunshots. In just a moment, Tang Cheng's instructions before leaving caused Bowman in the car to react immediately. In order not to attract attention, Bowman deliberately started the car slowly and then drove towards the intersection ahead at a constant speed.
The place where Bowman parked his car was not very far from the intersection in front of him. While maintaining the speed of the car, Bowman looked left and right to both sides of the intersection, hoping to find Tang Cheng as soon as possible. Bowman drove the car to the intersection at almost a turtle speed, but he never saw Tangcheng appear. But just when he was secretly disappointed, the rear door of the car was suddenly opened, and then there was a familiar figure. A voice rang out from the back seat of the car.
"Keep the speed, drive to the left, and avoid the street going straight ahead. There should be chaos over there." Tang Cheng's voice sounded steady, not at all the rush or panic that Bowman expected. Hearing Tang Cheng's voice, Bowman immediately calmed down, followed Tang Cheng's instructions, turned the steering wheel and drove the car into the street on the left. Just when the car turned into the street on the left, Bowman in the cab subconsciously glanced through the car window into the street going straight, and happened to see passers-by running on the street going straight.
"Keep going straight, go right after two intersections, and stop when you see a cloth shop sign on the street on the left." When the car drove into the street on the left, Tang Cheng in the back seat said again, Then there was no other movement. Bowman concentrated on driving and paying attention to the various shop signs on the street, while Tang Cheng in the back seat closed his eyes and recalled the experience of the shot just now. A shooting range of more than 400 meters was nothing to Tang Cheng, who had a three-fold eyepiece, but the shot just now was the first time Tang Cheng used a rifle to kill someone.
It doesn't make any difference to Tang Cheng what kind of weapon is used to kill people, but this is a new experience after all. At this moment, Tang Cheng is secretly recalling the artistic conception just now. The car slowly stopped on the roadside, interrupting Tang Cheng's memories. When he opened his eyes, Tang Cheng immediately saw the sign of the cloth store on the roadside. "You don't have to wait for me here. Drive straight ahead and pass the Panseihua Cafe at the intersection. You can wait for me there." Tang Cheng, who opened his eyes, told Bowman, opened the car door, and held the blanket between his arms. Juan hurriedly got into the alley next to the cloth shop.
Bowman turned his head, but only saw the back of Tang Cheng entering the alley. Bowman, who was a little dissatisfied, secretly pouted, wondering what the hell was going on, he really thought of himself as a driver. Bowman was about to drive away, but suddenly you flashed in his mind. He immediately stuck his head out of the car window and called a cigarette seller on the street. Bowman, who paid for a pack of cigarettes, grinned. Then he turned the car around in the street and drove towards the street where passers-by were running.
Driving the car into this street, which Tangcheng had said would be chaotic, the first thing Bowman saw in the car was a few patrolmen from the concession patrol house, and the place where these patrolmen appeared was outside Thomas's business. . How on earth did he do it? A piece of the street-facing window on the second floor of Thomas Commercial Bank was broken. Bowman, who had read the intelligence, knew that it should be the window of Thomas' office. But he couldn't figure out how Tang Cheng shot Thomas's office window from more than 400 meters away.
