Tangcheng's third target was a British businessman named Pike. Pike ran a trading house at the end of this street. The stereotype factor that is deeply rooted in the British people's bones is vividly reflected in Parker. His trading house was a two-story building more than ten years ago. Now, more than ten years later, with many high-rise buildings in the concession, His trading house is still a two-story building.
Tangcheng walked along the street. The two-story building across the street was very eye-catching in the sunset. Tangcheng, who was walking on the street, only had to squint slightly to see the situation of the two-story building clearly. At this time, Pike's business should have gotten off work. He was just walking slowly across the street in Tangcheng, and didn't see anyone coming out of the door of the small building. Tang Cheng never thought about breaking into the small building to find the target. If he did that, he would probably be chased by the concession patrol room.
Within half an hour, two shooting incidents had occurred in the concession. The concession patrol room might have mobilized all its manpower. Tang Cheng also planned to retreat immediately after killing this pike. There is a bar diagonally across from Pike Commercial Bank. When Tang Cheng walked into the bar, he had already put the blanket wrapped with his rifle into his equipment bag. He looked no different from the guests in the bar.
Tang Cheng specially found a seat facing the street window and just ordered a glass of beer. Tang Cheng looked through the window at the small building diagonally opposite. There was a mixed crowd in the bar, and there were everyone here, including Tang Cheng alone. Therefore, Tang Cheng's appearance did not attract the attention of other people in the bar. About a quarter of an hour passed. Tang Cheng, who was hiding in the bar, never saw anyone entering or exiting the two-story building. Thinking that Bowman was still waiting for him in the bookstore at the alley, Tang Cheng, who frowned slightly, had to get up and pay. Leave the bar.
Tang Cheng slowed down as he walked back along the street, hoping that the target would appear, but the actual situation once again disappointed Tang Cheng. "Let's go, let's leave here. The target didn't appear. Maybe we should try another way!" We found Bowman waiting anxiously in the bookstore at the entrance of the alley. Tang Cheng, who had a rolled blanket under his arm, acted very calmly. . "The patrol room should have launched a search. At this time, it is best not to stay on the street." Tang Cheng did not explain too much to Bowman, but just led Bowman back to the place where the car was parked.
Sure enough, as Tang Cheng expected, the car was repeatedly interrogated by the Concession Patrol Office on its way back to Hans Restaurant. If it weren't for the blond guy Bowman driving the car, Tang Cheng, who was sitting in the back seat, might have stopped. In the city, I was pulled out of my car several times by the patrolmen who set up checkpoints along the road. After returning to Hans' restaurant without any danger, Bowman secretly breathed a sigh of relief. When he looked at Tangcheng again, he still had the same calm expression.
The reason for returning to Hans's restaurant was that Tang Cheng wanted to get relevant information from Hans, and he also needed Hans to do one more thing. "What? Find a tailor to make clothes for you at home?" Tang Cheng's new request made it difficult for Hans to accept it for a moment. He originally thought that Tang Cheng would make some important request, but he didn't expect that the other party just wanted him. Find a tailor to help you make your clothes custom-made. "Tang, can you please stop wasting my time with such trivial matters in the future?"
Hans's somewhat hysterical reaction made Tang Cheng grin. He just shrugged and Tang Cheng smiled at Hans. "Mr. Hans, the concession may soon be completely chaotic. The more times like this, the more we should calm down. The concession patrol room is not scary. The scary thing is that they will use the power of gangs. As long as they are caught If there are some clues, we may be implicated in time!"
Hans was not a stupid person. He just secretly analyzed what Tang Cheng had just said. Hans immediately understood what Tang Cheng wanted to express. "No problem. The tailor you want will come to your door early tomorrow morning. Our Mr. Bowman is a good card player. If you don't mind, Mr. Bowman may bring a few friends to play cards with you tomorrow. I hope you can come in advance. Prepare food and drinks." Hans's inference seemed to satisfy Tang Cheng, and among the three, only Bowman was confused.
After all that needed to be said, Hans personally drove Tang Cheng back to his residence. Watching Tang Cheng's back disappear through the door, Bowman, who was sitting in the passenger seat, immediately turned to look at Hans. "Hans, what do you mean by what you said to him in the restaurant before? Can we really believe him?" Bowman's understanding of Tang Cheng all comes from today, although he already knows that Tang Cheng is very skilled. , but this does not rule out Bowman's wariness towards Tangcheng.
Hans, who was asked by Bowman, took the cigarette offered by the other party and lit it, then started the car and slowly left the street until he turned the corner. Only then did Hans begin to answer Bowman's question. "This is not a matter of belief or not, but I know that he actually has no interest in knowing our affairs at all. Our current relationship with him is just a cooperation of interests. In other words, we pay. Hire him to help us solve our problems."
Hans' explanation sounded very straightforward. People like Bowman who knew the inside story didn't need to think too much to understand what Hans wanted to express. "He is very powerful, I have known this for a long time, and I also know that he does not like to be controlled by others, so I chose to cooperate. I don't know now whether my previous choice was correct, but I want to say that people like him Even if you can't be a friend, don't be his opponent, otherwise you will end up miserable."
Hans and Bowman actually belong to different departments, and Hans is not a formal member of the German intelligence department. Bowman was sent to Shanghai this time with a secret mission from the government department. Hans's words just now were just a kind reminder to Bowman, especially the last sentence, which was a subtle warning to the other party, because Hans was worried that Bowman, who was very curious about Tang Cheng, would be self-defeating and offend Tang Cheng.
Hans did not return to the restaurant directly, but took Bowman to a safe house not far from the patrol house in the French Concession. After listening to Bowman's story, Hans, who had obtained the latest information, knew more about Tangcheng. Another layer deepened. "How did he do it? According to what you said, the position where he fired was at least more than 300 meters away from the target. At such a shooting range, just using an ordinary rifle to shoot, even if the National Defense Force I’m afraid it will also be difficult for veterans in China to do so.”
Like Bowman, Hans also had the same doubts at this moment. In their understanding, it was almost impossible for a young man of Tang Cheng's age to possess such a magical marksmanship. "Does he have other methods that we don't know about?" Hans, who was full of doubts, suddenly thought of the case investigation information that the insider obtained from the Japanese Military Police Headquarters. If this Tangcheng had some secret methods that he didn't know about, Then, in the investigation data of the Hongkou District Izakaya murder case, it is not difficult to explain the doubts that the Japanese cannot explain.
Thomas and Mark, who were designated as the first two targets by Tangcheng, were both dead, and they were shot from a distance. The entire French Concession became extremely busy because of the deaths of these two people. Tang Cheng, who returned to his residence, was currently playing chess in the study with Zhang Jianghe, who was in high spirits. Zhang Jianghe, who was recovering, seemed to have been content with the status quo and no longer mentioned the matter of contacting Shanghai Station, and just rested peacefully.
"Uncle Zhang, don't worry about the Shanghai Station. Nanjing has sent a new special commissioner to Shanghai. Your main task now is to recover from your injuries. When your injuries heal, we will Return to Nanjing." Tang Cheng took advantage of Zhang Jianghe's inattention and quietly pushed the chess piece in the corner of the chessboard forward two spaces. In this way, Tang Cheng's horse could jump directly to the riverside.
"Hey, that's not right! You are dishonest. When did this horse come up?" Tang Cheng originally thought that his little move was not seen by Zhang Jianghe. He knew that Zhang Jianghe was a master who knew how to play blind chess, so he just looked down. After taking a look at the chessboard, he immediately discovered that Tang Cheng had made some moves. "You kid, just talk what you say, and play chess well. Don't play tricks on me, or I'll kick your ass!" Zhang Jiang smiled when he saw Tang Cheng put the horse back to its original position dryly. and immediately burst into laughter.
Tang Cheng deliberately used this move, and as expected, a smile appeared on Zhang Jianghe's face. He was secretly proud of himself and immediately brought up the old matter with Zhang Jianghe. "Uncle Zhang, how have you considered what I told you last time? Although Chongqing is not as good as Nanjing as the national capital, it is still a good place with beautiful scenery. Besides, our whole family is in Chongqing. Now you are If you lose an arm, what will happen if you stay in Nanjing! It’s not like you don’t know what those people in Nanjing are like!”
Ever since Zhang Jianghe came to stay temporarily in the bungalow provided by Hans, Tang Cheng had been lobbying Zhang Jianghe to go to Chongqing with him. However, Zhang Jianghe had not been in a good mood a while ago. Every time Tang Cheng mentioned this matter At that time, Zhang Jianghe only spoke vaguely and never expressed his attitude directly to Tang Cheng. Today, taking advantage of Zhang Jianghe's good mood, Tang Cheng brought up old matters again, and looking at Zhang Jianghe's expression, there was a hint of struggle.
"Uncle Zhang, I heard someone say something like this, as long as gold shines wherever it is. Although you have lost an arm, your ability to deal with Japanese spies in the past few years is still there, and I can also give you some help. If you provide some help, even if we go to Chongqing, we will still not be able to deal with Japanese spies! Whether the superiors appreciate it or not, that is one thing, as long as we have a clear conscience! Do you think this is true? "
