After escaping the pursuit, Tang Cheng chose to return to the scene. Unwilling to be set up, he just wanted to kill his opponent and turn around. Tang Cheng did not expect that Ono Masao would appear here at all. The target he originally wanted to shoot was Dong Cheng, but he accidentally found Ono Masao among those men in black. The appearance of Masao Ono made Tang Cheng jump for joy on the roof, so the target he planned to shoot changed from Dong Cheng to Masao Ono.
Out of caution, Tang Cheng did not shoot and kill Masao Ono as soon as he discovered him. Instead, like an old hunter for many years, Tang Cheng waited patiently for Masao Ono to appear again after entering the clinic. Facts have proved that Tang Cheng's waiting was not in vain. As many corpses were moved out of the clinic by the men in black from the Zodiac Society, Masao Ono, who had been in the clinic for a long time, finally appeared at the door of the clinic.
So just when Dong Cheng came to Masao Ono to talk, Tang Cheng on the rooftop in the distance finally pulled the trigger. With a shooting range of 200 meters, for Tang Cheng who used the sniper rifle and also opened the triple eyepiece skill, It's not difficult at all. The first bullet hit Masao Ono's head. The stickiness on Dong Cheng's face and hands came from Masao Ono's exploded head. The man in black who was hit by the second bullet was one of Masao Ono's men. If he hadn't subconsciously used Japanese when shouting, maybe Tang Cheng could have let him go.
After both shots hit, Tang Cheng immediately put the sniper rifle into his equipment bag, leaned over to pick up the two shell casings at his feet, and immediately slid down the rope to the back of the small building, then disappeared into the night. After all, the Zodiac Society is not a military organization, so when Dong Cheng and others waiting at the door of the clinic calmed down their panic and followed the direction of the bullets to the roof of the building, Tangcheng, who had stopped here, had already disappeared. 's missing.
After assigning the task of assassinating Masao Ono to Tangcheng, Boss Yu of the tea house has been paying attention to the news about Masao Ono. Suddenly, he learned that Masao Ono was shot and killed in front of a clinic in the concession last night while he was having breakfast. Boss Yu almost choked to death on the fried dough sticks in his mouth. "Who are the people sent by the headquarters? How come Ono Masao has been killed without even the slightest news coming out!"
After beating his chest for a while, he finally spit out the dough stick stuck in his throat, and Boss Yu began to think about Tangcheng. Boss Yu's first impression of Tang Cheng was not very good, because Tang Cheng not only looked young, but also looked more like a careless young man from a rich family based on Tang Cheng's clothes. When handing over the task to Tang Cheng, Boss Yu might have thought that Tang Cheng would be gone forever like the few killers who came to Shanghai before, but he never expected that Masao Ono would be killed so suddenly, and moreover. In the concession.
What Boss Yu couldn't understand was the same for many people in the concession, and Hans was one of them. As a German intelligence agent disguised as an American businessman, Hans has lived in Shanghai for many years and has his own way of understanding the concession. Through his own intelligence network, Hans knew the news that Ono Masao was killed in the concession earlier than others, but he did not think of Tangcheng at the first time.
But as Hans kept thinking, he still thought of Tangcheng. According to his understanding of Tangcheng, Ono Masao's incident was probably related to Tangcheng, because Edmund said that Tangcheng had been out last night. "Tang, my friend, does Ono Masao's matter have anything to do with you?" On the phone, Hans went straight to the point and asked Tang Cheng about Ono Masao's matter, but Tang Cheng on the other end of the phone chose to deny it.
"Hans, why do you think so? Also, who is Masao Ono? I don't think I know the person you are talking about!" Tang Cheng denied it firmly on the phone. There was no one else involved in his actions last night. You know, even if you went out last night, the smell of alcohol you deliberately created when you came back is your best cover. "Hans, I am a Chinese and it is impossible to know any Japanese. You should understand this!"
Tang Cheng's answer sounded far-fetched, but Hans couldn't say anything more. After all, he had no conclusive evidence that Tang Cheng was related to Ono Masao's incident. After hanging up the phone, Tang Cheng, who had already eaten breakfast, stayed alone in the study room, wiping the pistol and rifle used last night while thinking about whether there were any omissions or mistakes in last night's actions. What a pity about those medicines! Tang Cheng suddenly remembered the things piled up on the second floor of the clinic, especially the medicines.
In today's black market, the price of medicines has long risen to an eye-popping price, especially medicines that can treat trauma. Tang Cheng thought to himself for a while, and finally left his residence after lunch and walked slowly towards the address in his memory. At this time last year, Tang Cheng had discovered more than one underground party stronghold in the concession. The purpose of his outing today was to confirm that those underground party strongholds were still operating normally.
The first place Tang Cheng went to was a barber shop in the French Concession. Using the barber shop in the downtown area as a contact point, Tang Cheng really couldn't figure out what the underground party in Shanghai was thinking. The two-color rotating light at the entrance of the barber shop was very interesting. Tang Cheng stared at the light from a distance for a while before walking into this fairly neat barber shop. There were no customers in the barber shop at this time. When Tang Cheng entered, there was only an old man chatting with the barber.
Tang Cheng didn't look around or take the initiative to talk to the other party. He just let the barber play with his head like an ordinary guest. When getting a haircut, the barber's fingers would always come into contact with Tang Cheng's scalp and ears, so Tang Cheng could identify the other person's identity through his triggering skills without having to test anything. The result of the violation made Tangcheng quite satisfied. It seems that the Shanghai underground party organization has not given up on this contact point.
The barber's skills were good. After cleaning the broken hair on his head, Tang Cheng immediately paid and left. Until Tang Cheng left the barber shop, he had no communication with this underground party member who was very good at barbering, and neither did the other party. I feel that Tang Cheng's identity is suspicious. After leaving the barber shop, Tang Cheng went to another place, but unfortunately, Tang Cheng did not find anyone from the Shanghai underground party in this optical shop. It was just a year since I had been to Shanghai, and it seemed that many things had changed. Returning to Tangcheng, I sat down at the cafe opposite the barber shop and waited for the skilled barber to leave after get off work.
Time passed by, and through the street window of the cafe, everyone entering and leaving the barber shop appeared in Tangcheng's sight. Finally, when the barber shop closed, Tang Cheng, who had changed his clothes, fell far behind the barber. The barber, who was not aware that he was being followed, first went to the vegetable market, then to a bookstore, and finally returned home with large and small bags of things.
On the way, I found several times that the other party was conducting anti-tracking investigations. I had already used system skills to lock the opponent's Tangcheng. I couldn't help but snicker in my heart. The locking and tracking range had grown to 150 meters, which was enough for Tangcheng to be separated by a street. You can bite the opponent tightly. The barber was still alert and did not relax his vigilance just because he was in the concession. However, in Tangcheng's opinion, his anti-tracking methods were too crude, even inferior to those of the peripheral members of the Chongqing Investigation Team. .
However, Tang Cheng did not despise the other party because of this. After all, many people in the underground party had not received the necessary training. Their methods of doing things were summed up with blood and tears after repeated failures. After confirming the location of the barber's residence, Tang Cheng did not choose to monitor or stay nearby, but immediately returned to his residence. It was still early at this moment, and Tang Cheng had not yet figured out how to contact the other party, so everything had to wait until dark before taking action.
As a housekeeper, Edmund was used to Tang Cheng leaving early and returning late. When Tang Cheng came downstairs after changing his clothes, Edmund had already prepared dinner for Tang Cheng. "Edmund, are you familiar with the black market in the concession?" From the first day Tang Cheng moved here, Edmund, who firmly remembered his duties as a housekeeper, refused to sit with Tang Cheng for dinner, so Tang Cheng I often have to sit alone in a restaurant to eat. But today, before Tang Cheng could wait for Edmund to leave, he stopped him with words.
"Black market! I don't know much, but I know someone who works as a broker in the black market!" Edmund answered cautiously, but the flash in his eyes was clearly seen by Tang Cheng. The Edmunds were arranged by Hans. Strictly speaking, Tang Cheng would never trust this foreign couple 100%. However, after several days of secret observation, Tang Cheng judged that the Edmunds and Hans might have just been Employment relationship.
"Tomorrow, contact your broker friend. I need something, so I can only go to the black market to inquire." As he spoke, Tang Cheng took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket and handed it to Edmund. "Half of this money is for you and Mary, and the remaining half is for your activity expenses. Black market brokers are profit animals who recognize money but not people. No matter how good the relationship between you is, it will not be better. Just give me the money.”
"Edmund, I look forward to meeting your broker friend at home as soon as possible." Tang Cheng did not tell Edmund in detail what he wanted, and Edmund didn't ask any more questions, just silently He took the stack of banknotes and turned around to leave. Edmund didn't speak, just because he didn't want to make mistakes if he said too much, but Tang Cheng became more and more interested in this British butler with an old-fashioned personality, who was actually less than forty years old.
