When Hans came to see Tang Cheng, it happened to be dinner time, but what Hans didn't expect was that Tang Cheng, who he had been thinking about all day, was still sleeping at this time. "Get up, it's almost time for dinner, why are you still sleeping?" Tang Cheng was interrupted by Hans who was sounding a snarky voice in his sleep. He slowly opened his eyes with a little anger, and Tang Cheng saw Hans. That extremely hateful face.
Waking up Tang Cheng from his sleep, Hans seemed to have done something extraordinary. Seeing the impatience in Tang Cheng's eyes, Hans raised his eyebrows at Tang Cheng in a deliberately show-off manner. . "Tang, get up quickly. I have something to ask you. It's very important!" Hans didn't intend to talk in Tang Cheng's bedroom, but hinted at Tang Cheng with his eyes. The latter understood it and immediately wrapped himself in a velvet pajamas. Followed Hans to the study.
"About the medicines, are you telling the truth?" Hans made a double entendre. He was talking about the medicines, but actually he wanted to reaffirm Tang Cheng's purpose of coming to Shanghai. The attack on the Zodiac in the concession has now spread a lot in the concession. In particular, the true identity of the Japanese Ono who was shot and killed in the street has long been revealed. Many people claim that Tekko will not be able to do so this time. Give up and give up.
Hans didn't know whether Tekko would let it go, but he knew that if the person who shot Xiaoye was Tang Cheng, he might get into trouble, and Tekko would not be easy to deal with. "If you have medicines in your hand, I will take as much as you have. The price is negotiable." Tang Cheng was stunned for a moment, and then gave Hans an unexpected answer. His tone was no different from that of a drug dealer in the black market. difference.
Hans was still a little unwilling to get the answer he wanted from Tang Cheng, but he couldn't find a suitable excuse to continue asking. "We've got some clues about the medicines. It's the British guy I told you about. My people have found the warehouse where he stores medicines." Hans, who was secretly tangled in his heart, finally remembered his purpose. "But the location of the warehouse is not very good. If there is too much movement, it might alert the patrol room."
Tang Cheng didn't understand what Hans meant at first. After Hans drew a rough map with pen and paper, Tang Cheng finally understood what Hans meant. "I don't think the problem is big. The owner of the cargo chose this place as a warehouse because it is close to the patrol house. But there is an old saying in China that it is dark under the lamp. The safer the place is in the imagination, the more... It is easy to become lax, and naturally there will be more flaws and loopholes.”
Tang Cheng had seen the map drawn by Hans, stretched out his hand and rubbed his chin to express his opinion. However, Tang Cheng also felt that this British man had a thoughtful idea about hiding medicines in a busy city. "Without further delay, how about we do it tonight?" Before Hans could figure out what it meant to be dark under the lamp, Tang Cheng immediately suggested that we do it tonight, which shocked Hans quite a bit, thinking that this I am too impatient!
"You figure it out for yourself! Anyway, I also know where the medicine is. If you don't participate, at worst I will just find someone else. This is big Shanghai, not to mention a large number of medicines, even for a piece of the ocean, it is possible There is no shortage of ruthless people working hard for money in Shanghai." As if to take revenge on Hans for interrupting his sleep, Tang Cheng, who teased Hans hard, turned around and left. Walking slowly, he was worried that Hans would drop the ashtray on the table on his head.
Naturally, Hans would not hit Tang Cheng on the head with the ashtray on the table, but he felt a little uncomfortable. In the following time, Hans, who was annoyed in his heart, could only turn his anger into appetite, and ate it hard. A meal in Tangcheng. After filling his stomach, Hans' original IQ index finally returned. "Time is a bit tight. I don't know how many of my men can come back." Hans's words made Tang Cheng's eyes tremble. This meant that Hans had scattered his men. It seems that this guy's There are other things holding back inside.
However, after thinking about it, Tang Cheng did not ask further questions, but just looked down at his watch. "Until early in the morning, you can find as many people as you want. Even if there are only three or five people, I will take action tonight." The reason why Tang Cheng decided to take action tonight is because tomorrow the Shanghai Underground Party will go to that apartment to pick up... When it was time to take medicine, Tang Cheng wanted to prepare more medicine for the Shanghai underground party.
Seeing that Tang Cheng had set the time for early morning, Hans didn't say much and just said goodbye and left immediately. "Edmund, how is your contact with your broker friend?" After sending Hans out in person, Tang Cheng, who turned back, suddenly remembered the black market broker Edmund mentioned. There were some things that Tang Cheng had to hide from Hans, so being a black market broker who only took money to do things became another option for Tang Cheng.
"Sir, do you want to see him now? I can call him. He doesn't live too far away." Edmund maintained his usual seriousness, but Tang Cheng didn't care about this. Only after Edmund answered , he immediately nodded and motioned to Edmund to call someone over. Although it was already dinner time, the actual time was still early. Within half an hour after Edmund made the call, his broker friend who had been in the black market all year round had already rushed over.
"Sir, this is Clayman. His brother once served in the same army as me. If you have something to do, you can feel free to leave it to him." Following Tang Cheng's instructions, Edmund directly Kleinman took him to the study room on the second floor. When Edmund introduced the other party, Tang Cheng secretly observed Clayman's reaction and expression. After the two shook hands, Tang Cheng, who secretly activated the triggering skill, finally felt relieved.
"Edmund said you are a black market broker. I don't know much about the black market in Shanghai, but I may need to buy something from the black market recently." In front of Edmund, Tang Cheng did not try to hide it; Go straight to the point and state your purpose. "Do you have a reliable arms dealer? This place in Shanghai is too chaotic. I heard that many people died in the concession a few days ago. I need something to ensure my safety." As he spoke, Tang Cheng also deliberately pointed at Ke Lyman blinked, and the meaning was self-evident.
Before Clayman came, he had heard Edmund talk about some situations in Tangcheng. Although he was surprised by Tangcheng's youth at this moment, Clayman did not underestimate the young man in front of him. After all, he was at this age. At that time, I only knew how to play and fight. "No problem, you can give me a list first, and I will find a reliable person to prepare the goods according to the list. If you don't want anyone to know about this, I can do it in the name of someone else. Small amounts of arms coming out of the black market are very common. It’s hard to find the origin and whereabouts.”
Tang Cheng was very satisfied with Clayman's answer. As long as the other party was someone who knew how to make money, he could save himself a lot of trouble. However, he took the initiative to find Clayman tonight not just to buy arms from the black market. Simple. "If I have something I want to sell on the black market, what should I do to prevent others from knowing that it is related to me?" Tang Cheng's expression remained unchanged, but Clayman's expression had changed. Tang Cheng's request was Something he hadn't thought of before coming here.
After thinking for a while, Kleinman spoke, "There are several places in the concession where black market brokers and intelligence dealers exchange information with each other. If you have something or information to sell, you can go to these places. I I heard that the rules there are strict, and it is rare to hear that a seller's identity is exposed, but a place like that is not foolproof. I suggest you go directly to a powerful black market dealer to do business. People like them are more particular about rules, because there is no black market. Businessmen are willing to live with money.”
Both of Clayman's suggestions were not satisfactory to Tang Cheng, but it was not time to reveal the answer yet, so Tang Cheng didn't say anything more. Tangcheng couldn't let Clayman's trip go in vain, so he gave the opponent a list of weapons. Although most of the weapons and equipment on the list were single pieces, if the chemicals at the bottom of the list were included, the amount represented by this list would be It can no longer be considered small. "Mr. Kleiman, help me get these things first. We will talk about other things later."
Tangcheng did not play the trick of paying a deposit first and then paying cash on delivery. Instead, Tangcheng directly gave Kleiman a sum of money and explained that the extra amount was considered a commission for Kleiman. "Edmund, who is this Mr. Tang? When I saw him giving money, he didn't seem to care about such a large sum of money? Isn't he afraid that I would run away with the money?" After Meng was sent out of the yard, Kleinman still looked in disbelief and started talking nonsense.
Upon hearing this, Edmund just stared and despised his friend's younger brother, "Don't worry, if you run away with the money, I will ask your brother for the account. I believe you must still remember the way Mark beat someone. "Edmund's words made Clayman shudder. That brother of his was a violent maniac. It was terrible to hit people! With my small body, I'm afraid I won't be able to withstand even three punches.
Tang Cheng, who was standing by the window of the study, was looking down at the door of the courtyard, talking in a low voice to Edmund and Clayman. Although Tang Cheng has used triggering skills to confirm that Edmund and Clayman are not who they think they are, to be honest, Tang Cheng cannot 100% believe these two people. At this moment, Tang Cheng missed his family members in Chongqing and the veteran policemen in the investigation team. If he had a few veteran policemen around him to help, things would be much easier to handle.
It was almost early in the morning, and Tang Cheng, who was dressed in black and ready to go, was sitting quietly in the hall, waiting for Hans to appear. Time passed minute by minute, but Hans never appeared. However, Tang Cheng was not affected. At zero o'clock, he got up and left his residence and disappeared into the night.
