"Tang, if I can't contact you again, I'm going to buy a cemetery for you!" Zenjiro Hayata was found dead in his residence in Hongkou District. Hans, who had no rival, should have arrived to be happy. Just because of losing contact with Tangcheng, Hans has been depressed these days. At this moment, when he suddenly received a call from Tang Cheng, Hans's worries finally dissipated, and his words became a little more joyful. "I have a new batch of French red wine in my restaurant. Would you like to try it?"
Hans's invitation was a signal to meet. Tang Cheng on the phone did not refuse, "Hans, red wine alone is not enough. I also want to eat beef. Red wine with beef is my favorite!" Tang Cheng did not refuse. He didn't hear anything strange in Hans' voice, so he let his guard down. Because of the incident at the Xinya Hotel, while the U.S. High School conducted a vigorous search, they also secretly placed a reward. Anyone who provided valid clues to the U.S. High School had a chance to receive the reward.
Shanghai Beach is full of people who dream of getting rich, and many of them are scum who forget their country, nation, and ancestors for money. Tang Cheng is not worried that Hans will betray him, but he still needs to be vigilant. An hour later, Tang Cheng, who was slightly unwell, appeared in Hans' office. Tang Cheng, who was impatient when Hans questioned him, had to take off his shirt and let Hans check the wound on his left arm. "Tang, you don't take care of yourself so much. Although the wound doesn't look serious, necessary treatment is still needed."
When he learned that Tang Cheng was injured, the black-hearted businessman Hans immediately transformed into the nagging Mr. Dong Heng. Not only did he carefully check Tang Cheng's wound, and after confirming that Tang Cheng's wound was fine, he also helped Tang Cheng re-bandage the wound. That’s when I gave up. After receiving the news a few days ago, Hans had already guessed that Tang Cheng was responsible for what happened at Xinya Hotel. He had been worried these days and had no energy to pay attention to things in Hongkou District. When he saw Tang Cheng, he couldn't wait to ask Xin Ya. Things about Asia Hotel.
"The Special High School has set up a special training class, which is to gather together the traitors who surrendered to them before and receive relevant training as intelligence agents. The person who trained these traitors is none other than Hayata Zenjiro's brother. I thought that killing one of them would be a killing. It's better to just kill them all! This is not the first time I've been to the Xinya Hotel. The people in the extra-high class abandoned their martial arts skills and took the initiative to seal the stairs, which just made it easier for me to move." Tang Cheng said at this moment. It was easy, but Hans knew that there were many dangers here, and the wounds on Tang Cheng's body were the best proof.
"Anyway, you are really courageous!" Hans gave a thumbs up to Tangcheng. "The Japanese are going crazy now. The blockade in Hongkou District has not been lifted yet, and the special higher education courses have been transferred. There are few plainclothes people operating in the concession. Those in the Ministry of Industry and Commerce Bureau did not dare to offend the Japanese, and also ordered the concession patrol room to help the Japanese collect clues." Hans knew that Tang Cheng came to him, and he must have come for information, so he collected himself. All the information was told to Tangcheng.
"You made too much noise in the New Asia Hotel. The Japanese may be really angry this time. The concession has not been peaceful these days. I heard that the Japanese arrested several people in the French Concession yesterday. It is said that they are all from the Juntong Shanghai Station." When Hans mentioned the Juntong Shanghai Station, he noticed Tang Cheng's reaction out of the corner of his eye. He originally thought that Tang Cheng would be unable to sit still after hearing the news, but he found that Tang Cheng was completely indifferent and did not change his tone just because someone at the Juntong Shanghai Station was arrested.
Hans's little move did not escape Tang Cheng's eyes. "I told you a long time ago, I am not a member of the military commander. I only help them do things because they gave me money." Hans's peek made Tang Cheng He curled his lips pretending to be dissatisfied. "My father was the operations captain of the military commander back then, and there was already a martyr in the family, so my mother would never allow me to join the military commander or join the army as a soldier. I helped the military commander because I had to repay the favor of several elders. Military Commander Shanghai The station thing has nothing to do with me.”
Tang Cheng's cold face at this moment made Hans smack his lips secretly but was speechless. The relationship between Tang Cheng and the military commander had always been what Hans wanted to know. Now that he heard Tang Cheng say that he had nothing to do with the military commander, Hans wanted to believe Tang Cheng's answer, but in his heart he felt that Tang Cheng was lying to him. "Get me some more bullets. I may stay in Shanghai in the near future. The Japanese are so crazy. I plan to wake them up!" Seeing that Hans seemed to have the momentum to continue questioning, Tang Cheng had to forcefully change the topic and asked Hans Si told him why he came today.
In the New Asia Hotel a few days ago, Tang Cheng had already conducted field verification on the MP40 submachine gun that Hans brought. The powerful firepower output of the MP40 was the largest that Tang Cheng had ever unleashed on the top floor of the New Asia Hotel. rely. The bullets Tang Cheng took from Hans last time were not actually used up, but Tang Cheng is a master who likes to stockpile more good things when he has them, so the first thing he did after escaping danger was to come to Hans. Si asked for ammunition.
"Oh God! You took hundreds of bullets from me a few days ago! Did you use them all?" Hans could hardly believe his ears. He was not stingy with some bullets, but he didn't know what he should do. What’s the best way to answer. Faced with Hans's speechless gaze, Tang Cheng just shrugged, and then settled a small score with Hans with his fingers. After a while, Hans was fooled into fainting.
"You understand now! The top floor of Xinya Hotel is a training base for the Super High School. There are at least fifty or sixty people there, and there are also military police who came upstairs behind them. If I want to get out of that situation, I just have to Being able to rely on firepower to create conditions for leaving, I have only taken more than 200 rounds of ammunition from you. As for the rate of fire of a submachine gun, it is already very good if I can persist. I don't have to worry about saving bullets. ." It seemed that Tang Cheng had a very strong reason, and Hans was speechless for a moment.
Berlin had already begun mass production of the MP40 submachine gun that was handed over to Tang Cheng. Hans had already personally experienced the power of this new infantry weapon, so Hans did not understand the reason Tang Cheng found. It feels strange. "Okay, how many bullets do you want this time?" What happened at the Xinya Hotel gave Hans a new understanding of Tangcheng. For such a capable friend, Hans would certainly not refuse to help. .
"200 rounds of bullets, and some grenades, I suddenly discovered that your German handguns seem to be very easy to use!" Tang Cheng had a smile on his face, and his tone sounded like he was praising the sharpness of German arms. But to Hans' ears, it already had a different meaning. Shanghai's black market is a mixed bag, and most of the people selling arms are foreigners, especially Germany, Britain and France, which have the most arms, but German-style wooden handle grenades are not easy to get.
Hans blinked his eyes hard several times after hearing this. Seeing that Tang Cheng didn't seem to be joking anymore, he had no choice but to nod. "Okay, no problem, but I don't have too many grenades here. I'll give you a hundred more bullets, but I can only give you five grenades." Tang Cheng knew that Hans was not talking about it. It was true, but he didn't have much thought. He was able to bargain with Hans here and get hundreds of rounds of bullets and five grenades from Hans for free, which was already considered a profit.
According to Tang Cheng's plan, after dealing with the traitor, he should return to Chongqing immediately, but a situation mentioned by Hans inadvertently caused Tang Cheng to temporarily change his previous plan. "Hans, are you sure there are a lot of medicines in that warehouse?" The situation Hans mentioned inadvertently made Tang Cheng suddenly interested, because such opportunities are not common even in chaotic Shanghai.
Tang Cheng's reaction made Hans secretly happy. From Tang Cheng's reaction, it could be seen that Tang Cheng was attracted to that warehouse. "Don, you have to know that I am not only a restaurant owner, but also a black market intelligence dealer." Hans smiled slightly, with a complacent look on his face. "This news was told by an acquaintance of mine on an accidental occasion, because the medicines in that warehouse were originally transported to Shanghai by my friend's ship from Japan, and they were all trauma medicines that were in short supply on the market. "
After hearing this, Tang Cheng did not immediately express his position. Instead, he reached out and rubbed his chin and began to make secret calculations in his heart. When Hans saw this, he didn't rush him. Instead, he lit a cigar and waited quietly. The office became quiet for a while. When Tang Cheng heard the news, he immediately thought of Xu Huanshan. He still remembered that the purpose of Xu Huanshan's appearance in Chongqing was for a batch of medicines that entered the country from Yunnan but were seized by the search team.
The batch of medicines seized by the search team had already been recorded by the Chongqing Station. Even if Tang Cheng wanted to help, he was powerless because he could not return the batch of medicines to Xu Huanshan at the risk of harming his family. Right now, Shanghai happens to have such a batch of medicines. Moreover, based on Hans's description, Tangcheng concluded that the quantity of this batch of medicines in Shanghai must be larger than the batch of medicines detained in Chongqing. "Hans, what do you think is the possibility of taking over that warehouse?" After a while, Tang Cheng asked Hans.
Seeing Tang Cheng deep in thought, Hans naturally knew that Tang Cheng was interested in this batch of medicines. When he heard Tang Cheng say it himself, Hans was overjoyed. "To say that it is not very difficult to take down that warehouse, the difficulty is how to transport the things in the warehouse smoothly after taking control of the warehouse. That warehouse belongs to the British, and it is not usually well guarded. At night It’s full of loopholes. If I hadn’t been short of manpower recently, I might have built that warehouse long ago.”
Tang Cheng could hear what Hans meant in the second half of his words, and immediately grinned and said, "Hans, we are friends, and we both benefit from cooperation. You should understand. It's still the old rule, you are responsible for the investigation and investigation of the specific situation. I will be responsible for the specific actions of collection. You don’t have to worry about transportation. We will draw four or six afterwards, and I will take six and you will take four."
