Bilski, who had had personal contact with Coulson, was looking at a photo carefully at the moment. This photo was sent by Coulson. The content of the photo was a piece of blackened steel plate, and the photo was not very detailed. clear. It had been more than half an hour since Bilski got the photo, but he didn't see anything from the photo. In desperation, he had no choice but to call Coulson according to the phone number passed on by the visitor.
"Mr. Coulson, I have already obtained the photo, but with all due respect, I didn't see anything from this blurry photo! If this is the top secret information you told me last time, I think we The transaction between us may not be able to proceed." This is the first time Bilski has dealt with Coulson, but Coulson has always been nicknamed a vampire in the intelligence black market, so Bilski chose to take the initiative to call Have to be more cautious.
Coulson on the other end of the phone just chuckled when he heard this, "Mr. Bilski, in the black market of intelligence, all the intelligence sold through my hands has been proven to be correct afterwards. Although my asking price is high, but The information I provided is worth the price. Mr. Bilski couldn't see the key content of that photo. I guess Mr. Bilski must not understand materials science. The steel plates used to make tank outer armor are not Ordinary steel!”
Although Coulson did not answer directly on the phone, Bilski could sense something from the other person's last words. Soviet tanks have always been known for their rough skin and thick flesh. Even if ordinary-caliber artillery aimed directly at a Soviet tank, it would not be able to penetrate the armor of a Soviet tank. What Coulson meant was that the blackened steel plate in the photo was the tank armor. In this case, the information Coulson had should be related to the tank armor.
Coulson's words instantly awakened Bilski, and he immediately recalled the situation when he and Coulson met privately a few days ago. Coulson said at that time that the Germans were developing a new type of weapon specifically designed to deal with tank armor. arms. Thinking of this, Bilski couldn't help but take a breath of air. When he lowered his head and looked at the photo on the table, an idea had already arisen in Bilski's mind.
"Mr. Coulson, are you saying that the steel plate in the photo is the result of the Germans experimenting with that new type of weapon?" Bilski clamped the phone between his neck and shoulder, and quickly pulled it with both hands. Open the desk drawer and dig out an old-fashioned magnifying glass from the pile of miscellaneous items in the drawer. With the help of a magnifying glass, Bilski looked at the photo in front of him almost inch by inch. Finally, he saw something strange in this blurry photo.
Coulson on the other end of the phone remained silent. He seemed to have guessed what Bilski was doing. He was only waiting for Bilski to let out a sigh of relief before Coulson on the other end of the phone finally spoke. road. "Mr. Bilski, you must have discovered something from that photo, right? I have a lot of photos like this here, and the photo I sent you is the blurst one. Now, can we Have you discussed the price?"
In the intelligence black market, Coulson is worthy of being a senior intelligence broker with the nickname of vampire. He only used a blurry photo to successfully attract Bilski's interest. Hans and Tang Cheng didn't know about the phone contact between Bilski and Coulson, but the people Hans sent to monitor found that Coulson sent people to find Bilski. "This Coulson's external identity is an intelligence broker. At this time, sending someone to find Bilski should be for that matter."
Compared with Hans, Tangcheng, who had nothing to do with him, seemed much calmer. Whether the British deliberately informed the Soviets of anti-tank weapons or not, it actually had nothing to do with China and Tangcheng. If it weren't for his personal relationship with Hans, Tang Cheng, who had completed the system mission, wouldn't even want to stay in Shanghai. "Then take action! No matter what the British have in mind, kill Bilski first and cut off this line. By the way, it can also serve as a warning to the British."
Having lived in China for many years, Hans naturally knew the reason why Dang Duan was constantly resisting and being disturbed. Unlike Tang Cheng, he could stay out of the matter, so he could only choose the most direct and dangerous way to solve this problem. "Okay! This is my last favor before I leave Shanghai!" Tang Cheng agreed without hesitation or hesitation, and according to the Hans family's itinerary, they should take the sea route in two days. Arrive in Shanghai.
Hans's men had been keeping an eye on the Soviet man named Bielski, so Tang Cheng already knew where the target was at this moment without any effort. Unlike Coulson, Bilski lived in Shanghai as a bakery owner in the French Concession, and Bilski was also a good baker. After lunch, Tang Cheng appeared in the street where the bakery was located. The three men under Hans who were originally monitoring Bilski had received orders from Hans to leave the street.
Tang Cheng was always cautious in his operations, so before the operation started, he walked around this street first. After confirming that there were no Japanese and puppet spies in this street, Tang Cheng, who changed his clothes, turned around and returned to this street. . Bilski's bakery's business was pretty good, but it was after lunch, and through the bakery's street window, Tangcheng didn't see any customers in the bakery.
Tang Cheng didn't stop, he just turned around and walked to the bakery, reaching out and pushing open the door. The bakery was not very large. After Tang Cheng came in, he saw that there were only two plump Belarusian women arranging the bread and pastries on the counter. As for Bilski, Tang Cheng did not see it. Customers came into the store, and the two Belarusian women who were cleaning up the counter immediately stopped what they were doing, and one of them straightened up, preparing to greet Tang Cheng, who was looking at the well-dressed man.
Tang Cheng, who was already close to the counter, suddenly used his right hand to hit the necks of the two White Russian women twice in succession, causing the two White Russian women to faint one after another. The target of Tangcheng's trip was just Bilski, and he didn't want to hurt innocent people. He had no time to care whether the two Belarusian women were also members of the Soviet intelligence department. He just wanted to come silently, and then leave silently. here.
After knocking the two Belarusian women unconscious, Tang Cheng returned to the door of the bakery. Not only did he lock the door, but he also hung a temporary suspension sign outside the bakery before locking it. Tang Cheng believed that people outside the bakery could not see the two White Russian women unconscious on the floor, so after locking the door, he ignored the two White Russian women lying on the floor and just raised his legs from both sides. He stepped over the person and went directly to the room behind the bakery.
According to the information provided by Hans, Bilski's bakery is divided into two parts, front and back. Like Hans, Bilski also has an office at the back of the bakery, where he usually stays. in an office. The sound of the two White Russian women falling to the ground was not loud, so Bilski, who had closed the door and stayed in the office, could not have heard it. This is why Tang Cheng could still look so expressionless after knocking the two White Russian women unconscious. The reliance of the store.
Tang Cheng walked in the long and narrow passage in the bakery and soon saw the office. Just as Tang Cheng expected, the door of the office was closed. Tang Cheng then took out a German pistol equipped with a silencer from his equipment bag, and then pressed it gently against the door. As a result, he heard a person's voice coming from the office next to the door. Tang Cheng thought there were other people in the office at this moment, but he actually didn't know that Bilski in the office was on the phone.
Breaking into the White Russian Bakery in the concession in broad daylight and killing people, unexpected accidents would happen every moment, so Tang Cheng, who already had a gun in his hand, did not have the patience to continue waiting outside the door. The door of the office was not locked. Tang Cheng, who was outside the door, gently turned it with his left hand, and the door of the office was opened by him. Bilski, who was on the phone, didn't react immediately. When he woke up, the German pistol in Tang Cheng's hand was already pointed at his head.
Following Tang Cheng's instructions, Bilski hung up the phone without much panic on his face. His eyes only paused for a moment on the German pistol in Tang Cheng's hand, and a hint of sarcasm appeared on Bilski's face. The expression comes. "I didn't know that the damn Germans actually started hiring Asians to do things!" Bielski's words made Tang Cheng stunned for a moment, but he immediately realized that he dared to love the other party because of his German pistol. A misunderstanding occurred.
"I think you must have misunderstood!" Tang Cheng naturally had no obligation to explain anything to Bielski, but he still spoke to Bielski. "I am not hired by the Germans. I am here to find you just to do a favor for my friend! If you are willing to cooperate with me to answer a few questions, I will leave here immediately and will never do anything else."
Tang Cheng's words made Bilski, who was naturally suspicious, half-awakened and half-suspicious, but in the situation before him, Tang Cheng had the advantage and the initiative. If Bilski wanted to survive, he could only nod and agree. What Tangcheng wanted to ask was naturally the content of the transaction between Coulson and Bilski. It was learned that Coulson only sent someone to send a photo, and Bilski had not yet had time to report the specific contents to Moscow. At that time, Tang Cheng felt relieved.
"Very good! I think my friend should be relieved!" After seeing the photo that Bilski took out with his own eyes, Tang Cheng's right index finger on the trigger of the pistol moved slightly and fired the bullet from the barrel. A bullet hole ripped through Bilski's forehead. By killing Bilski and getting back the photo sent by Coulson, according to Hans' request, Tang City has completely cut off this line. As for the rest, Tang City has no interest in continuing to participate. .
