The translator was captured by the special forces and is now being tortured, asking for the exact location of the gold.
Xu San probably couldn't ask any questions, because the translator was a Chinese and was hired on a temporary basis.
With such a large amount of gold as ten tons, he estimated that even a temporarily hired translator would not be able to get the clues.
The information on these ungrateful Britons is not sufficient, and many of them require temporary investigation.
But after a simple search, Xu San and the others only discovered that there were thirteen people in total, four of whom were Chinese, and in addition they had four cars.
Apart from these, Xu San and the others found no trace of gold.
The density of gold is 19.32g/cubic centimeter, so one ton of gold is about 0.05 cubic meters.
Ten tons is 0.5 cubic meters.
It doesn't look very big, but its fatal weight makes it impossible to transport easily.
Xu San probably was in the car, but after the shelling, he found that none of the four cars seemed to be there.
Although the special forces' reconnaissance skills are good, they cannot be as elusive as ninjas.
At this time, Xu San thought, it would be great if Fan Ji followed, and she could sneak into the house secretly and take a look.
Unfortunately, Yamamoto gave a death order and no one else could know about the gold.
In fact, with the strength of Xu San and the other six, they could kill all these dozen people directly, and then search for the whereabouts of the gold.
but,
This path doesn't work either.
Xu San was afraid that if he didn't hide in this courtyard and killed everyone, wouldn't all the clues be lost?
Killing a few, leaving a few behind, and then torture them to extract confessions doesn't seem to work. I'm still afraid that the gold is not hidden in the hands of these people. When the time comes, one of these Yingge Lishi will build the plank road openly and secretly attack Chen Cang. Then Xu San will be a bamboo basket shooter. All water is gone.
So after some thinking, Xu San finally decided to pretend to be a monk to approach these British people.
The monk's uniform was prepared to prevent this kind of situation. In addition, through his contact with Thomas in the past six months, he also knew a lot about Manchester during this period, so he would not reveal his secret easily during the performance.
When Westerners see monks, they are like Chinese people seeing monks. They cannot be called close to each other, but they will feel a sense of security and subjectively feel that they will not harm others.
It would have been better if she was a nun, but it's a pity that Xu San is not a big shot in cross-dressing.
With the help of a translator, communication between Zhang Lianfa and Balding became much smoother.
Zhang Lianfa explained the situation outside the city, and his bald head also meant that he had lost his translator.
When Zhang Lianfa proposed to send troops for protection, Baldhead refused, saying that he did not believe in the Chinese troops.
Zhang Lianfa didn't care, he was just a squad leader, and he wouldn't mingle with foreigners if he could.
After a lot of troubles, the city gate is now deserted, with only bald cars left.
"Mr. Monk, thank you for your help. I don't know your name yet!?" After being busy for a long time, Baldhead finally remembered to ask Xu San's name.
"My name is Thomas Wade, what's yours?" Xu San said the name he had prepared in advance.
"My name is Tom, Tom, Trapp."
Tom saw Xu San's facial expression was a little strange and asked quickly, "Mr. Monk, is there anything wrong with my name?"
"No, I think of my hometown."
"I just heard you say that your hometown is Manchester, but I think you look like an Oriental." Tom asked, looking at Xu San's face.
"My great-grandfather was from China, and his missionary mission in China was also his last request." Xu San had a look of nostalgia on his face.
Xu San's acting skills are superb, comparable to the group performances of 500 Days.
Under the moonlight, a crystal teardrop hung in the corner of his eye, which made bald Tom think of his deceased relatives.
He took out his handkerchief and wiped the corners of his eyes, "I'm sorry for bringing up your sadness."
Xu San quickly switched to magic stick mode, "He has returned to Zhu's arms." He kissed the crude cross hanging around his neck.
Sporadic artillery fire rang out again, accompanied by sporadic gunshots.
Tom turned to look north and seemed to see fire flickering in the distance.
He raised his eyebrows slightly. This time he brought his translator and driver out to inquire about the news and wanted to see what happened. As for leaving the city, it was just a casual talk. He was not that stupid. He brought ten tons with him. Gold hit the enemy's gun. Compared with the Chinese, he still felt that the enemy was more terrifying and more cunning.
Ten tons of gold, which Dong Asan Company has plundered in China for many years, most of which came from AP.
Although this thing has been banned,
However, with hundreds of times the profit, is it prohibitive?
Take Lao Yan, the local emperor in western Shanxi, for example. He sold his products under the slogan of banning smoking. Isn't this an unclear historical case?
Lao Yan began to advocate a ban on smoking and was also a pioneer in this regard.
But when things developed, they were no longer under his control. There were 300,000 smokers in western Shanxi, that’s how many families, and he couldn’t bear the withdrawal reaction after the smoking ban, so he started selling "smoking cessation medicine cakes" to the government. Replace AP.
"Smoking cessation medicine cake" is actually still the same thing, but the formula has been changed to make it less addictive.
The research and development and manufacturing of this kind of thing have always been influenced by Dong Asan Company.
In other words, these ten tons of gold are stained with the blood and tears of the Chinese people.
So, you must stay!
As the saying goes, a fellow villager bursts into tears when he sees a fellow villager. Even foreigners cannot escape this rule.
In addition, Xu San is now a missionary, which makes Tom feel closer to him.
"Brother Thomas, where are you resting now?" Tom asked.
"There is no church here. I rest in the homes of believers. They are all devout believers. They gave me the best food, but I only eat rough food." Xu San said with gratitude on his face.
Tom has been in China for many years, so he naturally knows what the people's living standards are like. The so-called best food is probably something he cannot swallow.
"Brother Thomas, how about coming to my quarters?"
Thomas proposed an invitation. He needed a translator, a safe translator, and Xu San was the best choice.
"This" Xu San did not agree immediately, but acted hesitant.
"I have lost my translator now, and I think I need your help even more." Tom expressed his difficulties with a pitiful look.
Xu San did not agree immediately, but made a few lame excuses to shirk it, and vaguely mentioned that the life of a missionary was hard, he did not have enough to eat and sleep well, and there was the danger of being caught as a young man.
Thomas is not stupid if he can be responsible for the transportation of ten tons of gold, so he immediately drew a cake for Xu San and said that he would donate money to build a church.
Having said this, Xu San immediately agreed, "Okay, thank you for the invitation, but I have to go back and get my things back."
"Great! Thank you for your help!" Tom said, opening the car door and making a gesture of invitation.
The car started and left the city gate.
Sitting in the car, Xu San suddenly felt that this car was so fast, both in terms of starting speed and speed. (End of chapter)
