After sending Hou Xiaotian and the others away in an uneasy mood, Tang Cheng changed into casual clothes and went to the French Concession. He knew a member of the Youth Gang who was hanging around here. Robert's pistol only had seven bullets. Tang Cheng had never fired a gun before, and he had no
Having experienced murder, in line with the principle that the more the better, Tang Cheng planned to get some bullets from the person he knew from the Youth Gang.
"What do you want bullets for?" Mao Wu, who had a beard but was bald, poured the rice wine from the cup into his mouth, then squinted at Tang Cheng, who was sitting opposite him. He had known Tang Cheng for more than two years.
, although it is not a life-long friendship, Mao Wu has never harmed Tangcheng. Guns and bullets are not rare things in Shanghai, but not everyone can get them. Mao Wu is a member of the Qing Gang, so he can get guns for him.
Tangcheng may be more troublesome, but it can still be done if we find some bullets for Tangcheng.
"Fifth brother, don't ask so many questions. Just help me get some bullets. Brother, I don't want your help in vain. This money is the wine money I gave you, brother." Tang Cheng took out a wad of banknotes from his pocket.
Pushing it to Mao Wu, he poured another glass of wine for Mao Wu. Mao Wu is a man who loves money. Seeing that there were a lot of banknotes pushed by Tangcheng, he took it with a smile and put it in his pocket, and then patted it.
Holding one's chest gave Tang Cheng a guarantee.
"Brother, there are many kinds of bullets. They need to be distinguished by caliber. What caliber of bullet do you want? Don't wait until I get it. It will be bad if I don't use it." Faced with Mao Wu's doubts, Tang Cheng started from
The lower back pulled out the pistol left by Robert and handed it to Mao Wu. "Hey, this is Qixingzi's bull's-eye beater. This is a good thing. Among all the beaters, this thing is the most powerful," Mao said.
Wu carefully looked at the pistol handed over by Tang Cheng. Mao Wu was an ordinary gang member with little status in the Qing Gang. Although he was only qualified to wear daggers and daggers, it did not prevent him from serving for those gang members who had guns.
Clean the gun or something.
The pistol that Mao Wu calls the Seven-Star Bull-Eye Pistol is actually the American Colt m1911a1 pistol. This gun fires 0.45-inch (11.43 mm) Colt pistol bullets and uses a 7-round magazine.
The gun has a simple structure, few parts, easy disassembly and assembly, good safety performance, and low failure rate. However, the biggest disadvantage of the gun is its large weight and large recoil when shooting, which affects the shooting accuracy of the gun owner. Robert was a young man
With a cowboy personality, he likes large-caliber weapons. The Colt 1911 series pistols are the next most powerful close combat weapons after the Colt revolvers. Robert's pistol was obtained for him by Mike.
"Okay, I got it. Leave a bullet for me. I'll look for it. I'll go find you tomorrow and give you a reply." Suppressing the jealousy that flashed in his eyes, Mao Wu returned the pistol to Tang Cheng. Guns like this
It's not like other things. There is an American priest in Tangcheng who is the backstage. Naturally, I am not afraid of it. But I am a gangster at the bottom of the Youth Gang. Keeping such a thing around will only cause trouble for myself. It is better to be in the bullet.
It is more reliable to earn money from Tangcheng.
After having a simple meal with Mao Wu, Tang Cheng said goodbye and left. It was still early, and Tang Cheng wanted to go back to the backyard of the church to keep a vigil for Robert. "Tang, someone came to see you, and he left when you weren't there.
No words were left." Perhaps it was out of respect for Robert, or because he looked at Tang Cheng's pity, that the new priest was quite polite to Tang Cheng, and even allowed Tang Cheng to stay before Robert's first seven years were completed.
Church backyard.
The depressing atmosphere in the church made Tang Cheng almost breathless. He didn't even bother to ask whether the visitor was a man or a woman. He nodded and thanked the new priest. In silence, Tang Cheng went straight to the backyard of the church. There was only one person in the mourning hall.
The handyman hired by Robert before was silently burning the paper money. Looking at Robert in the photo in the middle of the mourning hall, Tang Cheng couldn't help but cry. Nineteen years later, Tang Cheng had already regarded this yellow-haired, blue-eyed Robert as his own.
Relative, although Tang Cheng has never used the honorific title for Robert, in Tang Cheng's heart, Robert is his father, the father who can protect him from wind and rain.
Robert died, and the world of Tangcheng completely collapsed. From then on, there was no one who cared about Tangcheng in this world. Hou Xiaotian and the others were just friends. Friends could not always live together and laugh and play. Without Robert, there would be nothing.
There will no longer be teachers who teach Tang Cheng how to behave, and no one will get up in the middle of the night to tuck Tang Cheng into bed, and no one will go to solve the trouble and take Tang Cheng home after Tang Cheng gets into trouble. Tang Cheng, who was in tears, was dumbfounded.
Looking at Robert's photo, he really didn't know what he would do in the future. Do he really want to go to the United States with Mike and live out his life in a strange place?
Tang Cheng's home is wherever Robert is. Now that Robert is gone, Tang Cheng doesn't know what he can do in the United States. For the first time, Tang Cheng feels confused about his future life. "Tang Cheng, have you eaten? I brought you
I bought some food and came to see you." A clear voice appeared in the mourning hall. Tang Cheng looked up a little dullly. It was Xiao Yalan whom he had always admired. However, Xiao Yalan did not come alone. There were others standing beside her.
A middle-aged man.
"Classmate Tang, the deceased has passed away. Those of us who are alive will continue to live. I think Father Robert hopes that you can live well in heaven." The middle-aged man who followed Xiao Yalan and Feng Xiaoyu persuaded in a low voice.
In Tangcheng, the latter did not speak. When the middle-aged man bowed to Robert's photo, he kowtowed to the middle-aged man in return according to the rules of family members thanking him.
"Tangcheng, this is Mr. Wang Lantian, who teaches history in our school. After Mr. Wang heard about you, he wanted to come with me to see if there is anything you need help with. Although Father Robert went to heaven, you are still
With friends like us and people who care about you, you must get back on your feet." Xiao Yalan's warm persuasion made the tears that Tang Cheng had been holding back flow out again, but the food Xiao Yalan brought was also eaten by Tang Cheng.
He took it over.
"Classmate Tang, what are your plans for the future? Father Robert is no longer here, will the missionary school still admit you? You young people are the future of the country, and you can't do it without knowledge." Wang Lantian seemed to want to continue saying something,
However, the arrival of the new priest in the church interrupted his possibility of continuing the topic.
"Tang, a gentleman named Mao Wu came outside. He wants to hand this box to you, but he has already left and asked you not to look for him recently." The young priest handed the box in his hand to Tang Cheng.
The heavy feeling made Tang Cheng secretly happy. It seemed that Mao Wu must have found the bullet he needed, and it should be in this box.
"Tangcheng, we have an organization called the Iron-Blooded Youth League. We are in need of young people like you and me to join us and contribute to the country's drive away foreign enemies." After the priest left, Xiao Yalan directly explained his purpose, "Wang
The teacher is here to examine you today. As long as you are willing, you can join the big family of the Jagged Youth League at any time. We will all be your friends, relatives and comrades-in-arms."
"Are you killing the Japanese?" Tang Cheng, who was stroking the box, asked without raising his head. Killing the Japanese to avenge Robert was Tang Cheng's only thought now. Besides, he had already obtained the bullets he needed, but it was good to have helpers.
Good thing. Tangcheng doesn't care what kind of organization Xiao Yalan said the Iron-Blooded Youth League is. As long as it can kill Japanese, Tangcheng will not refuse.
"We are all still students. It is not our turn to go into battle to kill the enemy. Our task now is to raise funds for the Anti-Japanese War and use speeches to arouse more people who have been deceived by the Japanese to rise up and resist the Japanese aggression." After hearing Xiao Yalan's answer, Tang
Cheng frowned slightly, how could he avenge Robert if he couldn't kill the Japanese? What role could just raising donations and giving speeches on the street play? Instead of joining this iron-blooded youth group and following Xiao Yalan in distributing leaflets or raising donations on the street, it would be better
It was a pleasure to assassinate those Japanese alone.
"I want to think about it carefully. Just wait for my reply." After making up his mind, Tang Cheng sent Xiao Yalan and Teacher Wang away politely. He wanted to keep Xiao Yalan for a while longer, but he was more anxious to open the five-cent gift box.
The box came to check the bullets. Tang Cheng believed that Xiao Yalan would not betray him, but he could not trust the teacher Xiao Yalan brought with him. Robert also said not to trust others easily, and this person naturally included Xiao Yalan.
"Sir, I'm sorry, Tang Cheng's temperament is not like this. Maybe it's because Tang Cheng was overly sad after the death of Father Robert. I want to give him some more time to calm down, and he will definitely join us. I firmly believe that.
" Xiao Yalan and Wang Lantian walked out of the church and got into a black Ford car. Wang Lantian, who had just faced Tang Cheng in the gentle breeze and drizzle, now had a cold face. Obviously he was not very satisfied with this boy named Tang Cheng. If it wasn't his own
His capable subordinate Xiao Yalan tried his best to persuade him, but he would not rush here eagerly.
Tang Cheng, who turned around and returned to the backyard of the church, naturally didn't know this and locked the door of his room. Tang Cheng impatiently opened the box sent by Mao Wu. There were 30 bullets lined up in a wooden box the size of a cigar box.
, Tang Cheng even compared each of them with the bullets in his pistol's magazine, and found that they were indeed bullets of the same caliber. As a result, Tang Cheng had 36 bullets on hand, and used them to kill 36 people.
The Japanese can be considered as able to avenge Robert.
Tang Cheng, who had the experience of cleaning Robert's gun, easily dismantled the m1911a1 pistol into parts and wiped the pistol parts with a dry cloth. Tang Cheng couldn't stop crying when he recalled the scene when Professor Robert disassembled the pistol by himself.
It flowed down again. But for this night when many people were busy, Tang Cheng slept deeply with a pistol under his pillow, because in his dream, Tang Cheng was shooting Japanese people with the pistol left by Robert.