After escaping the pursuit, Tang Cheng chose to return to the scene. He was not willing to be set up. He just wanted to kill his opponent with a single shot. Tang Cheng did not expect that Masao Ono would appear here in advance. He originally wanted to shoot him.
The target was only Dong Cheng, but he accidentally discovered that Masao Ono was among the men in black. Masao Ono's appearance made Tang Cheng jump for joy on the roof, so the target he was going to shoot was from
Dong Cheng was replaced by Masao Ono.
Out of caution, Tang Cheng did not shoot and kill Masao Ono as soon as he discovered him. Instead, like an old hunter for many years, he patiently waited for Masao Ono to appear again after entering the clinic. Facts have proved that Tang Cheng
The wait was not in vain. As many corpses were moved out of the clinic by the men in black from the Zodiac Society, Masao Ono, who had been in the clinic for a long time, finally appeared at the door of the clinic.
So just when Dong Cheng came to Masao Ono to talk, Tang Cheng on the rooftop in the distance finally pulled the trigger. With a shooting range of 200 meters, for Tang Cheng who used the sniper rifle and also opened the triple eyepiece skill,
It was not difficult at all. The first bullet hit Masao Ono's head, and the stickiness on Dong Cheng's face and hands came from Masao Ono's exploded head. The man in black who was hit by the second bullet was exactly the same.
He was one of Masao Ono's subordinates. If he hadn't subconsciously used Japanese when shouting, maybe Tang Cheng could let him go.
Both shots were hit. Tang Cheng immediately put the sniper rifle into his equipment bag, leaned over to pick up the two bullet casings at his feet, and immediately slid down the rope to the back of the small building, then disappeared into the night. The Zodiac Meeting
After all, it is not a military organization, so when Dong Cheng and others waiting at the door of the clinic calmed down their panic and followed the direction of the bullets to the roof, Tangcheng, who had stopped here, had already disappeared.
Lost traces.
After assigning the task of assassinating Masao Ono to Tangcheng, Boss Yu of the tea house has been paying attention to the news about Masao Ono. Suddenly, he learned that Masao Ono was shot and killed in front of a clinic in the concession last night while he was having breakfast.
Boss Yu almost choked to death on the fried dough sticks in his mouth. "Who are the people sent by the headquarters? How come Ono Masao has been killed without even the slightest news being revealed!"
After beating his chest for a while, he finally spit out the fried dough sticks stuck in his throat. Boss Yu began to think about Tangcheng. Boss Yu's first impression of Tangcheng was not very good, because Tangcheng not only looked young, but also
Looking at Tang Cheng's clothes, he looked more like a careless young man from a wealthy family. When he handed over the task to Tang Cheng, perhaps Boss Yu thought that Tang Cheng would be gone forever like the few killers who came to Shanghai before, but he didn't.
I never expected that Masao Ono would be killed so suddenly, and he was still in the concession.
Boss Yu couldn't understand things, and so did many people in the concession, and Hans was one of them. As a German intelligence agent disguised as an American businessman, Hans had lived in Shanghai for many years and had his own understanding of the concession.
A set of methods. Through his intelligence network, Hans knew the news that Ono Masao was sniped and killed in the concession earlier than others, but he did not think of Tangcheng at the first time.
But as Hans kept thinking, he still thought of Tangcheng. According to his understanding of Tangcheng, Ono Masao's incident was probably related to Tangcheng, because Edmund said that Tangcheng had been out last night. "Tangcheng."
, my friend, does Ono Masao’s matter have anything to do with you?” On the phone, Hans went straight to the point and asked Tang Cheng about Ono Masao’s matter, but Tang Cheng on the other end of the phone chose to deny it.
"Hans, why do you think so? Also, who is Masao Ono? I don't think I know the person you are talking about!" Tang Cheng denied it firmly on the phone. There was no one else involved in his actions last night.
He knew that even if he went out last night, the smell of alcohol he deliberately made when he came back was the best cover. "Hans, I am a Chinese and it is impossible to know any Japanese. You should understand this!"
Tang Cheng's answer sounded far-fetched, but Hans couldn't say anything more. After all, he had no conclusive evidence showing that Tang Cheng was related to Ono Masao's incident. After hanging up the phone, he had already eaten breakfast.
Tang Cheng stayed alone in the study, wiping the pistol and rifle used last night, while thinking about whether there were any omissions or mistakes in last night's actions. What a pity those medicines! Tang Cheng suddenly remembered the second floor of the clinic.
Those things piled inside, especially medicines.
In today's black market, the price of medicines has long risen to an eye-popping price, especially medicines that can treat trauma. Tang Cheng thought about it secretly for a while, and finally left his residence after lunch and headed towards the place in his memory.
The address slowly walked past. At this time last year, Tang Cheng had discovered more than one underground party stronghold in the concession. The purpose of his stroll today was to confirm that those underground party strongholds were still operating normally.
The first place Tang Cheng went to was a barber shop in the French Concession. Using the barber shop in the downtown area as a contact point, Tang Cheng really couldn’t figure out what Shanghai’s underground party thought. The two-color rotating light at the entrance of the barber shop
It was very interesting. Tang Cheng stared at the light from a distance for a long time before he walked into this fairly neat barber shop. There were no customers in the barber shop at this time. When Tang Cheng entered, there was only an old man chatting with the barber.
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Tang Cheng did not look around or actively talk to the other party. He just acted like an ordinary customer, letting the barber fiddle with his head. When getting a haircut, the barber's fingers would always touch Tang Cheng's scalp and ears.
So Tang Cheng didn't need to test anything at all, he could identify the opponent's identity through the triggering skill. The result of the triggering made Tang Cheng quite satisfied. It seemed that the Shanghai underground party organization had not given up on this contact point.
The barber's skills were good. After cleaning the broken hair on his head, Tang Cheng immediately paid and left. Until Tang Cheng left the barber shop, he never had any communication with this underground party member who was very good at barbering, and neither did the other party.
Feeling that Tang Cheng's identity was suspicious, he left the barber shop and went to another place. Unfortunately, Tang Cheng did not find anyone from Shanghai's underground party in this optical shop. He just hadn't been to Shanghai for a year.
It seems that many things have changed. After returning to Tangcheng, he sat down at the cafe opposite the barber shop and waited for the skilled barber to leave after work.
Time passed little by little, and through the street window of the cafe, everyone entering and leaving the barber shop appeared in Tang Cheng's sight. Finally, when the barber shop closed, Tang Cheng, who had changed his clothes, fell into the distance.
Behind the barber. Unaware that he was being followed, the barber first went to the vegetable market, then to a bookstore, and finally returned home with large and small bags of things.
On the way, I found several times that the other party was conducting anti-tracking investigations. I had already used system skills to lock the opponent's Tangcheng. I couldn't help but snicker in my heart. The locking and tracking range had grown to 150 meters, which was enough to separate Tangcheng from one street.
Just bite the opponent to death. Barber master is not bad
Vigilant did not relax his vigilance just because he was in the concession, but his anti-tracking methods were too crude in Tangcheng's opinion, even inferior to those of the peripheral members of the Chongqing Investigation Team.
However, Tangcheng did not despise the other party because of this. After all, many people in the underground party have not received the necessary training. Their methods of doing things were summed up with blood and tears after repeated failures. The barber master’s
Regarding the location of the residence, Tang Cheng did not choose to monitor or stay nearby, but immediately returned to the residence. It was still early, and Tang Cheng had not yet figured out how to contact the other party, so everything had to wait until dark before taking action.
As a housekeeper, Edmund was used to Tang Cheng leaving early and returning late. When Tang Cheng came downstairs after changing his clothes, Edmund had already prepared dinner for Tang Cheng. "Edmund, the black market in the concession,
Are you familiar with it?" From the first day Tang Cheng moved here, Edmund, who firmly remembered his duties as a housekeeper, refused to sit with Tang Cheng to eat together, so Tang Cheng often had to sit alone in the restaurant.
But today, before Edmund could leave, Tang Cheng stopped him with words.
"Black market! I don't know much, but I know people who work as brokers in the black market!" Edmund answered very cautiously, but the flicker in his eyes was clearly seen by Tang Cheng. Edmund
The couple was arranged by Hans. Strictly speaking, Tang Cheng would never trust this foreign couple 100%. However, after a few days of secret observation, Tang Cheng judged that the Edmund couple and Hans might have only had an employment relationship before.
"Tomorrow, contact your broker friend. I need something, so I can only go to the black market to find out." As he spoke, Tang Cheng took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket and handed it to Edmund. "Of the money,
Half of it is for you and Mary, and the remaining half is for your activity expenses. Black market brokers are profit animals who recognize money but not people. No matter how good the relationship between you is, it is better to just give money directly. "
"Edmund, I look forward to meeting your broker friend at home as soon as possible." Tang Cheng did not tell Edmund in detail what he wanted, and Edmund didn't ask any more questions, just silently
He took the stack of banknotes and turned around to leave. Edmund didn't say anything, just because he didn't want to make mistakes if he said too much. As a result, Tang Cheng became more and more interested in this old-fashioned British butler who was actually less than forty years old.