Thomas should have been hit by a bullet in the office, Bowman drove a car slowly past Thomas Comptoir, through the rolled down glass window, Bowman clearly heard the patrol officer on the side of the road talking about the situation in the firm, and learned that Thomas was hit in the neck by a bullet that pierced the window, Bowman couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief. When the car driven by Bowman left the street, several cars from the concession patrol house had already driven at the corner of the street, and Bowman, who saw this scene in the rearview mirror, immediately felt a wave of joy in his heart.

According to Tang Cheng's previous explanation, Bowman sped up and rushed to the café called Tricolor, and after looking around, he didn't see Tang Cheng's figure, so Bowman sat quietly in a seat near the street window. Just as Bowman arrived at the café and watched the street outside through the shop window, Tang Cheng also rolled up to the roof of a four-story building with a blanket, and stood here to see the French restaurant more than 400 meters away due south.

According to information from Hans's men, every afternoon at half past four, the Frenchman named Mark would come to this French restaurant to sit down. Tang Cheng didn't know what this small seat meant, but he knew that this Frenchman named Mark was absolutely bored to come to this French restaurant at half past four every day just to sit down, and there was definitely a secret in it that he didn't know. However, Tang Cheng didn't want to know what this secret was, what he wanted most now was that this Frenchman would appear quickly.

When Tang Cheng appeared on the roof of the building, the time was close to half past four, and Tang Cheng, who had opened the triple eyepiece, knelt on one knee, set up his rifle on the edge of the roof, and began to search for the figure of the Frenchman. Hans provided Tang Cheng with a clear photograph of Mark, and according to the information sent by Hans's men, Tang Cheng knew that this Frenchman named Marc liked to appear in front of outsiders in good clothes. So at the moment, his attention was all on the well-dressed guys in the street in front of him.

It was almost half past two minutes, Tang Cheng on the roof of the building frowned slightly, the Frenchman named Mark had not yet appeared, and Tang Cheng was a little worried about whether the news had leaked. As time passed, Tang Cheng began to secretly calculate in his heart, should he leave here immediately to assassinate the next target, or should he continue to wait? At this moment, a black sedan appeared at the corner of the street, and Tang Cheng did not know that the driver of the black sedan that entered his sight was the Frenchman Marc.

The black sedan that Mark is driving at the moment is a second-hand car, but this does not prevent Mark from using it to show off that he is a rich man. The car slowly drove across the street and turned into the street where the French restaurant was located, and Mark squinted at the time on his watch, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, fortunately he was not late, otherwise he would have been lectured by the damn bald guy for a while. The person who was called a bald guy by Mark was the owner of this French restaurant, and this French bald guy named Aemond was also Mark's superior.

Subconsciously stepping on the accelerator, the sedan driven by Mark accelerated briskly, brushed a rickshaw on the side of the street, and drove straight towards the French restaurant in the middle of the street. Tang Cheng on the roof of the building didn't notice Mark's car at first, but when the car driven by Mark suddenly accelerated past the rickshaw on the street, Tang Cheng on the roof of the building was condescending, and finally noticed the black car driven by Mark in the shouting and scolding of the rickshaw driver.

Tang Cheng, who had already opened the triple eyepiece, immediately stared at the car, and through the front window of the car, the condescending Tang Cheng clearly saw Mark's iconic red nose. The target was the driver of the black sedan in the street downstairs, and Tang Cheng, who came out of the edge of the roof, immediately set up his rifle and pointed it at the street outside the door of the French restaurant. Mark's sedan quickly stopped outside the door of the French restaurant, and Mark, not realizing that danger was approaching him, reached out and pushed the door open after the sedan came to a stop, and got up and got out of the car.

"Poof!" Mark, who was standing on the side of the car and was turning around to close the car door, didn't know anything, he only felt a tightness in his chest and then a sharp pain, and when he looked down, he found that a stream of bloody arrows were shooting outward from the position of his left chest. "Bang!" Mark's face was twisted, and when he clutched his chest, he finally heard a belated gunshot in his ears, damn it! Mark, who was already foaming blood from his mouth, finally had time to mumble these three words, and then completely collapsed and slid down the car to the ground.

Tang Cheng shot Mark at a distance of more than 400 meters, and the bullet often reached the target before the gunshot, which is why Mark was shot first and then heard the gunshot. After Tang Cheng, who had succeeded in the first blow, used the triple eyepiece to reconfirm that the target had been shot and fell, he immediately stepped back, then wrapped the rifle in a blanket and put it in his carry-on bag, and quickly evacuated from the roof with his free hands.

"Dead!" Mark was shot and fell outside the door of the French restaurant, and at first passers-by who saw this scene screamed and fled, and when the people in the French restaurant rushed out after hearing the news, many onlookers gathered around. The restaurateur, Edmund, was beside Mark at the moment, just glanced at the bullet holes on Mark's body and the location of the blood stains on the side of the street, and Edmund, who was once a member of the army, quickly judged the direction of the bullet. However, it is a pity that even if Edmund judged the direction of the bullet, he could only see buildings of different heights at the moment, but it was impossible to see Tang City.

Tang Cheng evacuated the building, immediately blended in with the flow of people along the route he had planned a long time ago, and after detouring several intersections in a row, Tang Cheng, who had re-clamped the blanket roll under his armpit, finally appeared outside the door of the Tricolor Flower Cafe. Bowman, who had been waiting in the café, had already been waiting a little impatiently, and when he finally saw Tang Cheng appear outside the café, Bowman took out his wallet and prepared to call the waiter from the café to check out and leave. It's just that what Bowman didn't expect was that before he called the waiter to settle the bill, Tang Cheng had already pushed the door in.

"Don't worry, let me take a breath!" Tang Cheng sat down opposite Bowman, and the waiter at the café happened to see Bowman's gesture and came over, so Tang Cheng asked for a cup of coffee and sent the waiter away. "The one named Mark, I've already killed, right in front of that French restaurant. Now take a little rest, and when I'm done with this cup of coffee, we'll move on to the next place. Tang Cheng grinned at Bowman, then took out a cigarette and lit one, his leisurely appearance was beyond Bowman's expectations.

Bowman originally thought that after Tang Cheng shot two people in a row, there should be a change in his psychology, at least he should be nervous or sensitive, but Tang Cheng, who didn't want to appear in front of him, was even more relaxed than before. There were a lot of people in the café, and Bowman couldn't ask Tang Cheng about the shooting of Mark, so he had to wait patiently for Tang Cheng to finish the cup of coffee in front of him. After a cup of coffee, the sun was already setting outside the café, and after looking down at the time on his watch, Tang Cheng got up and stood up.

"Don't worry, it's still early, you can drive a little slower!" Back in the car, Tang Cheng gave Bowman an address, lit another cigarette, and then snuggled up in the back seat of the car and said nothing. Bowman had a lot of questions in his heart that he wanted to verify with Tang Cheng, but seeing that Tang Cheng didn't want to speak, he had to hide these questions in his heart first. Bowman drove away from the street where the Tricolor Cafe was located, and only crossed a street corner forward, and saw a lot more people on the side of the street, including several patrol officers from the Concession Patrol House.

"Ignore them, the more you pay attention to them, the more they will notice you." Tang Cheng, who was sitting in the back seat of the car, also saw these people on the street through the car window. "These people are all gang members in the concession, and they can be regarded as peripheral personnel of the patrol house in the concession, once something happens in the concession, they will automatically find out the news for the patrol room. They are all regarded as the head snakes in the concession, and once there is any feng shui and grass, they are the first to know. ”

Tang Cheng's words caused Bowman to retract his gaze out of the car window, and sure enough, as Tang Cheng said, these people saw that Bowman was a blonde foreigner driving the car, so they did not continue to stare at the car. Bowman followed Tang Cheng's instructions, and did not slam on the accelerator, but kept moving forward at a constant speed. Along the road, he met two gangsters who had seen before, and Bowman, who had already adapted to it, ignored these gangsters without squinting, and parked the car firmly at the place asked by Tang Cheng.

"Let's go, this time, you and me!" The car stopped on the side of the road, and Bowman thought that Tang Cheng was still like the previous two times, just waiting on the side of the road, but he didn't want Tang Cheng to say such things after getting out of the car. Bowman paused for a moment, and then when he reacted, a smile appeared on his face. With Bowman quickly getting out of the car, Tang Cheng crossed the street and walked to the opposite alley, and in Bowman's unclear gaze, Tang Cheng bought a pack of cigarettes from the vendor at the entrance of the alley, but did not step into the alley behind the vendor.

"This peddler will be our witness, and once we are suspected or intercepted for investigation, this witness is especially important, he can prove that what happened after we followed has nothing to do with it." Tang Cheng walked forward and whispered to Bowman beside him to explain. After walking more than 30 meters along the street, the two turned into another alley, followed the alley all the way to the east, and soon appeared in another street.

"This is it, you stay, wait for me to come back at the bookstore over there." After looking at the time again, Tang Cheng asked Bowman to stay in the bookstore on the left side of the alley, but he walked out of the alley slowly with a blanket roll and walked in the opposite direction. Tang Cheng occupied a high position in the first two times and condescendingly carried out long-range shooting, but this time it was different, there was no high point around the location of the target that could be used, so Tang Cheng could only carry out close-range close-range shooting.