After escaping from the pursuit, Tang Cheng chose to return to the scene, unwilling to be designed, he just wanted to kill the opponent with a return rifle. Tang Cheng didn't expect Ono Masao to appear here in advance, the target he originally wanted to shoot was only Dong Cheng, but he accidentally found that Ono Masao was mixed with those black-clothed people. Ono Masao's appearance made Tang Cheng on the roof of the building a little excited, so the target he was about to shoot was changed from Dong Cheng to Ono Masao.

Out of caution, Tang Cheng did not shoot and kill the other party as soon as he found Masao Ono, but he was like an old hunter for many years, very patiently waiting for Masao Ono to appear again when he entered the clinic. It turned out that Tang Cheng's wait was not in vain, as many corpses were moved out of the clinic by those 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 Ono Masao's side to speak, Tang Cheng on the roof of the building in the distance finally pulled the trigger, and the firing range of 200 meters was not difficult at all for Tang Cheng, who used a sniper rifle and also opened the triple eyepiece skill. The first bullet was right on Masao Ono's head, and the stickiness on Dong Cheng's face and hands came from Masao Ono's exploding head. The man in black who was hit by the second bullet was one of Ono Masao's subordinates, if he hadn't subconsciously used Japanese when he shouted, maybe Tang Cheng would have been able to let him go.

After both shots, Tang Chengxuan put the sniper rifle into his personal equipment bag, leaned over and picked up the two bullet casings under his feet, and immediately slid down the rope to the back of the small building, and then disappeared into the night. The Zodiac Society is not a military organization after all, so when Dong Cheng and the others who were waiting at the door of the clinic calmed down the panic and traced the direction from which the bullets came to the top of the building, Tang Cheng, who had stayed here, had already disappeared without a trace.

After the task of assassinating Ono Masao was assigned to Tang Cheng, Boss Yu of the tea house had been paying attention to Ono Masao's news, and suddenly learned that Ono Masao was shot dead at the door of a clinic in the concession last night, and Boss Yu, who was eating breakfast, was almost choked to death by the fritters in his mouth. "What kind of people are sent by the headquarters? Why didn't the slightest rumor of this be revealed, Masao Ono had already been killed! ”

After beating his chest for a while, he finally spit out the fritters stuck in his throat, and Boss Yu began to think about Tang Cheng. Boss Yu's first impression of Tang Cheng was not very good, because Tang Cheng not only looked young, but also looked at Tang Cheng's dress, more like a casual rich young master. When explaining the task to Tang Cheng, maybe Boss Yu thought that Tang Cheng would be gone like a few killers who came to Shanghai before, but he never expected that Ono Masao would be killed suddenly like this, and he was still in the concession.

What Boss Yu couldn't figure out, there were many people in the concession who were also like this, and Hans was one of them. As a German intelligence agent disguised as an American businessman, Hans lived in Shanghai for many years and had his own way of knowing the concession. Through his own intelligence network, Hans knew the news that Ono Masao was sniped in the concession before others, but he didn't think of Tang Cheng at the first time.

However, as Hans continued to think about it, he still thought of Tang Cheng, and according to his understanding of Tang Cheng, Ono Masao's matter was likely to be related to Tang Cheng, because Edmund said that Tang Cheng had gone out last night. "Don, my friend, is the matter of Masao Ono related to you?" On the phone, Hans went straight to the point and asked Tang Cheng about Masao Ono, but Tang Cheng on the other end of the phone chose to deny it.

"Hans, why do you think that? Also, Who is Masao Ono? I don't think I know the person you're talking about! "Tang Cheng denied it very resolutely on the phone, and no one else knew about his actions last night, even if he went out last night, the smell of alcohol that he deliberately made when he came back was the best cover." Hans, I'm a Chinese, it's impossible to know any Japanese, you should understand this! ”

Tang Cheng's answer sounded very far-fetched, but Hans couldn't say anything more, after all, he didn't have conclusive evidence in his hand to show that Tang Cheng was related to Ono Masao's affairs. After hanging up the phone, Tang Cheng, who had already eaten breakfast, stayed alone in the study, wiping the pistols and rifles he used last night, while thinking about whether there were any omissions and mistakes in last night's actions. It's a pity for those medicines! Tang Cheng suddenly remembered the things piled up on the second floor of the clinic, especially the medicines.

In the current black market, the price of drugs has long risen to a staggering price, especially the drugs that can treat trauma are scarce. Tang Cheng thought to himself for a while, and finally left the residence after lunch, and slowly walked towards the address he remembered. At this time last year, Tang Cheng had discovered more than one underground party stronghold in the concession, and the purpose of his outing today was to make sure that those underground party strongholds were still operating normally.

The first place Tang Cheng went to was a barber shop in the French Concession, and using the barber shop in the downtown area as a contact point, Tang Cheng really couldn't think of what the underground party in Shanghai thought. The two-color rotating light at the entrance of the barber shop was very interesting, and Tang Cheng stared at the light from a distance for a long time before he raised his feet and walked into this fairly neat barber shop. There were no customers in the barber shop at this time, and when Tang Cheng entered, there was only an old man chatting with the barber.

Tang Cheng didn't look around, or take the initiative to talk to the other party, but like an ordinary guest, the barber was still fiddling with his head. When getting a haircut, the barber's fingers will always touch Tang Cheng's scalp and ears, so he doesn't need Tang Cheng to test anything at all, he can identify the other party's identity through his touch judgment skills. Tang Cheng was quite satisfied with the verdict, and it seemed that the Shanghai underground party organization had not given up this contact point.

The barber's skills are good, after cleaning up the broken hair on his head, Tang Cheng immediately paid and left, until Tang Cheng left the barbershop, he did not communicate with this member of the underground party who had very good haircutting skills, and the other party did not feel that Tang Cheng's identity was suspicious. After leaving the barber shop, Tang Cheng went to another place, but unfortunately, Tang Cheng did not find anyone from the Shanghai underground party in this optical shop. It's just that I haven't been to Shanghai for a year, and it seems that many things have changed, and Tang Cheng, who returned the same way, sat down in the café opposite the barber shop, waiting for the good barber to leave.

Time passed little by little, and through the street window of the café, everyone who entered and exited the barber shop appeared in Tang Cheng's sight. finally survived until the barber shop closed, and Tang Cheng, who had already changed his outfit, fell far behind the barber. The barber, unaware that he had been followed, went to the vegetable market, then to a bookstore, and finally returned home with a large bag of goods.

Halfway through, he found that the other party had carried out anti-tracking reconnaissance several times, and Tang Cheng, who had already locked the opponent with his system skills, couldn't help snickering in his heart, and it had grown to a locking tracking range of one hundred and fifty meters, which was enough for Tang Cheng to bite the other party across the street. The barber was quite vigilant, and he didn't relax his vigilance just because he was in the concession, but his anti-tracking methods were too rough in Tang Cheng's opinion, and even those peripheral members of the Chongqing investigation team were inferior.

However, Tang Cheng did not despise the other party because of this, after all, many people in the underground party had not received the necessary training, and their methods of action were summed up with blood and tears after one failure after another. After determining the location of the barber's residence, Tang Cheng did not choose to monitor or squat nearby, but immediately returned to his residence. It was still early at the moment, and Tang Cheng hadn't figured out how to make contact with the other party, everything had to wait for after dark before acting.

As a housekeeper, Edmund was accustomed to Tang Cheng's early departure and late return, and when Tang Cheng, who had changed his clothes, came down from upstairs, Edmund had already prepared dinner for Tang Cheng. "Edmund, are you familiar with the black market in the concession?" From the first day Tang Cheng lived here, Edmund, who had firmly remembered his role as a housekeeper, refused to sit down with Tang Cheng to eat, so Tang Cheng often had to sit alone in the dining room to eat. But today, Tang Cheng didn't wait for Edmund to leave, and he stopped the other party.

"Black market! I don't know much, but I know people who work as brokers on the black market! Edmund replied cautiously, but the flickering of his eyes was clearly seen by Tang Cheng. Mr. and Mrs. Edmund were the people arranged by Hans, strictly speaking, Tang Cheng would never trust this foreign couple 100%, but after a few days of secret observation, Tang Cheng judged that Mr. and Mrs. Edmund and Hans might only have an employment relationship before.

"Tomorrow, contact that broker friend of yours, I need something, so I can only go to the black market and ask." As he spoke, Tang Cheng took out a stack of bills from his pocket and handed it to Edmund. "Half of the money is for you and Mary, and the remaining half is for your activities. Black market brokers are all interest animals who recognize money but not people, even if the relationship between you is good, it is better to give money directly. ”

"Edmund, I look forward to seeing your broker friend at home soon." Tang Cheng didn't tell Edmund what he wanted, and Edmund didn't ask much, just silently took the stack of bills and turned away. Edmund didn't speak, but he didn't want to say too much and lose it, but Tang Cheng became more and more interested in this British butler with an old-fashioned personality who was actually less than forty years old.