Although he has been in China for more than six years, Braun has never believed in some Chinese folk sayings, such as his constantly beating eyelids, but as night fell, Brian's mood gradually became heavy, and he always felt that something was going to happen. The shoe store was opened in the name of Brian's wife, but in reality, it was Brian's main location in the French Concession.

People who work in intelligence will not easily trust strangers, especially veterans like Brian who have been engaged in intelligence work for a long time, and this shoe store with a decent business is one of several locations in Shanghai. The bell rang above the door, and Brian, who was packing up his things and preparing to close the store, looked up in the direction of the store door, just in time to see the young man who had bought several pairs of shoes here before, pushing open the door and entering.

"Is there a problem with the shoes you just bought?" Brian didn't have the slightest wariness of Tang Cheng, because Tang Cheng looked like a common rich kid in the Shanghai Concession. Brian thought it was a problem with the shoes just now, but he didn't know that Tang Cheng went and returned, and he came for him at all. Tang Cheng, who came in from the outside, stood at the door first, shook off the water from the umbrella, and then turned to look at Brian.

"The shoes are very good, I'm satisfied, I'm here because I have something to ask you." Tang Cheng leaned his put away umbrella against the inside of the store, and walked towards Brian as he spoke. Brian, who originally felt that Tang Cheng was harmless, suddenly felt that danger was approaching, although Tang Cheng still had a slight smile on his face when he spoke, Brian still subconsciously took a step back.

"Mr. Brian, if I were you, I would never think of getting a weapon!" Brian's right hand had just stretched out, and before his fingers could touch the dagger hidden under the shoe rack, he suddenly found that a pistol had appeared in Tang Cheng's hand at some point. Although Brian is over fifty years old, he has never stopped exercising, and Brian, who is pointed at a gun by a young man like Tang Cheng, who is very skilled, does not think that he has no chance of turning the tables.

However, Tang Cheng's reaction was not slower than him, and before Brian, who hooked the shoebox on the ground with his foot, was about to kick the shoebox on the ground towards Tang Cheng, Tang Cheng, who was facing Brian, stretched out his left hand and grabbed the iron armrest of the chair on his side in front of Brian. Tang Cheng's movements looked gentle, but under Brian's own eyes, the armrest of the chair, which was originally straight, was actually held by Tang Cheng with a handprint.

The chair in Brian's shop was made from scrap iron pipes and rattan chairs in his spare time, so he knew very well the material and hardness of the armrests. If you just use brute force to bend the armrest of a chair, Brian believes that many people who have been trained for strength can do it, but if you can leave a handprint on the iron armrest of the chair with just a light grip, this is not something that just anyone can do.

Tang Cheng's deliberately bright hand made Brian's heart tremble, and before Tang Cheng could open his mouth to warn again, Brian immediately spread his hands and expressed his attitude towards Tang Cheng. According to his thoughts, if this Brian ignores the current affairs and continues to try to find an opportunity to resist, Tang Cheng will have to reward him with a bullet. "Very good, it seems that we have reached a basic consensus!" Tang Cheng chuckled.

"Close the store first, and then let's go to the back and have a good chat!" Although Brian had given up resisting, the pistol in Tang Cheng's hand was not put away, but his tone of voice softened a little. Brian's attitude finally paid off, which made him secretly relieved, he had thought that the young man in front of him would shoot angrily if he didn't agree with him, but now it seems that the situation is not too bad.

At Tang Cheng's signal, Brian closed the door of the store without saying a word, then walked in front to lead the way, and led Tang Cheng to the back stairs behind the shoe store. Going down the stairs, Tang Cheng and the two of them quickly went upstairs, which was Brian's residence. Brian's wife returned to her hometown in England last month, and Brian was the only one left here, and Tang Cheng, who was sure that there were only two of them upstairs and no need to face women and children, was secretly relieved.

"Who the hell are you?" Brian, who had been pointed at a gun by Tang Cheng, looked as usual, and after sitting down on the sofa at Tang Cheng's signal, Brian preemptively asked Tang Cheng first. Tang Cheng's previous performance had made Brian understand that this young man was not an ordinary person, and he had clearly seen that Tang Cheng was holding a German-style ** pistol in his hand. Although Brian didn't know if the ** pistol in the other party's hand was made in Germany, he knew that this ** pistol was rare in Shanghai.

"I'm a free man! In your words, I'm a freelance broker! Don Cheng, who was sitting across from Brian, laughed. You don't have to guess who I am, and even if I told you, you probably wouldn't be interested in a little person like me. I don't have much time, so since it's just the two of us, let's have a good chat! As is my habit, I ask you to answer, and if you are willing to cooperate, I can answer you a question for free after our conversation is over. ”

Tang Cheng was very domineering and prescribed the mode of conversation, and Brian, who was facing the gun, could only shrug his shoulders and say that he didn't care. "It was an accident to find you, and I told you this to tell you. I have no interest in you British intelligence, and even less in you as a person, you know what I mean? Tang Cheng spoke first, but the content of the words was not a question, but a word that Brian listened to without a clue.

"I know you're the head of British intelligence in Shanghai, but don't say no, because that's doubting my intelligence." Brian, who was identified by Tang Cheng in person, tried his best to keep his composure, although he didn't know how the other party knew his identity, but Brian knew that this was definitely not a good time for him to interject. Brian didn't speak, and Tang Cheng had to continue, "My first question, what does this shoe store have to do with your intelligence organization in Shanghai?" ”

Brian, who was forcibly maintaining his composure, obviously didn't expect Tang Cheng's first question to be this, and after a little flurging, he changed his mouth after Tang Cheng's signal. "It doesn't matter, I opened it in my wife's name, and my wife is usually in charge of running here. I have three children and a lot of relatives in the UK, so my expenses are not small, and the shoe store is my personal business to supplement my children and relatives who are far away in the UK. ”

Naturally, Tang Cheng couldn't believe all of Brian's answers, but after careful consideration, Brian's answers were quite appropriate. "My second question, did your British intelligence agencies know about the Japanese army's offensive intentions long before the battle in Shanghai?" Tang Cheng's question surprised Brian, but the second question was different, Brian's eyes immediately shrank, and his expression revealed a hint of resistance.

"Mr. Brian, the news that your British intelligence agencies are cooperating with the Japanese in private is not news in the Shanghai intelligence market at all. I ask this question just to confirm a guess, you just need to answer yes or no, you don't have to answer very carefully. Seeing the hesitation and resistance in Brian's expression, Tang Cheng immediately took out a cigarette and took the initiative to hand Brian a cigarette and match.

Brian didn't refuse the cigarettes and matches handed over by Tang Cheng, but he smoked half of a cigarette, and he still didn't answer Tang Cheng's question. Tang Cheng was not in a hurry, and also lit a cigarette and smoked silently, quite planning to spend it with Brian. "Who the hell are you?" After a while, Brian opened his mouth to break the silence, but when he spoke, his eyes kept falling on the ** pistol in Tang Cheng's hand.

Tang Cheng, who had been paying attention to the other party's reaction, naturally couldn't suspect that Brian was a greedy person who was afraid of death, and Tang Cheng, who was moved in his heart, simply put the pistol on the armrest of the sofa beside him, so that Brian could see it clearly. "Do you suspect that I have anything to do with the Germans? Just with a ** pistol? Tang Cheng's speech was not fast, but it made Brian's old face red. This kind of gun is rare in China, but it is not impossible to find it, as long as the money is given, I can even get the ** of the artillery model. ”

Even in the German army, there are not many officers who can be equipped with ** pistols, and Tang Cheng, who has an Asian face, is so easy to say that Brian doesn't know whether to believe or suspect that the other party is lying and bragging. "I gave you an explanation, now it's time for you to answer my question!" Tang Cheng pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, and then picked up the ** pistol on the armrest of the sofa again, obviously unwilling to continue to spend it with Brian.

If Brian insisted on refusing to speak, Tang Cheng would definitely shoot the other party, perhaps sensing Tang Cheng's intentions, Brian would no longer insist and resist as he did just now, but the content of his answers was deliberately chosen. Tang Cheng controlled Brian because he wanted to know if the shoe store was used to spy on Hans, and according to Brian's answers and reactions, Tang Cheng finally believed that he was too sensitive, which caused this misunderstanding.

"Mr. Brian, I'm sorry, but you have your own reasons for this. As the head of British intelligence in Shanghai, you don't do what you are doing, but you come here to run a shoe store, which is very undeserved. Tang Cheng, who got up and stood up with a smile on his face, suddenly fired without warning, and the *** that was installed on the barrel in advance effectively reduced the gunshot, Brian was shot in the chest continuously, and fell on his back in the sofa behind him.