When Hans came to Tang Cheng, it was dinner time, but what Hans didn't expect was that Tang Cheng, who had been thinking about him all day, was still sleeping at this time. "Wake up, it's almost dinner, why are you still sleeping?" Tang Cheng, who was asleep, was interrupted by Hans, who had a vicious voice, and slowly opened his eyes with a little bit of getting up, and Tang Cheng saw Hans's extremely hateful face.

Waking Tang Cheng from his sleep, Hans seemed to have done a great thing, and seeing the impatience in Tang Cheng's eyes, Hans raised his eyebrows at Tang Cheng as if he were deliberately showing off. "Don, get up quickly, I have something to look for you, it's very important!" Hans didn't intend to talk about things in Tang Cheng's bedroom, but hinted at Tang Cheng with his eyes, and the latter understood, and then wrapped himself in a velvet pajama and followed Hans to the study.

"Is it true that what you said about medicines?" Hans made a pun, talking about medicines, but in fact he wanted to re-establish the purpose of Tang Cheng's visit to Shanghai. The Zodiac Society's attack on the concession has now spread in the concession, especially the Japanese Ono who was shot on the street, and his true identity has already been revealed.

Hans didn't know if Tegaoke would give up, but he knew that if the person who shot Ono was Tang Cheng, he might get into trouble because of it, and Tegaoke was not easy to deal with. "If you have medicine in your hand, how much is there, I will ask for it, and the price is negotiable." Tang Cheng paused slightly, and then gave Hans an unexpected answer, which was no different from that of a drug dealer in the black market.

Hans was still a little unwilling to get the answer he wanted from Tang Cheng's mouth, but he couldn't find a suitable excuse to continue asking. "The matter of medicines is already in the eyebrow, it is the Englishman I told you, and my people have found the warehouse where he hoarded medicines." Hans, who was secretly entangled in his heart, finally remembered his intentions. "However, the location of the warehouse is not very good, and if there is too much movement, it may alarm the patrol room."

Tang Cheng didn't understand what Hans meant at first, and after Hans drew a rough map with pen and paper, Tang Cheng finally understood what Hans meant. "I don't think it's a big problem, the owner chose this place as a warehouse because he fancy this location close to the patrol room. But there is an old Chinese saying that the more you imagine a safe place, the more likely it is to be lax, and there will be more flaws and loopholes. ”

Tang Cheng looked at the map drawn by Hans, and rubbed his chin to express his opinion, but Tang Cheng also felt that this Englishman had an idea of hiding medicine in the downtown area. "Without further ado, why don't we do it tonight?" Before Hans could figure out what it meant to be dark under the lamp, Tang Cheng immediately suggested that he should do it tonight, but Hans was not lightly shocked, and said that this young master was too anxious!

"Figure it out for yourself! Anyway, I know where the medicine is, and if you don't get involved, I'll just go find someone else. This is a big Shanghai, not to mention a large number of medicines, even for a piece of the ocean, it is possible to play the best game, and there will never be a shortage of ruthless people who work hard for money. As if in revenge for Hans's previous interruption of his sleep, Tang Cheng, who had made a bitter joke of Hans, turned around and walked slowly, he was afraid that Hans would smash the ashtray on the table on his head.

Hans naturally wouldn't smash Tang Cheng's head with the ashtray on the table, but he was a little uncomfortable in his heart, and in the next time, Hans, who was annoyed in his heart, could only turn his anger into appetite, and he ate Tang Cheng hard. Having filled his stomach, Hans's original IQ index finally returned. "Time is a bit tight, I don't know how many of my subordinates can come back." Hans's words made Tang Cheng's eyes tremble, what this meant was that Hans had scattered his subordinates, and it seemed that this thing had other things in his hands.

But after thinking about it, Tang Cheng didn't ask, just looked down at his watch. "By the early hours of the morning, you can find as many people as you want, even if it's only three or five people, I'll do it tonight." The reason why Tang Cheng decided to do it tonight was because tomorrow was the time for the Shanghai underground party to go to the apartment house to pick up medicine, and Tang Cheng wanted to prepare more medicine for the Shanghai underground party.

Seeing that Tang Cheng had already set the time for the early hours of the morning, Hans didn't say much, but immediately said goodbye and left. "Edmund, how's that broker friend of yours getting in touch?" Tang Cheng, who had personally sent Hans out and turned to come back, suddenly remembered the black market broker mentioned by Edmund. There are some things that Tang Cheng has to hide from Hans, and the black market broker who just recognizes money and does things has become another choice for Tang Cheng.

"Sir, do you want to see him now? I can call him and he doesn't live too far. Edmund remained serious, but Tang Cheng didn't care about this, but after Edmund answered, he immediately nodded and motioned for Edmund to call someone over. Although it was dinner time, it was still early, and it was only half an hour after Edmund made the call, and his broker friend, who had been in the black market all year round, had already rushed over.

"Sir, this is Kleiman, his brother used to serve in the same army as me, if you have something to do, you can rest assured that he will do it." According to Tang Cheng's instructions, Edmund took Kleiman directly to the study on the second floor. When Edmund introduced the other party, Tang Cheng secretly observed this Kleiman's reaction and expression, and after the two shook hands, Tang Cheng, who secretly activated the touch judgment skill, finally put his mind at ease.

"Edmund said you're a black market broker, and I don't know much about the black market in Shanghai, but I might need to buy something from the black market recently." In front of Edmund, Tang Cheng did not hide it, but went straight to the point and stated his purpose. "Do you have a reliable arms dealer? It's a messy place in Shanghai, and I heard that a lot of people died in the concession a few days ago, and I needed something to keep myself safe. As he spoke, Tang Cheng deliberately winked at Kleiman, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Before Kleiman came, he had heard Edmund talk about some of Tang Cheng's situation, although he was surprised by Tang Cheng's youth at the moment, Kleiman did not despise the young man in front of him in his heart, after all, at this age, he only knew how to play crazy and fight. "No problem, you can give me a list first, and I will find a reliable person to prepare the goods according to the list. If you don't want to be known about this, I can do it in someone else's name, and it will be difficult for the small sect of arms out of the black market to find their way and whereabouts. ”

Kleiman's answer made Tang Cheng very satisfied, as long as the other party was a person who knew money and did things, he could save himself a lot of trouble, but he took the initiative to find Kleiman tonight, not just to buy arms from the black market. "If I have something that I want to sell on the black market, what can I do so that people don't know that it's about me?" Tang Cheng's face remained unchanged, but Kleiman's face had changed, Tang Cheng's request was something he hadn't thought of before he came here.

After a moment of contemplation, Kleiman spoke, "There are a few places in the concession where black market brokers and intelligence dealers exchange information with each other, and if you have something or information to sell, you can go to these places. I've heard that the rules are tight, and it's rare to hear of sellers revealing their identities, but that kind of place is not foolproof. I suggest that you go straight to powerful black marketeers, who are more rule-conscious, because no black marketeer wants to live with money. ”

Kleiman's two suggestions were not satisfactory to Tang Cheng, but it was not yet time to reveal the mystery, so Tang Cheng didn't say much. Tang Cheng couldn't let Kleiman come for a trip, so he gave the other party a list of weapons, although most of the weapons and equipment on the list were single, but if you count the chemicals at the bottom of the list, the amount represented by this list could not be considered small. "Mr. Kleiman, you help me get these things first, and we'll talk about the rest later."

Tang Cheng did not play with Kleiman to pay a deposit first and then pay on delivery, but directly gave Kleiman a sum of money, and explained that the extra amount was considered a commission for Kleiman. "Edmund, who the hell is this Mr. Tang? When I watched him give money, he didn't seem to care about such a large sum of money? Isn't he afraid that I will run away with the money? Sent out of the yard by Edmund, Kleiman still looked incredulous, and began to babble nonsense.

Hearing this, Edmund just glared at the younger brother of his friend and despised him, "Don't worry, if you run away with the money, I will ask your brother for an account, I believe you must still remember the way Mark beat people." Edmund's words made Kleiman shudder, that brother of his own family is a violent maniac, and it is terrible to fight people! With his small body, I'm afraid I can't even carry three punches.

Tang Cheng, who was standing by the window of the study at this moment, was condescendingly looking at the gate of the courtyard, talking to Edmund and Kleiman in a low voice. Although Tang Cheng had used his Touch Judgment skill to confirm that Edmund and Kleiman were not the people he thought they were, to be honest, Tang Cheng couldn't trust these two 100% of the time. At this moment, Tang Cheng misses his family and the old policemen of the investigation team in Chongqing, and if he has a few veteran policemen around him to assist, things will be much easier.

It was almost early in the morning, Tang Cheng, dressed in black and ready to stop, sat quietly in the hall, waiting for Hans to appear. Time passed minute by minute, but Hans never appeared, but Tang Cheng was not affected, and at midnight, he got up and left the residence and disappeared into the night.