The third target of Don City was an English merchant named Pike, who ran a trading house at the end of the street. The stereotypical factors that the British have dipped into their bones are vividly reflected in Parker's body, his trading firm was a two-story building more than ten years ago, and now, more than ten years later, in the concession is full of high-rise buildings, his trading firm is still a two-story building.

Tang Cheng walked along the side of the street, the 2-story building on the opposite side of the street was very eye-catching in the sunset, and Tang Cheng walking on the side of the street only needed to squint a little to see the situation of the 2-story building. At this point in time, it should have been time for Parker's comptoir to get off work, and he just walked slowly across the street to Tang City, and did not see anyone coming out of the door of the small building. Tang Cheng didn't think about breaking into the small building to find the target, if he did that, he was afraid that he would immediately provoke the pursuit of the Concession Patrol House.

Within half an hour, there had been two shootings in the concession, and the Concession Patrol House had already mobilized all its manpower, and Tang Cheng also planned to retreat and leave immediately after killing this Pike. There was a bar diagonally across from the Pike Comptoir, and Tang Cheng had already put the blanket wrapped in his rifle into his equipment bag, and the whole person looked no different from the customers in the bar.

Tang Cheng deliberately found a seat in the window facing the street, just asked for a beer, and Tang Cheng's eyes looked through the window at the small building diagonally opposite. There are many people in the bar, there are everyone here, and there are not a few people like Tang Cheng, so Tang Cheng's appearance did not attract the attention of other people in the bar. About a quarter of an hour passed, Tang Cheng, who was hidden in the bar, never saw anyone entering or leaving the two-story building, thinking that Bowman was still waiting for him in the bookstore at the entrance of the alley, Tang Cheng, who frowned slightly, had to get up and check out and leave the bar.

Tang Cheng, who was walking back down the street, slowed down, hoping that the target would appear, but the actual situation disappointed Tang Cheng again. "Let's go, let's get out of here, the target hasn't appeared, maybe we should do it another way!" In the bookstore at the entrance of the alley, he found Bowman, who was anxiously waiting, and Tang Cheng, who was holding a blanket roll under his arm, was very peaceful. "The patrol house should have been searched, and at this time, it is better not to stay on the street." Tang Cheng didn't explain anything to Bowman too much, but just took Bowman back to the place where the car was parked.

Sure enough, as Tang Cheng expected, on the way back to Hans's restaurant, the car was inspected several times in a row, and if it weren't for the fact that it was Bowman, a blonde and blue-eyed guy, who was driving, Tang Cheng might have been sitting in the back seat, and he would have been dragged out of the car several times by the patrol police who set up card checks along the road. Returning to Hans's restaurant without danger, Bowman secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Tang Cheng again, but he still had that unfazed expression.

He returned to Hans's restaurant because Tang Cheng wanted to get the relevant information from Hans, and he still needed Hans to do something. "What? Find a tailor to go to your house and make clothes for you? "Tang Cheng's new request made Hans a little difficult to accept for a while, he originally thought that Tang Cheng would make any important requests, but he didn't want to, the other party just wanted to find a tailor to help make the clothes." Don, can you please stop wasting my time with such small things in the future? ”

Hans's hysterical reaction made Tang Cheng grin, just shrugged his shoulders, and Tang Cheng smiled at Hans. "Mr. Hans, the concession may soon be in complete chaos, and the more times like this, the more we should be quiet. The Concession Patrol House is not terrible. The scary thing is that they will use the power of the gangsters, as long as they catch some clues, they may implicate us at that time!"

Hans was not a stupid person, but secretly analyzed what Tang Cheng had just said, and Hans immediately understood what Tang Cheng wanted to express. "No problem, the tailor you want will come to your door early tomorrow morning, our Mr. Bowman is a good player of cards, if you don't mind, Mr. Bowman may bring a few friends tomorrow to play cards with you, I hope you can prepare food and drinks in advance." Hans's inferences seemed to satisfy Tang Cheng, and Bowman was the only one of the three who was confused.

After saying all that, Hans personally drove Tang Cheng back to his residence, and as he saw Tang Cheng's back disappear into the door, Bowman, who was sitting in the passenger seat, immediately turned his head to look at Hans. "Hans, what do you mean by those words you said to him in the restaurant earlier? Can we really believe the? "Bowman's understanding of Tang Cheng all comes from today, although he already knows that Tang Cheng is skilled, but this does not rule out Bowman's wariness of Tang Cheng in his heart.

Hans, who was asked by Bowman, took the cigarette handed by the other party and lit it, then started the car and slowly left the street, until he turned the corner, and Hans began to answer Bowman's question just now. "It's not something I don't believe in, it's that I know what he wants to know about us, and he doesn't really have any interest in wanting to know about it. Our current relationship with him is just a cooperation of interests, in other words, we pay and hire him to help us solve our troubles. ”

Hans's explanation sounded very straightforward, and a person like Baumann who knew the inside story didn't need to think too much about it to understand what Hans was trying to say. "He's very good, I already know that, and I know that he doesn't like to be controlled, so I chose to cooperate. I don't know if I made the right choice now, but I would say that even if someone like him can't be a friend, don't be his opponent, otherwise it will end badly. ”

Hans and Baumann actually belonged to different departments, and Hans was not a regular member of the German intelligence department, and Baumann was sent to Shanghai this time with a secret mission from the government department. Hans's words just now were just a kind reminder to Bowman, especially the last sentence, which was a subtle warning to the other party, because Hans was worried that Bowman, who was very curious about Tang Cheng, would be self-defeating and offend Tang Cheng at that time.

Hans did not return to the restaurant directly, but took Bauman to a safe house not far from the patrol house of the French Concession. "How exactly did he do it? According to what you say, the position where he shot was at least 300 meters from where the target was located. Such a firing range, just using an ordinary rifle to shoot, I am afraid it is difficult to do even a veteran in the Wehrmacht. ”

Like Bowman, Hans had the same question at this moment, in their cognition, it was almost impossible for a young man of Tang Cheng's age to have such magical marksmanship. "Does he have a means we don't know about?" Hans, who was full of suspicions, suddenly thought that if the investigation materials of the case obtained from the Japanese military police headquarters by the inside line from the Japanese military police headquarters, if this Tang Cheng had some kind of secret means that he did not know, then it would not be difficult to explain those suspicious points that the Japanese could not explain in the investigation materials of the Izakaya murder case in Hongkou District.

Thomas and Mark, who were targeted by Tang Cheng as the first two targets, were both killed, and both were shot dead from a distance, and the entire French Concession became extremely busy because of the deaths of these two men. Tang Cheng, who returned to his residence, was playing chess with Zhang Jianghe, who was in good spirits, in the study, and Zhang Jianghe, who was recovering, seemed to be content with the status quo, and no longer mentioned the matter of contacting Shanghai Station, but just recuperated in peace.

"Uncle Zhang, don't worry about the Shanghai station, Nanjing has already sent a new commissioner to Shanghai. Your main task now is to recuperate from your injuries, and when your injuries are healed, we will return to Nanjing. Tang Cheng took advantage of Zhang Jianghe's inattention and quietly pushed the chess piece in the corner of the chessboard forward two squares, so that Tang Cheng's horse could jump directly to the riverside.

"Oh, that's not right! You kid is not honest, when did this horse come up? "Tang Cheng originally thought that his small movements were not seen by Zhang Jianghe, and said that he knew that Zhang Jianghe was a master who could play blind chess, but he just glanced down at the chessboard, and immediately found that Tang Cheng had made a move." You kid, just talk about things, play chess well, don't play tricks with me, be careful I kick your ass!" Seeing Tang Cheng dryly put the horse back in its place, Zhang Jianghe, who was smiling, immediately burst out laughing.

Tang Cheng deliberately made this move, which really made Zhang Jianghe's face smile, and he was secretly proud in his heart, and he immediately brought up the old matter with Zhang Jianghe. "Uncle Zhang, what did you think about what I told you last time? Although Chongqing is not as good as Nanjing is the national capital, it is also a good place with beautiful mountains and rivers, and our family is in Chongqing, you are now missing an arm, what can you do if you stay in Nanjing! It's not like you don't know what those people in Nanjing are!"

Since he took Zhang Jianghe to the bungalow provided by Hans to live temporarily, Tang Cheng has been lobbying Zhang Jianghe to go to Chongqing with him, but Zhang Jianghe has not been in a very good mood a while ago, and every time Tang Cheng mentioned this matter, Zhang Jianghe was only vague and never showed his attitude to Tang Cheng directly. Today, taking advantage of Zhang Jianghe's good mood, Tang Cheng brought up the old things again, and then looked at Zhang Jianghe's expression, faintly revealing a trace of struggle.

"Uncle Zhang, I've heard someone say that as long as it's gold, it will shine wherever it is. Although you have lost an arm, you still have the ability to deal with Japanese spies in the past few years, and I can also provide you with some help, even if you go to Chongqing, we are not the same as the Japanese spies! Whether the above is appreciated or not, that's one thing, as long as the two of us have a clear conscience! You say, isn't that the truth? ”