Hans's efficiency was not slow, and after just a few phone calls, he found a car repair shop in Tang Cheng, the owner of which was a friend of Hans's, and in the backyard of the car repair shop, there was a lathe that could process metal parts. "Good, I love it here." After looking around at the slightly humble workshop, and locking on to the pile of iron and steel pipes in the corner, Tang Cheng turned around and nodded at Hans.

Tang Cheng's purpose in looking for a lathe was just to process the two newly acquired pistols, and after a brief look at the pile of materials in the corner and this slightly old British lathe, Tang Cheng already had a full confidence in his heart that he could make a better one. With ***, you also need rubber pads, here is a car repair shop, the most important thing is rubber tires. You only need to cut a few pieces from those broken tires, and the materials that Tang Cheng made *** are all you need.

Tang Cheng already had the experience of making ***, so the two hours that were said in advance were not used at all, and Tang Cheng's carry-on equipment bag already had a few more **full-size pistols***. In order to hide people's eyes, Tang Cheng also deliberately used the materials in the car repair shop to make some small auxiliary tools, and Hans and others, who had been waiting outside the workshop, guessed the role of these small tools for a while.

With Hans and them guarding outside the workshop, Tang Cheng couldn't test the gun on the spot, but it was still early, and after leaving the car repair shop, Tang Cheng asked Bowman to drive him out of Shanghai and all the way to Suzhou for a while. Shanghai is not very far from Suzhou, but there are a lot of wild land and woods between the two places, just find a wild place where you can't see people, Tang Cheng asked Bowman to park the car on the side of the road, and he carried two ** pistols into the woods on the side of the road.

Bowman knew that Tang Cheng's move was to test the gun, but he didn't know that Tang Cheng's real purpose was to try those newly made ***. Tang Cheng had two ** pistols, and after getting into the woods, he only added *** to one of the ** pistols, and then fired a few shots with another ** pistol, and then switched to the ** pistol with *** to test the gun. In just a few minutes, after a few messy gunshots, Tang Cheng tried the newly made *** one by one, but Bowman, who was waiting outside the forest, didn't know about it.

Tossing back and forth for nearly 3 hours, just for a few minutes to test the gun, by the time Tang Cheng and the two drove back to the concession, the sky had basically darkened. "Now go back to your own house, I have to go back to take a shower and change clothes first, and at midnight, you will drive to pick me up." Instead of following Bowman to Hans's restaurant, Don told Bowman to take him back to his residence first, and when he got off the bus, he told Bowman to pick him up after midnight. Bowman didn't know what Tang Cheng's plan was, but he didn't ask any questions, just drove away silently.

Tang Cheng was not there all day, he only came back after dark, and there was a faint smell of gunsmoke on his body, and Zhang Jianghe, who had been waiting for him all day, immediately noticed it. After Tang Cheng came out of the shower and changed clothes, Zhang Jianghe, who had been waiting for him in the living room, finally couldn't help but ask, "What have you been doing all day?" Robert said that you only went out after answering a phone call, and there are all kinds of people in Shanghai, so don't be foolish about everything!"

Zhang Jianghe's words sounded like he was worrying about Tang Cheng, but he was actually using Tang Cheng's words, and when Tang Cheng heard this, he just grinned. "Uncle Zhang, don't mention that I'm worried, I know that there are a lot of capable people in Shanghai, but they want to set up a set for me, and their ability may not be so great. Don't forget, I'm a dogskin plaster, and it's not easy to tear it off if you stick to me, and you have to stick a layer of flesh to tear it off. When Tang Cheng said this, he deliberately winked at Zhang Jianghe, and his expression looked very funny.

"You kid, it's just a boiled duck, the meat is blocked, and the mouth is hard." Zhang Jianghe, who couldn't cry or laugh, glared at Tang Cheng. I have been living here for more than half a month, and Zhangjianghe has basically lost contact with the outside world, especially with Shanghai Station. It's not in a hurry, that's a lie, but Zhang Jianghe also knows that his actions will not change now, even if he contacts Shanghai Station, I'm afraid that nothing can be done. Xu was aware of the loneliness in Zhang Jianghe's eyes, and Tang Cheng, who was wiping his hair with a towel, sat down on the sofa beside Zhang Jianghe.

"Uncle Zhang, don't think about the matter of Shanghai Station. Nanjing has already sent people to Shanghai. Your only task now is to recuperate from your injuries, and when you are healed, we will go back to Nanjing. "There are too many inside stories in Nanjing's dispatch to replace Zhang Jianghe in this matter, even Tang Cheng, who secretly keeps in touch with Nanjing, doesn't know much, so in the face of Zhang Jianghe at this moment, Tang Cheng can't say much.

"I remember last time you said that Nanjing sent a retaliation team to Shanghai, but why didn't I see the news in the newspaper that the Japanese were retaliated against?" Zhang Jianghe immediately took the initiative to change the topic, mentioning the revenge team that Tang Cheng had said, he had been paying attention to the news in the newspaper every day for the past few days, but he had not seen any relevant news published in the newspaper.

"That's what you say! I don't know much, as if they were planning to operate in Hongkou District. Later, it may be that the Shanghai station reported the matter of the izakaya in Hongkou District to the Nanjing headquarters, and the Nanjing side temporarily suspended the action of the retaliation team. It seems that someone from above is speaking, not wanting to anger the Japanese too much, and the Nanjing side is also acting according to orders. Zhang Jianghe asked about this matter, Tang Cheng only knew some scratch about it, and when he knew the result, Tang Cheng was also very angry for a while.

Zhang Jianghe was also a little annoyed by this result, the friction between China and Japan has been around for a long time, and the secret battle between the Shanghai station and the special high school has long been not a secret matter in Shanghai. Zhang Jianghe was not satisfied by the fact that his party was ambushed by the Japanese in the concession, and that some people in the top echelons would interrupt the retaliatory action against the special high school on the grounds that they would not anger the Japanese.

"Forget it, Uncle Zhang, the faces of the big men above have long been like this. Don't be too upset, the Japanese who secretly planned the ambush has been killed by me. By the way, I also killed so many Japanese officers to relieve your hatred, and we will not suffer a loss in this fight. Tang Cheng didn't dare to persuade too much, for fear that Zhang Jianghe's head would be hot and he would tell himself his secret identity, and when the time came, it would be difficult for him to deal with it. Tang Cheng's consolation made Zhang Jianghe nod helplessly, since it was someone in the top level who spoke, I am afraid that no one will mention this matter in the future.

After dinner, Tang Cheng accompanied Zhang Jianghe in the study as usual to play chess and chat, but today's Zhang Jianghe chess style is very sharp, and he won several games in succession. "No, no, do you think it's fun for you to play chess like this? Why do you have to kill me every time, and I only have one veteran left? Tang Cheng, who had lost chess continuously, began to play tricks, stretched out his hand to stir up the chessboard, and rejected Zhang Jianghe's proposal to play another game.

Tang Cheng's tricks made Zhang Jianghe smoke a cigarette very satisfied, and Tang Cheng finally had the vitality of a young man at this moment, which reminded Zhang Jianghe of his pair of children. "What you said yesterday, I thought carefully about it last night, Chongqing is Chongqing, and it's good to go over Nanjing and be put into logistics as an idle job. It's just that the deputy stationmaster you said seems to be a little hanging, and the director's temper is not easy to talk to. Halfway through a cigarette, Zhang Jianghe suddenly brought up yesterday's topic.

Zhang Jianghe's sudden statement made Tang Cheng overjoyed, and it seemed that his persuasion these days was not useless. "Uncle Zhang, you can rest assured, before I came to Shanghai, I told your director. I think your director is very talkative, just a deputy stationmaster, as long as I can come up with a bargaining chip that interests your director, it is not impossible for you to be the stationmaster. ”

Tang Cheng behaved so confidently, Zhang Jianghe was confused at the moment, he really couldn't think of how his own director, who didn't like to smile, could talk to the kid with a hippie smile in front of him about the conditions. What is the inside story, Tang Cheng naturally can't say anything more to Zhang Jianghe, but since Zhang Jianghe has already made the decision to go to Chongqing at this moment, there are some things that Tang Cheng still needs to explain to Zhang Jianghe in advance. "Uncle Zhang, don't be too happy, your deputy stationmaster went to Chongqing, and he was only responsible for searching for Japanese spies, and the stationmaster of Chongqing Station was also responsible for other things."

Tang Cheng's sentence is not very clear, but Zhang Jianghe has also understood that he, the deputy stationmaster, is only a deputy with a single position, and the specific work is only to search for Japanese spies lurking in Chongqing, and as for other affairs of the Chongqing station, the stationmaster of the Chongqing station is still in charge. "I understand, I'm just a deputy stationmaster, and I'm actually doing the work of the head of the operations section!" Zhang Jianghe thought clearly, but Tang Cheng's answer made Zhang Jianghe almost spurt out a mouthful of old blood.

"Uncle Zhang, you have it! You're still beautiful! You, the deputy stationmaster, are not doing the work of the head of the operations section, at most the work of the head of the action, which is similar to when you were in the Nanjing headquarters before. It's just that you, the captain of the operation, do the work of the captain, but you get the treatment of the deputy stationmaster. Tang Cheng's answer made Zhang Jianghe very shocked, and then he reached out and lifted the chessboard, and went back to his room to sleep angrily, which made Tang Cheng hide in the study and laugh for a while.

At midnight, Tang Cheng, dressed in black, quietly left his residence and walked quickly down the street around the intersection in front of him, and saw Bowman's car parked on the side of the road. "Let's go, let's go to the first address first, if all goes well, maybe we can clean up all the remaining targets in an hour." After getting into the car, Bowman gave Tang Cheng a piece of paper, and after reading it, Tang Cheng chose the first address.