"Do it tonight?"

In the director's office at Ji'e Lane in Nanjing, behind the large blue desk, Dai Yunong's hand holding the microphone was unusually stable.

"Yes, boss," a deep but determined voice came from the microphone, "the magpie has received a warning from Nanking, and the Communists may have smelled a little. Personally, I don't think it can be delayed any longer. ”

"Okay, the patrol room and the Japanese, have you thought about it?" Dai Yunong warned a few things to pay attention to.

"The patrol house will not interfere, we can't guarantee it on the Japanese side, but as long as the action is carried out quickly enough, the Japanese should not immediately rush into the concession, after all, this is the territory of foreigners." The voice in the microphone is still confident.

"Be thoughtful and don't make any mistakes." Dai Yunong finally admonished and put down the microphone.

Shen was drunk, from the first time he saw this young man, he knew that this was the person he had been looking for: young, intelligent, and skilled.

What's more, his eyes are always calm, and nothing seems to make his mood fluctuate in the slightest.

In the huge secret service, there may only be one or two people who can compare with him: Chen Gongshu, or, Geng Chaozhong?

No, Geng Chaozhong is still a little too reckless, after this incident, he must give him a little warning, or a beating.

......

Geng Chaozhong didn't know what Dai Yunong had to say to him in his heart, and even if he knew, he wouldn't care, recklessness was his protective color, and it was also an excuse for his mistake - he would never tear off this layer of color that was covered outside before it was really exposed.

Now he was strolling along the Pétain Road at six o'clock in the evening, wearing a black trench coat he had just purchased, and the collar was high and tucked up to cover most of his face—of course, even through the collar, only a foreign face with a high nose could be seen.

Wandering, Geng Chaozhong seemed to casually walk into a nearby French foreign firm - the French Concession, which is the base camp of the gang organization, where Huang Jinrong and Du Yuesheng both made their careers, of course, there is also the biggest convenience here, that is, the control of guns and ammunition is relatively relaxed.

As long as you have money, you can buy what you want at any French house on Petain Road or Chauffy Road.

Geng Chaozhong is now walking in such a foreign firm.

"What do you want, sir?" In the shop, a short and fat Frenchman in suspenders greeted Geng Chaozhong warmly.

"This," Geng Chaozhong stretched out his hand and gestured to a figure, "the more powerful, the better." ”

"Oh, sir, you're in the wrong place, we are a regular foreign company, and my education doesn't allow me to do such things." The fat French man spread his hands and made a helpless expression.

"I understand," Geng Chaozhong nodded, and then took out five dollar bills from his arms, "I think this money should be able to pay for all your education expenses from elementary school to college." ”

"You really know me," the short and fat man smiled on his smooth face, and he glanced warily outside, then whispered, "You come with me." ”

Follow the French fat man into the backyard of the shop, push open a secret door, and a beautiful new world appears in front of Geng Chaozhong's eyes.

On the shelves as high as more than one person, a dazzling array of rifles, submachine guns, pistols, grenades and other standard munitions flashed with a swarthy light, and in the dim light, Geng Chaozhong even saw several of the latest light and heavy machine guns lying in the corner.

"Italian Perlino 1908, Madsen light machine gun, Lewis submachine gun, oh, let me see what this is," Geng Chaozhong, speaking proficient English, picked up a brand-new roulette light machine gun, "Chicago typewriter, or the latest model from 1928, boss, I think I know you too late." ”

The fat man shrugged his shoulders and pulled the suspenders on his shoulders by the way, the guy with an American accent in front of him didn't seem to be a rookie.

"Which ones do you want?" The French had a bit of arrogance on their faces.

In the entire French Concession, his own Louis foreign firm is the most well-equipped, there is no one, he has the confidence that customers can definitely choose the right thing from here.

"Typewriters, two, Colt grenades, ten, these Brownings, let's match three!" Geng Chaozhong pointed to a few objects in front of him, "By the way, the ammunition needs at least two standard units." ”

"Are you going to rob a bank?!"

The fat man jumped up at once, he wanted so many at once, and all of them were melee weapons, he couldn't think of what kind of action needed this kind of firepower!

"No, no, no, you misunderstood," Geng Chaozhong waved his hand, "I'm just a firearms enthusiast, and most of these things I want to buy are for appreciation." Robbing a bank? Sorry, I'm a bank owner. ”

"Really?" The fat man glanced at Geng Chaozhong with vigilant eyes.

"If you don't feel at ease, you can completely foil all the stamps on the guns, don't worry, I have time." Geng Chaozhong also followed the example of a fat man, shrugged his shoulders, and then sat down on the chair next to him.

"A thousand dollars." The fat man didn't sit down, and directly called out the offer.

"Man, you're going to lose a big patron." Geng Chaozhong stood up, and under his trench coat, a double-headed eagle badge flashed away.

Chicago typewriters, Colt grenades, double-headed eagle badges, the fat man seems to suddenly understand something.

"Seven hundred dollars, looking forward to working with you next time." The French spoke again.

"Okay," Geng Chaozhong said cheerfully, "but the next time I work together, I may choose another manager." ”

"Wait." The fat man's expression suddenly froze, but he was not the only manager in the foreign bank.

"Oh?" Geng Chaozhong looked at him with a smile that seemed to be not a smile.

"For five hundred dollars, I can also give you two additional grenades and ammunition." The fat man's face showed a look of pain.

"Deal." Geng Chaozhong took out a stack of colorful banknotes from his arms and handed them to the fat man.

The fat man's face finally showed a satisfied smile, he touched the banknote in his hand, and said earnestly: "Do you want to pack it?" Where is it shipped to? ”

"No," Geng Chaozhong waved his hand, "I'm here, not going anywhere." ”

With that, he picked up a Chicago typewriter next to him and began to reload his bullets.

"No, it's not in order," said the Frenchman, with a somewhat anxious look on his face, "I can find you a hotel, and you can do whatever you want." ”

With a click, the typewriter was loaded, and the jet-black muzzle was aimed at the chest of the Frenchman,

"Don't question my decision." Geng Chaozhong said slowly, and the fat man quickly closed his mouth - he had no doubt that if he dared to say half a word again, he would immediately turn into a puddle of mud on the ground.

"French, I'll only be here for a few hours, as long as you don't talk and don't go out, nothing will happen."

After Geng Chaozhong said this, he no longer spoke, but picked up the gun on the window and began to load ammunition non-stop, familiarizing himself with the performance of the gun.

The fat man looked at the American in front of him with a pale face, and his hand quietly reached under the table, where there was an alarm bell that went straight to the patrol room.

"You'd better put your hand back, otherwise, I don't guarantee what will happen in the next moment."

The cold voice sounded again, and the Frenchman was so desperate that he suddenly spread himself on the ground and seemed to be transformed into a corpse.

Time seemed to freeze, two hours passed, maybe three, maybe longer, and suddenly there were sporadic gunshots outside, but soon, like an illusion, the gunshots quickly disappeared, and after another half an hour, the Americans in front of them seemed to prick up their ears and listen to the movement outside.

There was the sound of cars passing by, as well as some slightly suppressed voices that seemed to be struggling and roaring.

Geng Chaozhong closed his eyes and silently calculated the time—Petain Road, about 500 meters away from Fangbang Middle Road, where the second group was located, and in ten minutes, all those who were caught would be escorted there—if he was not mistaken.