When Szeto Meitang walked out of the gate of the hall, he saw the inconspicuous-looking carriage parked on the side of the road. Two big men www.biquge.info, one white and one black, in black coats with the brim of their top hats pulled low, stood on either side of the door, their eyes fixed on the door of the guild hall - Situ Meitang felt that the target of these two guys was himself. A feeling of uneasiness immediately appeared in his heart.

Guys in black coats, who are usually dangerous, or perceived as dangerous - gangsters and gangsters of all kinds like to hide their weapons in their overcoats, in the past it was a repeating rifle with a severed barrel or butt, or a double-barreled shotgun, but now many people are trying to hide a "debaucher" submachine gun with the butt folded in, and the latest shotgun from the Grand Viper Weapons Company - After hearing or even witnessing stories of people suddenly lifting their coats and pulling out a submachine gun or shotgun and firing at the crowd, it is natural for people to associate "overcoat men" with "dangerous gangsters".

Of course, this is not common in Boston, and in the Northeast as a whole, but Szeto has been to many places and happens to be one of those people who have seen such firefights with his own eyes. Finally, he is also a gang leader with an instinctive sensitivity to these stories.

So he was also apprehensive about the guys in the overcoats - and now, two guys in black coats were standing less than a hundred yards away from him. If there is a "debaucher" with a hundred rounds of drums hidden inside their overcoats, they can always raise the muzzle of their guns and sweep him into a sieve.

Situ Meitang stopped and began to consider whether to return to the clan hall or move on. He didn't think about making the first move, not because he didn't think of it, but because that approach was extremely inappropriate: in a big city like Boston, which is located in the east, just getting involved in a shootout on the street can already cause a lot of trouble, and if this shootout is still provoked by the gunman in the court, then the seriousness of the matter can even make Qin Lang feel a headache.

Of course, the magic little green piece of paper can solve many problems, but it cannot solve all problems, after all, he has many enemies, and many of them have ample funds that can buy the courts, the judiciary, and the press; There are also racists who are hostile to the Chinese, and there is no doubt that they are happy to regain the glory and confidence they lost with Qin Lang in another Chinese.

Once the situation develops to that extent, only Qin Lang has the ability to help him solve the trouble, but Situ Meitang doesn't want to disturb Qin Lang for the time being-he wants to establish a solid relationship with someone like Qin Lang instead of cheap cannon fodder that can be replaced at any time, Zhi Gongtang must show strong enough strength and must bring reasonable benefits to both parties, and not get into trouble from having to ask Qin Lang to come forward in the first place.

Nothing comes without a price.

So now, go back or go forward, you can only choose one of them. What reassured Situ Meitang was that his bodyguards were already on high alert, their eyes all focused on the two dangerous elements, and their hands were hidden in their clothes. As soon as those two guys made any unusual moves, a dozen guns would be pointed at them......

Wait a minute.

Situ Meitang suddenly realized that the kind of excitement he had imagined would never happen: the object of his vigilance was walking towards him, and at the same time raising his right hand to take off his hat, while his left hand remained exposed. Obviously, they had no intention of pulling a submachine gun or shotgun out of their coats, but they just came over to ...... Message.

They are just messengers.

"Mr. Szeto." The white man spoke first. His pronunciation of the word "Situ" is accurate, nothing more than the pronunciation of northern official dialect - but in any case, it is always a miracle for a Westerner to be able to accurately pronounce the syllable of a Chinese surname and not read it as something else, "The boss wants to see you." ”

"Boss? Who? Situ Meitang was confused for a while, not understanding which big man his boss was. However, he soon remembered that in the whole of the United States, only one big man known to others as "The Boss" used the Northern Mandarin pronunciation instead of Cantonese or Hokkien, "Qin ......"

Before he could utter that syllable completely, the black man interrupted him. "The boss's carriage is waiting for you, Mr. Situ."

He was hiding Qin Lang's identity. Szeto Meitang understood what black people meant. Obviously, Qin Lang didn't want more people to know that he was in Boston and what he was going to the city for. A stealthy operation, but it was not surprising: for Qin Lang, if he didn't want to be caught by a group of reporters, he had to do his best to hide his whereabouts.

He's a big guy, so there's a lot of trouble that only big guys have......

Situ Meitang shook his emotion out of his brain and nodded to the two messengers. "I'll go over at once." He turned to his bodyguards, "You guys, all go back." ”

"Big guy—"

"All back." Situ Meitang gave the order in an unquestionable tone, then ignored his bodyguards and separated them and walked towards the carriage. By the time he got there, the two messengers had already scrambled back to their starting position, and the white man pulled the door open for him.

The moment the car door opened, Situ Meitang was stunned again: Qin Lang was in the car. But he soon came to his senses, straightened his clothes, and got into the carriage. The doors slammed shut, and the carriage began to move forward.

"Where are we going, Mr. Qin?" Situ Meitang asked.

"We don't need to go anywhere," Qin Lang replied, "This carriage goes around the city in circles until the end of our conversation." ”

"Oh."

The next moment, there was a sudden silence in the carriage: Situ Meitang didn't seem to know what to say, and Qin Lang didn't seem to have any intention of stirring up the topic in the first place. The two of them didn't say a word, looked at each other quietly, and didn't make any movements, letting the time pass slowly little by little.

Then Situ Meitang broke the silence. "Mr. Qin, the way you chose to meet is really special. And your guards, they turned out to be dressed in a different way. ”

"I can't let anyone know I'm in Boston, and I can't let them see any clues." Qin Lang explained, and then smiled, "Your bodyguard is too nervous. ”

"They won't fire first," Situ Meitang also smiled, "I warned them not to get into any trouble. ”

"Warnings don't always work. Your bodyguard lacks training, and stress can easily make them nervous, and nervousness can lead to mistakes, and mistakes can lead to trouble. ”

"So, how many bodyguards should I change?."

"No, you need a good lawyer who is talented and influential. If you don't mind, I can recommend you a few. "Of course, definitely not Franklin. Draenau. Roosevelt. The future four presidents of the United States are now only seventeen years old and have not yet entered Harvard University, but more importantly, he should be Umbrella's lawyer.

The best option should be kept to yourself.

Qin Lang smiled secretly, waiting for Situ Meitang to say "thank you" to him, and then continued: "Now we can get into the topic. First, though, you have to remember my words: Today, you didn't talk to me, you didn't meet me, and I didn't come to Boston. ”

"I understand." Situ Meitang nodded, but he was actually confused. Things are unusual. If Qin Lang just wanted to avoid reporters or Boston financiers, there was no need for him to hide his tracks so extremely—it seemed that he wanted to avoid everyone's eyes and ears. Why?

"You must wonder why I'm so extreme in hiding my whereabouts." As if guessing what Situ Meitang was thinking, Qin Lang smiled, "I can tell you that what we are going to talk about is an extremely important matter, which must be kept strictly secret, if it is leaked, someone will die because of it." ”

"Yes...... What's the matter? Situ Meitang had some hesitation: if the secret was leaked, the person who would die would definitely not be Qin Lang, but he would use all means to prevent others from connecting the secret with him, and the easiest way to do this was to silence everyone who knew about it forever. Situ Meitang knew very well that once their conversation was over, it meant that his life was hanging by a thread.

Still, he decided to continue the conversation. The reason is almost obvious, if he still wants to maintain a cooperative relationship with Qin Lang and still wants to continue to get his support, then there is no other choice.

Moreover, one thing could lead to the suicide of all those who knew - thinking of this new word that Qin Lang told him, Situ Meitang couldn't help but laugh secretly; Being killed is a very funny thing, and as a gang leader who has the ability and spirit to start a career on his own, an ambitious adventurer, he is also interested in it.

A dangerous and deadly challenge, exciting and worth looking forward to.

However, Qin Lang still maintains his old appearance, preferring to beat around the bush rather than be straightforward. "Are you, or a member of one of your organizations, still connected to the Nanyang and Chinese Hui Parties? It doesn't have to be a direct connection, it can be an indirect connection, or even the kind of indirect connection that goes around a lot of bends. ”

"Yes." Situ Meitang affirmed, "There are both direct and indirect. Although some are already rusty, they can be recovered in a short period of time. ”

"So, how many of these relationships can get in touch with Formosa?"

"Formosa? Mr. Qin, it is now occupied by the Japanese. ”

"Yes. Can your relationship do it? ”

"Do your best, yes."

Qin Lang was satisfied with his answer and smiled again. "Last question, how sure are you that through these connections, you will be able to transport some dangerous goods to Formosa and avoid the Japanese blockade, while not letting anyone associate those things with you?"

Situ Meitang thought about it for a while. "It's difficult, but it can be done. But......" he thought of something, but wasn't quite sure, "what dangerous goods are you going to send to Formosa?" ”

"Munitions."

"Munitions!" Despite some premonitions, Situ Meitang was so surprised that he almost bounced off his seat - if it weren't for the height of the carriage that didn't allow him to do so, he might have really stood up - Qin Lang actually planned to transport arms to Formosa? What could be more incredible? Anyone who knew him knew, and he had always emphasized, that he had no interest in supporting the people of Formosa in their anti-Japanese struggle, and yet he was going to do so now......

Situ Meitang would love to go back to this morning to see if the sun had risen in the west. In addition, it was difficult for him to find a suitable reason to explain Qin Lang's changes. For it is a well-known fact that no one has so far succeeded in persuading him to change his mind; If he changes his mind, it must be his own will. However, no matter how you look at it, Qin Lang doesn't look like the kind of person who has the potential to change his mind.

Something special must have happened. Situ Meitang guessed, wondering the answer.

Unfortunately, Qin Lang still looked careless. "In my opinion, will your reaction be too violent?"

"It's hard not to be thrilled by the news you've told me, Mr. Qin." Situ Meitang said, "In fact, no patriotic Chinese will be indifferent when they hear this news. ”

If you knew about my plan, you wouldn't be excited. Qin Lang thought that his expression did not change at all. "You don't even know what I want to do."

"Isn't it to supply arms to the resistance in Formosa?" Situ Meitang replied, "You obviously don't want to sell those arms to the Japanese -- you don't need to go around in such a big circle to sell arms to the Japanese. ”

"You're right on that point, what I want to do is really to supply arms to the anti-Japanese forces, not to sell them to the Japanese - although I have always been interested in being the sole supplier of light weapons to the Japanese Empire." Qin Lang shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, "It's a pity that the Japanese government chose to design and manufacture weapons by itself. ”

"You're really joking, Mr. Qin."

"That's not a joke, Mr. Szeto. Monopolizing the global arms market is the dream of every arms dealer and, unfortunately, only a dream. ”

The reality has always been cruel and disappointing, just like Qin Lang's plan. People like Situ Meitang will either not be able to see his goal for the time being, or they will never be able to see his goal. They thought he would support the righteous actions of the people of Formosa against the Japanese occupation forces, but this was just too much of a fantasy to be.

All Qin Lang needed was a turbulent Formosa, which the Japanese could not occupy and rule effectively in a stable manner, for his and Morgan's new plan—for profit.

His mind never changed.

In this world, in the past, present, and foreseeable future of mankind, and even more distant times, the sun will never rise from anywhere but in the east. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )