Liang Hong came out of the Clover Restaurant, and it was already late at night.

The biggest takeaway from this trip was to get in touch with the Irish Fennia Society. Driven by the common good, he can do a lot in the white world with the help of this decades-old organization. There was a case in front of me, selling explosive powder to various mines in Johannesburg.

Nobel jelly, also known as new Dana in Europe, is different from Dana, which was invented by Nobel in the sixties, that is, diatomaceous earth nitroglycerin. The New Dana is now billed as a pound pound, and the standard price of the New Dana in Europe is a pound pound. In Johannesburg, due to the huge Boer tariffs, the new Dana became a pound and two pounds, and the price doubled entirely. Under the terms of the deal agreed with Douglas, he sold it to Fenian for a pound and a pound. The manufacturing cost of the base is less than a dollar per pound, which is converted into less than a tenth of a pound, and the cash transaction is only obtained in the real world.

With the money, Liang Hong can invest in the real world, such as building Ryan's radio transmitter. The radio transmitter allows him to remotely command the inflexible biochemical soldiers.

The streets were quiet at night, and even the prostitutes who stood on the street to solicit customers had gone home, and there were hardly any pedestrians to be seen, except for the occasional wandering drunk.

The rustling of footsteps, faint, did not come from his feet, but behind him, and accompanied him for a long time. Liang Hong's ear voice is very keen, and in the quiet of the night, he can hear far away.

Someone is following, it's not just intuition, it's also the training that has been given. Liang Hong didn't know who was behind or how many there were. This is not their own territory, and the other side may have reinforcements at any time, and if they openly clash, even if they can get out temporarily, they will be in trouble.

In front, the shining lights of the Golden Carriage Inn could already be seen, and Liang Hong did not go in, but walked to the more remote street next to him. The identity cannot be exposed, so that another choice can be made, if you can't get rid of it, you can only fight to the death.

The pace of his footsteps was the same as before, like a night returnee walking home. The footsteps behind him are still the same, not light, not heavy, not hurried, and the other party is also very patient. Liang Hong thought as he walked, and as time went on, the possibility of an official background increased. If it was a local dark organization, it would have rushed up and caught people first. But which official force is ready to break the Separatist group of British, or is it the local snake Boers?

In confrontation with the authorities, it is necessary to remain silent, hit a blow and then erase the trace. So he kept moving forward, he couldn't make a detour, he couldn't turn back, otherwise he might be noticed by the person who was following him. On the way, he once pretended to bend down to tie his shoelaces and observed behind him, and followed two people, one tall and one short, both dressed in black, and it seemed that the tracking was premeditated.

On the northwest edge of the city is the miners' cemetery, and at the end of the alley you can see the cremetery in front of you. This is the intersection of the last alley, and there is no longer any hesitation, Liang Hong turned into the horizontal alley at a normal speed, and as soon as he turned around, he immediately spread his legs and ran along the alley. Soon, he heard the sound of running footsteps behind him, and the other party chased after him.

There were no pedestrians on the road, the figures running on the street were eye-catching, and the sound of footsteps could be heard far away. Running through two alleys, the tracker behind him still hasn't shaken off. Liang Hong was a little anxious, he was not familiar with this area, and he might be blocked in a dead end at any time. And he was even more worried that the other party would find a helper to block this area, and he wouldn't be able to fly out even if he had wings in at that time. The other party has time, maybe they have already seen him in the restaurant, and they can even openly search for him during the day.

Turning another alley, Liang Hong was already a little lost. At this time, I happened to see an abandoned courtyard on the side of the road, and the broken earthen wall was enough to cover the figure. Running two steps and striding into the yard.

As soon as he squatted down by the earthen wall, he heard the sound of running in the alley approaching, and then continued to run forward from outside the courtyard wall.

If the tracker continues to chase after him, maybe today's matter will be over, and Liang Hong will start to think about whether to leave Joburg early after he returns.

"No, there's no sound in front, this person didn't run far."

The tracker outside the wall stopped and began to communicate in Dutch.

"Then search the neighborhood, and if you don't find it, notify the police to send troops." Another voice responded.

"There's a yard here, you guard the intersection, I'll go first and have a look."

As soon as the words fell, footsteps were heard at the gate of the courtyard, and someone was walking towards it.

With no other choice, Liang Hong picked up the revolver in his hand and quietly pressed down the hammer at the end of the gun. The short-barreled Colt single-handed pistol was specially produced before it came out this time in order to make it easier to carry around.

Hold your breath and hide in the shadows in the corner.

The footsteps became farther and closer, and finally a figure appeared at the gate of the courtyard, a short fellow, and even a pistol in his hand.

The silence was shattered by the sound of gunfire, and the light of the guns sprayed out of the muzzles in the dark night was particularly striking. Liang Hong saw that his short body was shaking as if he had been hit hard, and pointed the pistol at himself as he shook it. Quickly depress the hammer and pull the trigger again.

The two pistols were fired one after the other, one of the bullets hitting the body, while the other fell on its back, and the bullets flew in unknown directions.

Outside the courtyard, there was another footstep, and another one came. Liang Hong didn't have time to inspect the results of the battle, so he picked up the pistol on the ground and dodged into another darkness.

The people outside did not come in, only heard a few calls by name, which should have belonged to his companion.

Bang, a loud gunshot. Who is this firing on? Liang Hong immediately understood that the other party was shooting into the air, so the gunshots would be so loud. Damn, it's a gunshot alarm.

He can't wait any longer, time is not on his side, and the other side's reinforcements may arrive soon. I looked around the yard, it was very dilapidated, and there were only a few bricks on the ground.

Boom! There was a sound of landing outside the wall, and Liang Hong knew that it was a brick, and he was gambling.

He poked his head out of the gap, along with the muzzle of the gun in his hand. He saw that the tall man was turning around, and the muzzle of the gun was turning this way.

The two guns rang out almost at the same time, and Liang Hong knew that he probably didn't hit, and when he pulled the trigger, his man had already begun to squat. Bullets flew over the scalp, and it was good, the other side shot, and he was half successful.

When he picked up the short pistol, he noticed that it was a one-handed robbery. He was gambling just now, and the bet that the other party was also a one-handed robbery. He shot the gun he had picked up, with his left hand.

Without the slightest hesitation, the moment the bullet flew by, his head poked out again, as well as the Colt pistol in his right hand.

Outside the courtyard walls, tall men were busy pressing down on the hammer.

Liang Hong's gun went off, and this time he had a little more confidence, although he still dodged back quickly, but it was after pulling the trigger.

The guns outside the wall also rang out, louder than the guns he shot, and Liang Hong knew that he had hit, and the opponent's bullets should have shot into the sky again.

The tall man lay on the ground, his trembling arms trying to point the gun at him.

The gunshots rang out again, one, two, and each time the gunshots rang out, Liang Hong saw the people on the ground twitch.

Approach the dying person, calmly replenish the gun, and then search out the arms for documents and other items. Looking at the other party's desperate eyes and shooting at close range, it required unusual coldness, Liang Hong felt that the bullets fired seemed to shatter the remaining hesitation in his heart together.