Christian actually also worked as a western cowboy.
Although his performance is not very good and he is not famous, at least he has played with guns.
In the West, staying alive counts as something good.
The problem is that at this moment, he can't understand Zhang Yong's operation.
Zhang Yong does not seem to be a professional.
The route he chose was very strange. It was incompatible with what he had imagined.
However, the final result seemed to be ideal. He successfully got behind the target without the target noticing.
Can you shoot?
The distance is more than 130 meters. The view is good.
At such a distance, using a rifle should be able to easily kill the target.
Christian thinks he can do it too.
Zhang Yong's men seem to have scopes?
That's even simpler.
Just one shot...
However, Zhang Yong did not order the shooting.
He's still moving forward.
Quietly.
He actually found the target about fifty meters away.
This distance is very close. The slightest movement may attract the target's attention.
"what are you up to?"
Christian didn't understand. He wanted to speak, but he held back.
At this moment, you cannot speak. Otherwise, the target may hear you. Some enemies have very sensitive ears.
Zhang Yong gestured.
Three people were left staring at the target while the others moved on.
Continue closer to the second target.
Then the third, the fourth, the fifth...
Five goals in total.
All have guns.
so……
"Snapped!"
"Snapped!"
Gunshots rang out almost simultaneously.
All five targets were killed. All were hit by more than three bullets.
No one alive.
I want to catch him alive, but unfortunately I don’t have the conditions.
The target has weapons. If he is not dead, he will definitely fight back.
Never underestimate the tenacity of your enemy.
Only the complete death of the enemy can eliminate the threat.
Christian:???
All killed?
So cruel.
Not even a living mouth.
This Zhang Yong is really difficult to deal with.
He doesn't need to be alive at all. You don't even have a chance to bargain.
That's what I'm afraid of.
Either ask for money.
Or die.
Zhang Yong came up to inspect the body.
Nothing was found except a shell gun.
The weapons used by these five traitors were all shell guns. The quality was quite good.
Unfortunately, they all died.
You can't ask for information if you're dead.
Give up.
not give a damn about.
Small shrimp.
"I've seen this man..." Christian said suddenly.
"Yeah." Zhang Yong nodded and didn't care.
Probably the one responsible for spying on Christian. Of course he knows him.
Those who are responsible for tracking tasks are at the bottom. They have no luck. He is too lazy to bother.
One hundred thousand dollars were given away, but the small change was looked down upon.
"No, I mean, he's not just any guy. He's a businessman."
"What businessman?"
"It seems to be the owner of a foreign company. Yes. Manchang Foreign Company."
"Where?"
"I forgot the name of the street. But, I will take you there."
"good."
Zhang Yong led his men into action.
If a shot was fired, I was worried that it would attract the intervention of the French army. Or the patrol would send someone to check.
As a result, it didn't.
It seems that Tilanqiao Prison is a place outside the law by default.
Sifulati, a magic stick, seems to have a good influence in the French Concession. Others dare not offend him easily.
Come to Masnan Road.
The foreign company that Christian mentioned is right here.
Looking around, Zhang Yong was a little curious. This side of Masnan Road does not seem to be a business district. Do you open a foreign business?
I quickly found Manchang Foreign Company.
The door is locked and empty.
The map shows that there is no one inside, but there are gold signs and weapon signs.
"Are you sure this is where it is?"
"right."
"Get in!"
Zhang Yong waved his hand.
Someone immediately came forward and used technology to unlock the door.
File in.
Sure enough, there was no one inside.
However, there is a radio station on the counter.
Huh?
Radio?
Just put it on the counter?
no……
So unscrupulous?
Just put the radio on the counter? Then no one is there?
Depend on!
The traitor is really arrogant!
We are not afraid of outsiders knowing that there is a radio station here!
Subconsciously, I reached out and touched it.
The radio station is cold.
However, since it was placed on the counter, it must have been used before.
Maybe due to some special reasons, I didn't have time to put it away. As a result, they saw it as soon as they entered the door.
Next to the radio station, there is a standard telegraph newspaper and half a pencil.
Pick up the telegraph newspaper and examine it against the light.
Huh? Are there pen marks on it?
Carefully tear off the newspaper and put it into your pocket.
Vaguely, Zhang Yong felt that the content might be displayed on the portable space.
It was like this last time too...
Sure enough, there seemed to be a flash of white light. The traces on the telegraph newspaper became clear.
Take it out and read the contents clearly.
There are two paragraphs.
The first paragraph is "Zhang Yong took away the Americans".
The second paragraph is "quick kill".
Turn your head sideways.
think.
It is judged that the first paragraph is the telegram sent out and the second paragraph is the telegram received.
The American should be Christian.
He should also be the target of a quick kill.
Maybe this traitor reported to Kawashima Yoshiko? Then he got the order to kill him quickly. So he didn't dare to neglect, and hurried out without even setting up the radio. Then he died under his Zhang Yong's gun. Everything was over.
.
wrong……
not end yet……
Yoshiko Kawashima is still waiting for a call back!
Give her a call back?
Tell her that the Americans have been killed?
Ha ha!
Let her be happy first.
However, there is no code book. I rummaged through the boxes and found nothing.
Damn...
Without the code book, the telegram cannot be sent.
frown……
Where will the codebook be?
The radio stations are placed on the counter. Why not put the code pad on the counter as well?
Alas, I had to give up.
I went to look for the gold mark. I found a small box of gold bars. They were all small gold bars. There were fifty of them.
Immediately cheer up and swallow the small gold bar.
I went to look for the weapon sign and found a dozen more shell guns. They were all of good quality and had plenty of bullets.
I continued to rummage through boxes and cabinets, but unfortunately, I found nothing else.
I had no choice but to withdraw from the team angrily.
This foreign company was abandoned. So I called Shi Bingdao and asked him to arrange for someone to clear out the goods inside.
There are a lot of goods in the foreign company. After taking it back, we will use what can be used. What cannot be used is piled in the warehouse. Maybe it will be used in the future. Since it is the property of the traitor, of course all will be confiscated. Not even a receipt is issued.
This is what the webmaster achieved in dealing with Mu Lian.
At the same time, take the radio station away and give it to Qiao Qingzi.
This is Kawashima Yoshiko's radio station. I wonder if the Japanese have any records?
If not, it could be used to fake the Japanese navy radio station. Even if Yoshiko Kawashima noticed it, she would not dare to tell the truth.
Just as I put down the phone, suddenly the red light on the radio station flashed.
Huh? Flashing?
Got a telegram?
Zhang Yong waved his hand. Immediately someone put on the earphones and began to receive the telecommunications code.
As a result, the telecom code was accepted quickly. There were only seven groups. It should be one sentence. It may be Yoshiko Kawashima asking about the results of the operation. But I am not sure. Because it cannot be deciphered. Without a code book, I can only stare at the code. Completely
I do not know what that means.
I tried putting the code into the portable space, but nothing happened.
Obviously, the system is not responsible for cracking the password. It does not have that ability. It can only reluctantly restore it or something.
In the end, it still has to be deciphered manually. Turing will do...
Arranged properly.
Soon, someone drove three Stypunk cars.
According to Zhang Yong's request, the three Stypunks were polished and polished. All imported wax was used. The car bodies were so shiny that people's silhouettes could be reflected on them.
"Let's go!"
"Thanks."
Christian gets in the car.
Something feels vaguely wrong. This car is too luxurious.
Do you need such a luxurious car to take yourself to the port?
The convoy left Masnan Road.
Christian suddenly realized something was wrong.
This is not the way to the dock.
Looking sideways at Zhang Yong.
"I'll take you to the Peace Hotel."
"peace restaurant?"
"right."
"What are you doing there?"
"Announce your identity gracefully."
"What?"
"Do you want to go back in obscurity?"
"But, if I am exposed..."
"You just said that you have discovered incredible wealth in the Inca Kingdom and are waiting for people who are destined to participate in its development."
"I……"
"There's no way a rat can become a state legislator."
"I……"
Christian was silent.
He understood what Zhang Yong meant.
Zhang Yong wanted him to reveal his identity and become a real figure.
Indeed, what Zhang Yong needs is not a shady mouse.
What he needs is a bright, promising young man who is also rich in money. He can bring dreams to many people.
Then, let the dream suffocate...
Ah, of course not. It is to attract more people to cooperate and share the cake together.
"This is my plan. Listen to it."
"good."
Zhang Yong began to tell.
His plan is simple. It's packaging.
Package Christian as a young rich man with a huge fortune.
Money has always been attracted by money.
Rich people can attract rich people.
law……
Poor people cannot make money from rich people.
If you want to interact with the upper class, you must first become a member of the upper class yourself.
Breaking the rules is not the end.
The king is the one who sets the rules.
"But, I don't have any money anymore..." Christian was pitiful.
"I have." Zhang Yong replied calmly.
After a pause, he said slowly, "Actually, you don't need a lot of money. As long as you follow my instructions, someone will send money to your door soon."
"Okay." Christian said he would obey.
Zhang Yong took out a pile of francs.
Now, these francs that he despised have finally become heroes.
By the way, he really has many, many francs now...
“Tipping must be generous.”
"good."
Christian begins to get into character.
Just change clothes in the car.
Zhang Yong has already prepared suits, leather shoes, and ties, all of which are high-end goods.
They are all handmade in France. They are mainly high-end. With so many francs in his hand, he finally spent some of them.
Not to mention, French luxury goods are indeed unique.
Even Italian products cannot compare with France for the time being.
Christian wears a full set of French brand names, a Patek Philippe watch, and a Tiffany brooch, and he is definitely considered a first-class rich man.
The convoy arrived at the Peace Hotel. Three Stypunks lined up.
A dozen agents got out of the car first and controlled the surrounding tactical points.
Zhang Yong got off the bus.
Look around.
Deliberately let yourself be seen by everyone around you.
That's right, he wants to use his own identity to highlight Christian's existence. Let everyone believe that Christian is really a great man.
That's right. Shenhao.
A powerful man who controlled the gold reserves of the Inca Kingdom.
Rich as a country?
No, no, no, what does it mean to be rich and rival the country?
It's because you have no way of estimating how much wealth he has, because he may not even know it himself.
Will anyone believe it?
Of course not. Most people wouldn’t believe it.
There are still a majority of people with IQs.
However, these normal-thinking people are not Zhang Yong’s targets.
From now on, the target group has been filtered. People who don't believe it will naturally not have any interest in Christian.
Only those guys who are stupid and have a lot of money can fall into the trap.
In fact, it is not a game.
As long as he is willing to pay, Zhang Yong will definitely arrange a bright future for him.
In the next ten years, the world will change dramatically, and everyone who follows Zhang Yong will get enough benefits. Because the cake in the world is really big.
Entering the hotel door, the first thing is——
Give Tips!
Give Tips!
Christian spends money like water.
A lot of francs were swayed out, immediately attracting the attention of countless people.
Zhang Yong had a straight face, as if he was cold-faced, staring at everyone around him.
Many people shuddered.
Some people recognized Zhang Yong.
"It's him?"
"It's him?"
I vaguely heard someone discussing behind me.
But Zhang Yong didn't care. He walked directly to the front and booked the top floor of the entire hotel domineeringly.
Want money?
Some of them give us dollars directly.
If you want to pretend to be powerful, what can you do if you don’t have US dollars? Just throw out a bunch of US dollars.
As a result, a stack of dollars accidentally fell on the ground.
Zhang Yong glanced at them and was too lazy to pick them up, as if they didn't exist at all.
Where is Shenhao!
Can you bend down to pick up money? Just kidding!
The money that fell on the ground is no longer yours. Let it go...
Get the key. Turn around and go upstairs.
Behind him, everyone looked at each other in shock.
Immediately, everyone woke up from a dream and hurriedly picked up the dollars on the ground.
Christian threw the remaining francs into the air. Immediately more people joined in the fight and the scene became heated.
Come up to the sixth floor.
The top floor of the Peace Hotel is the sixth floor. There are six suites, all of which were booked by Zhang Yong.
The main thing is that he is a powerful person. He is not short of money.
Enter the room.
Hotel leaders came to pay their respects one after another.
Christian, with a touch of arrogance, dismissed the matter with francs.
Zhang Yong continued to play the role of the cold-faced god.
Finally, settled down.
"Zhang, is this really okay?" Christian was a little nervous.
"Okay." Zhang Yong replied calmly.
From now on, the overall situation officially begins.
A visitor is coming.
It is indeed him. He is well-informed!
"All right……"
"Here comes Rodhart."
"he?"
"Calm down."
"How did you know it was him?"
"I can predict the future."
"Yeah?"
Christian was more and more in awe.
This Zhang Yong is indeed a god! He has been around him all the time, and no one reported to him. Did he know that Rodhart was coming?
so amazing……
Sure enough, a few minutes later, someone came to report that Rodhart wanted to see him.