After a while, Tang Chao walked out of this mid- to high-end community and got into a car parked on the roadside.
The questioning process went smoothly, okay, this is nonsense. In a stable and peaceful domestic environment, the deterrent effect of handguns is still great.
In addition, I have to say that Yu Zhihong may have misunderstood the meaning of the sentence "Your daughter is very cute". In response to his inquiry, he could say everything he knew and talked endlessly. He was like pouring beans out of a bamboo tube for fear of forgetting something, racking his brains to
The whole thing was told exactly as it was.
Even if the Tang Dynasty hadn't interrupted the guidance at the right time, he would still have wanted to talk about his study experience, trying his best to prove that he was really just studying abroad, not an overseas spy...
The only shortcoming is that the results are somewhat unsatisfactory and there is very little useful information.
It was also expected. After all, he is just an ordinary person. He is not even considered a peripheral hidden line. The situation he can grasp is limited. But it is the old foreign man he calls Old Owen. If he guessed correctly, he should be a famous man.
A solid intelligence officer and quite professional.
It is this kind of experienced old intelligence agent who likes to make plans, and he likes to use this kind of "laid-out" technique. He weaves the web step by step, slowly and slowly. It seems inefficient and disorganized. But in fact, he always doesn't know what is going on later.
It comes in handy when the time comes, hitting the silent place with one hit.
What's even better is that the object being exploited often doesn't know anything about the role it plays. This basically eliminates the possibility of follow-up investigations... Anyway, the Tang Dynasty has not dug out the other party's ideas at all, and it is impossible.
Just dig it out. Not to mention knowing the name and address, how can an intelligence officer only have one identity and address?
Of course, saying this does not mean that the Tang Dynasty has no clues at all now. Although the information provided by Yu Zhihong is pitiful, there is still some information. At least, the Tang Dynasty now knows the actual identities of the two 'electricians'.
A crooked nut.
Well, it sounds like the situation is more complicated and confusing. But in addition, Tang Chao also knows another piece of information, the name of a bar.
This was what Yu Zhihong heard accidentally on the way to send the two people away. It was not that the other party was careless. In fact, the latter was careful enough. He only chatted a few words in Italian. But what they didn't know was that Yu Zhihong was there.
When I was studying in the UK, I once had a Swiss girlfriend, and Italian is one of the official languages of Switzerland.
This is also the biggest gain of Tang Dynasty's trip.
As for the name of the bar, I checked it online when I came out. Because it is in a foreign language, I didn't find a lot of chains. There is only one. It's just that the distance is a bit far. It's in the next province and city, about two hundred kilometers away.
To be honest, after considering all the above information, the Tang Dynasty's reaction was a bit confused. Two crooked nuts, hiding their heads and showing their tails, traveled hundreds of kilometers to an unfamiliar city just to set a fire... What kind of situation is this?
Mental... illness!
Complaints are complaints, but they did not affect Tang Chao's driving and speeding towards the intercity expressway. No matter what, this matter will eventually come to an end...
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About two and a half hours later, it was nearly five o'clock in the morning.
At this time, even the street with the signs of several bars, nightclubs and other entertainment venues has already become deserted. The atmosphere of joy and indulgence that filled the air all night has gradually dissipated, leaving only a few traces of listlessness.
Figures stood in twos and threes at the end of the street, waiting to take a taxi to leave.
When Tang Chao walked into this bar located at the end of the street, which was translated as "Gentle Whiskey", the waiters inside were cleaning and finishing the work.
Looking from left to right, the area is not large, with only seven or eight wine tables scattered around each other, providing good privacy. The decoration style tends to be dark tones, creating a quiet and mysterious atmosphere. Overall, it looks like a niche boutique bar.
"Sir, we are closed." The young waitress with a mop in hand came forward and walked closer. She caught a glimpse of Tang Chao's side face under the blurry light. She was slightly startled, and then she couldn't help but smile and reminded, "Next time
You can come here early, our business hours are from 8:30 pm to 4:30 am... Handsome guy?"
As if he hadn't heard anything, he still looked around. The next moment, Tang Chao turned his head and looked at the passage next to the bar. A figure came out of it yawning, and said as he walked,
"Qiqi, have you finished cleaning? Come back soon after cleaning..." It stopped suddenly, as if a basin of cold water was poured on the pocket, which made her tremble. Immediately, she subconsciously raised her head and met an indifferent gaze from the distance.
It was like an antelope coming out to forage and happened to bump into a beast that was also out hunting. An indescribable and huge pressure came out of thin air and came suddenly, making the middle-aged foreign man who looked like a bar manager feel as if his heart was leaking.
After a beat, his expression changed drastically!
Such a violent reaction was not only due to the sudden murderous intention, but also because of the indifferent eyes on the other side that gradually raised the corners of their mouth, as if they were joking, I caught you... I fell into a trap!
Tsk, good luck!
Knowing the name of a bar really doesn't mean anything. It's normal to find a place to have a drink after finishing work, and it's the same for ordinary people. So, don't look at the Tang Dynasty's overnight attack as if it looks like it's determined to kill, but in fact, it's actually a waste of time.
I was prepared for the trip. But what I didn’t expect was that I succeeded in blowing it up as soon as I found the place. Life is full of surprises.
It's a bit long-winded and complicated to say, but in fact, when they met each other eye to eye, this secret confrontation had a result.
The young waitress was naturally unaware of this. Even though she was standing in front of Tang Chao, she did not feel the slightest pressure of the so-called murderous intention. After hearing this, she turned around and explained normally: "It's almost ready, we have a customer..."
Before he finished speaking, his eyes rolled up and he fell straight down.
Tang Chao took advantage of the situation and held it, while raising his right hand slightly. With a pop, the middle-aged foreign man at the bar suddenly retreated and his head fell back. A handful of blood flowers bloomed on the wall of the passage, reflected in the ghostly light.
Next, it looks even more vivid and dazzling than the oil painting with thick ink and heavy colors hanging nearby.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! There was a loud bang on the ground. After waiting for a few seconds, there was no unnecessary movement in the passage. Tang Chao closed the bar door with his backhand, stepped forward, and asked the waitress midway
He was placed alive on a chair, stepped over the corpse on the ground, and walked into the passage.
The passage is not long, just a few steps. Behind it is the kitchen, with a curtain in the middle. Then passing through the empty back kitchen, there is another short corridor. This time, the barrier at the end is not a curtain, but a curtain.
A heavy iron door equipped with a combination lock.
Fortunately, it was only partially closed and not locked. The person responsible for closing the door was probably the middle-aged man lying outside now. Fortunately, otherwise it would have taken a lot of effort to open it.
After glancing at the surveillance camera above the iron door, Tang Chao pushed the door straight in.
As soon as I stepped in, before I had time to look at the layout of the space behind the door, a beeping alarm rang in my ears.
He paused slightly and suddenly realized. In addition to normal monitoring, the camera outside should be connected to a program that could simply identify height and body shape. He was not in the whitelist that matched the characteristics, so an alarm would naturally be triggered.
"Fuck! Virgil, your crappy thing is broken again, turn it off quickly... eh?!"
The space behind the door seems to be larger than the main hall of the bar, and the layout is similar to a group rental apartment. It is a relatively high-end one, and there is even a standard Chinese billiards table in the large living room opposite. However, no one is playing right now.
Everyone, to be precise, the four people visible within sight, gathered at the innermost table to play cards.
They were all in high spirits. Except for the one who shouted loudly and turned to look, the other three did not raise their heads at all. Moreover, the first direction the former looked was not at the door, but at the bathroom next to it.
"Coming, coming...huh?!" The bathroom door opened, and a shirtless man with curly hair walked out, holding a roll of paper in one hand and shorts in the other. He raised his head and looked at Tang Chao, who was standing at the door holding a silenced pistol.
I blinked and blinked again. It was as if I had seen a ghost during the day, and my eyes were a little straight.
There was silence for a few breaths, and the next moment, there was an uproar and tables and chairs were pushed forward - but the reaction was obviously too slow!
It is no exaggeration to say that even if the people sitting at the table at this time are Shinto people, Fuuma Musashi, Hitomi Hikiki, and Chino Sa, if Tang Chao is able to silently bully them from such a distance, then he is fully confident that these northerners will be defeated.
Fujiji's top killers came to an end neatly.
Of course, the prerequisite is that you have a gun in hand.
Puff puff--
He emptied half of the magazine in an instant, and without even looking at the result, he turned the gun and pointed it at the curly-haired, shirtless man a few steps away.
At this time, the latter will lean forward and raise his hands reflexively, and the ferocious look on his face that fights to the death will instantly turn into panic and confusion: "nonono! Don't shoot, I surrender -"
"Oh, I don't accept it." He said quietly, and the muzzle of the silenced gun trembled.
In just a few breaths, the situation was easily brought under control. They were not completely killed, at least not yet. There were still two figures twisting and struggling on the ground beside the card table, groaning and panting.
After quickly checking a few bedrooms to make sure there was no one else in the house, Tang Chao walked closer, glanced at the card game on the table, and couldn't help but curled his lips - Come on, you guys are crazy. Even if you don't know how to play bridge, why don't you play a game?
It’s okay to go to Texas, but it’s actually like this golden flower?
Having said that, the last two invasions were one of mahjong and poker... Sure enough, gambling is harmful to people!
Thinking about all this, Tang Chao looked away and met a look of hatred from a fat foreign man. If he admitted it correctly, he was one of the duo who went to set fire to Lingjiang Old Street.
The fat electrician on lookout.
He was also the one who reacted the fastest in the field just now, and immediately drew the gun in his hand. Of course, this was of no use, it could only allow him to receive an extra bullet, which pierced his wrist.
But even so, he didn't scream, let alone beg for mercy and surrender. He just tried to catch his breath and stared straight at me: "Kill me!"
"Okay." Tang Chao Congshan Ruliu nodded, raised his hand, raised his gun, and the bullet penetrated his eyebrows. It seemed that he had done something trivial. Well, there was indeed nothing worth talking about.
After that, he turned to look at the only survivor in the room, the thin electrician who was climbing the telephone pole among the two people who set the fire. He looked at him with searching eyes and nodded slightly, as if asking him what his plan was and whether he also needed a good time.
The latter was silent for a few seconds, covering his open chest and abdomen, and asked in a hissing voice: "Who are you?"
"Don't ask such old-fashioned questions, it's boring and meaningless." As he said this, Tang Chao put away his pistol, lifted the other person up and pressed him on the seat, then pulled up another chair and sat facing each other.
Then, he asked casually, "By the way, who are you?"
"..."
"Ha, just kidding. I heard that foreigners have a sense of humor...well, you don't seem to have it." Looking at the thin electrician who kept silent, Tang Chao shrugged and didn't care, "Actually, you didn't say that.
, I can probably guess it too.”
After a pause, he pointed to the corpse on the ground, "Intelligence collectors, communication technology logistics, action implementers, and people who check for leaks and fill gaps. It seems that there is still a lack of organization and planning. Oh, they are lying outside... You are the field team of the Temple of Hell.
,Is it right?"
This is not nonsense. The Tang Dynasty felt something about it when they succeeded in destroying Hu. Coupled with the observations along the way, they are basically inseparable.
The most important thing is that in the previous life, when the Tang Dynasty and the Mighty Prison Divine Court took over, they fought guerrillas everywhere in Europe and the United States. They raided and destroyed several similar strongholds, and they were extremely familiar with their internal structure and personnel configuration. This
Going back to Invasion is really like reliving an old dream, full of a sense of déjà vu.
The thin electrician had a good psychological quality and remained silent.
"Not interested? Then change the topic. For example, why did you go so far and set fire to it?"
This time the other party finally reacted, his body trembled and he looked up.
Tang Chao just pretended not to see it and continued: "Actually, I don't care why you set fire or what you want to burn. But you shouldn't burn the pork belly to death. Although I don't really care about that thing either.
Life or death, but after all, I have been raised for so long, and I have some feelings after all. More importantly, there are people who care about me, so there is nothing I can do about it..."
"Whoa - what?" After hearing this, the thin electrician finally couldn't help but gasp and said.
"what? What?"
"Five, pork belly, what is it?"
Frowning, "Didn't I just say that? Oh, sorry, sorry, it seems I really didn't say that." Waving his hands, Tang Chao explained, "Pork Belly is a cat. The fire you set burned it to death, which is a pity.
Isn’t it?”
"Cat? A cat? One, only, cat?" Obviously, the other party did not feel the same regret. On the contrary, he was very excited. Especially after several inquiries and received affirmations, the whole person and the seat beneath him trembled.
Get up. Even his face, which was gradually turning pale due to the continuous bleeding, turned red at this moment, "You, you, you, cough... You came here to kill us for a cat?! Cough, cough, cough..."
"Don't get excited. Didn't I just say that there are people who care about that cat, and there's nothing I can do about it... Hello? Hello!"
But the thin electrician was so agitated that he coughed continuously, his chest heaved violently, and blood foam came to his mouth.
Seeing this, Tang Chao frowned and stood up, and was about to step forward to check the situation. Unexpectedly, the thin electrician who looked like an epileptic patient one moment, suddenly looked like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole the next moment. He suddenly raised his left hand, blood splashed in his eyes, blocking his sight.
At the same time, his right hand was held empty, as if he was holding a dagger, stabbing his heart silently!
The decisiveness of the attack, the swiftness of the movements, and the clever timing of the attack were all almost perfect.
However, in the next moment, the thrusting right hand was directly grabbed back, and the forward knee strike also failed immediately. In shock, he was about to bend his arms and elbows, but his whole body staggered, spun, and soared uncontrollably... Boom
With a loud sound, he fell on his back and hit the card table hard!
"Pfft - gurgling gurgling -" Blood spurted out from his mouth like a fountain, and then some of it poured back into the throat. He subconsciously wanted to turn over, but his two arms scratched on the smooth tabletop.
But like a bastard who turned over, he couldn't turn over and struggled in vain.
Tang Chao, who was on the side, didn't pay attention. He lowered his head and looked at the thin ice blade that he had just snatched from his palm and the lost Sleeping Beauty. He couldn't help but be stunned. This...