Bourne: Command and Conquer

Chapter 315, Mr. Tang, the son of luck

Coming out of Bro Street, Zhang Yong keenly discovered that he was being followed.

 It’s not someone following you. It's followed by many people. They have been arranged on both sides of the street for a long time. After he passed by, he followed him quietly.

The other party doesn’t seem to be particularly hiding himself. It seems that he is not afraid of Zhang Yong and others knowing.

“Captain, there is an enemy!” Yang Zhi also noticed it.

 “One’s own people!”

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 Get rid of them all.

 There are also beauties from all over the world. The flowers are blooming and swaying.

“If it’s just drinking, of course there’s no problem. I’ll call her right away.”

"yes."

 “Okay! I’ll give it to you tonight.”

 “I’ll treat you to a meal.”

"ah?"

 “She is Japanese?”

They all use the heads of their enemies to achieve their own reputation.

 In this era, drive a Porsche.

Assassinated Zhang Jingyao, assassinated Wang Kemin, assassinated Wang Jingwei, assassinated Zhang Xiaolin...

 Actually, the person in front of me doesn’t have too many palaces. It's more straightforward.

 He was indeed a little worried about something happening.

"Thanks!"

 “Caught by the Japanese.”

 “Captain Zhang!” Tang Shengming waved to him.

"The two of us are responsible for handling this matter. It's best to handle it quietly."

Madeh, in the end, you won’t be designated to bring someone to exchange by yourself.

 Suddenly, a car rushed out in front.

 There was only one young man in the car.

 Can’t do it myself.

 Let’s not talk about the speed first. Absolutely 100 points in terms of popularity.

 Reminded of the conversation with Lin Xiaoyan.

 Even Li Boqi and Mao Renfeng don’t know.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　…

enemy?

 “Isn’t it convenient to drink alcohol?”

Yang Zhi and others raised the Thompson submachine gun without thinking. Fire at any time.

Before the case of burning Changsha, he was the Changsha garrison commander. But he just left office a few months ago. As a result, the person who succeeded him later became a scapegoat. He was ordered to be shot by Chiang Kai-shek to quell public anger.

 Zhang Yong pretended not to see it.

 Car-dumping skills?

 It is a convertible.

 Having weapons. But there are no signs of use.

The brakes are very hard.

 Or, to be more precise, there are no masters among his men. All are newcomers.

Yang Zhi and others quietly held the pistols at their waists. Waiting for Zhang Yong's order. But Zhang Yong never gave the order to fire.

 Can't help but look over. It was discovered that several black slaves were being whipped with whips.

　　　　…

If he ran out so recklessly, I'm afraid he would die in less than two hours. Bodies lay somewhere on the street. Or throw it into the ditch.

 This is not something he can control. Lincoln has no control over this kind of thing.

 Is Chen Gongshu a master?

 Suddenly there was the sound of a whip whipping someone.

 Zhang Yong then sat in the passenger seat of the convertible.

 “That can only wait until tonight. You tell me the name and I will give you the person.”

 “Okay!” Yang Zhi immediately gave the order.

"Well…"

"this…"

  Seems to be very satisfied with the effect of his appearance.

 Becoming a master is not achieved overnight. It is trained through constant actual combat. If you look at the work experiences of Wang Tianmu and Chen Gongshu, they are almost either assassinating or on the way to assassinate.

 Digging trenches! What brand of car is this?

 Look sideways. Looks like a Porsche?

 Cowhide!

 Aren't you afraid that we might get on fire?

"Don't worry. I have enough people with me. The Japanese invaders can't do anything to you."

of course.

 “The foreign girls there are pretty good. Let me broaden your horizons.”

 As long as the person is caught, nothing else matters.

It must be admitted that this Ten Thousand Nations Nightclub can indeed bear the word ten thousand nations, and it definitely exists in thirty or forty countries. There are also many Japanese.

 Although it is afternoon. There are already many people inside the nightclub.

 Whether you call him sincere or naive, he is just lucky. Every disaster can be avoided skillfully. When in danger, there is always someone to help. Then save the day.

 “Okay, bring all your troops!”

 But it’s strange that he doesn’t seem to have any intention of taking action.

"no…"

  “Okay!”     Zhang Yong was of course happy to cooperate.

 “It seems that the Japanese are hiding very deep!”

 “Creak!”

"You knew already?"

 Suddenly I understood why those who were following me were so strange. It turned out that they were all Tang Shengming’s people.

 They follow suit.

 “Boom…”

 Substitutions for Dogri are not the purpose. It's true that you want to kill yourself. Song Wanchun is a bait.

 “Is Safiya here?”

"I know. But I haven't got the list yet. The spy is going to Italy tonight. He won't say his name until he gets on the ship."

 With a wave of his hand, someone was immediately leading the way. People kept coming up to say hello warmly.

 “You must reimburse all expenses.”

 Who is following me?

 As a result, the other party also looked at him straight. But don't speak.

 Last time, Zhang Yong also entered from here. But using a false identity. This time, I wonder if someone will recognize me?

 “Let’s go!”

 Zhang Yong suddenly stretched out his hand and shouted.

 Extremely fast.

 It rushes out like an arrow, and stops like it hits a wall.

"How much do you need?"

Different road non-phase plan. There is nothing we can do about it.

　　Looking back at the other person intentionally.

 Zhang Yong frowned.

　　　Not Japanese invaders. Because there is no red dot prompt. All white spots.

 The car slowly stopped.

 Afraid of death. certain. It's not that Tang Shengming would plot against himself.

"do what?"

"etc!"

 Zhang Yong was slightly relieved.

“By the way, I have something to tell you in advance. Something happened to Song Wanchun.”

  Don't worry about hundreds of holes being punched at all.

This Mr. Tang is really looking for death! Sudden attack single-handedly!

"Then I'll notify others to take the spy to the dock. We can't delay the serious business."

 Then he shook his head again.

“That’s what you went to Broad Street for?”

 The group continued to move forward.

 90.152.127.238

 There are actually people in the Fuxing Society. But there is no master.

friend?

 Zhang Yong couldn't help but think of a classic saying: All the consumption tonight will be paid for by Mr. Tang!

"Thanks!"

 The main focus is speed! hurricane!

 Zhang Yong:…

 Zhang Yong answered cautiously.

 Do you want to take your own head to get bonuses? Probably not.

 Unique.

 Unless the traitor is in a high position...

envious.

Envy…

"Snapped!"

So many people are working together, how can we get the reward? How do you prove that you killed the person? There had already been internal strife.

real.

 “One’s own people!”

  If that's the case, I must order some of the most beautiful foreign girls and open some of the most expensive bottles of red wine...

 With great difficulty, Tang Shengming gradually reduced the speed. Let the vehicles behind you catch up.

 Don't shoot!

 Don’t shoot!

　One of our own!

Tang Shengming!

It turned out that the person sitting in the convertible was Tang Shengming!

 In fact, Zhang Yong also gradually felt that everyone from Shi Bingdao to Gu Mozhai was superficially enthusiastic towards him. But my heart didn't accept it.

 “Sorry, I still have to perform a task.”

 “If I were to change people, I would kill them all.”

 Zhang Yong shouted hurriedly. Afraid of someone catching fire.

 “I’m sorry, Third Young Master, Safiya is inconvenienced these days!”

"what are you up to?"

"where are we going?"

 So, clearly speaking, the Red Party will not be honest with him. Naturally, he would not do things seriously for him.

 The Japanese invaders cannot be allowed to continue like this.

 “Lend me a few people.”

 Zhang Yong walked up quickly. Come to the convertible. He said slowly: "Master Tang."

 “Third Young Master!”

 To arrest people from the Military Senate, Tang Shengzhi must agree.

I have to say, this guy is really a miracle in life.

"Well, I won't hide it from you. Are you investigating a traitor in the Military Senate?"

 “Ten of them. One who can fight.”

 “Wanguo Nightclub.”

 The most conspicuous ones are the Indian Asans wearing turbans.

 The problem is that none of them are Zhang Yong's subordinates. Zhang Yong also had no way to mobilize them at any time.

 Among them, the number of foreigners is very large. There are people of all skin colors. Even black people have them.

 Among the forces in Shanghai, there are countless people who want his life.

"What?"

 “This is right!”

 Is Wang Tianmu a master?

“Nightingale was caught by you?”

 In fact, he wasn't even interested in catching the traitor. There is no oil or water.

"yes."

"You already invited me last time. I also accepted the thank you gift. Please tell the truth."

  Are there any masters in the 19th Route Army?

should have. But he probably won't join him. Not very enthusiastic about him either.

 There are people following behind. Gradually more than twenty people gathered.

Tang Shengming stepped on the accelerator, and the convertible drove out.

This female spy is really turning her back on her! The Japanese were also crazy and dared to attack Song Wanchun.

 “Take you for a ride.”

Tang Shengming is obviously a frequent visitor here.

no.

 I saw someone coming. The black slaves were captured immediately. Apparently to avoid watching. It was as if nothing had happened.

 The son of luck.

 It’s too high-profile. Accident prone.

 “What? Are you still shy?”

 The main theme is chic.

 Weird.

Zhang Yong was a little surprised.

 According to the above meaning, go and seek refuge with the Wang Puppet Government. The Japanese suspected that he had come to pretend to surrender. But the two big guys on No. 76 spoke for him. Zhou Fohai and others also helped him cover.

"boarding."

 Is there still such tracking?

 For a moment, I mistakenly thought they were here to protect me...

 What he did was indeed very different from the principles of the Red Party. The Red Party will definitely not accept it.

 She was very beautiful when she was young...

 Zhang Yong nodded.

 Very strange feeling.

Lincoln could only free the black slaves in the United States. Other countries did not listen to him. The African independence revolution was decades away.

 They are following. It is also protecting. So, there is no hostility.

"right!"

 This matter, he only reported it secretly to Virgo. No one else told.

There are also wealthy people from the Middle East who are covered in white robes. Well, they are already wealthy now.

 Saw a lot of Japanese people. Wearing a long robe. Very easy to recognize.

Although Tang Shengzhi does not directly lead troops now. But there are many generals from the Hunan clan. The committee members did not dare to fall out easily.

You should know that the president of the Military Senate is Tang Shengzhi, Tang Shengming’s brother. The real General Quanxu. Represents the entire Hunan system.

 After all, there is a lot at stake.

 Zhang Yong cannot judge. We can only be vigilant secretly.

"Snapped!"

 Zhang Yong looked at the other party thoughtfully. This is the standard Chinese and European beauty.

 Well, it refers specifically to when you were young. If you are no longer young, then...

If anyone gets too nervous and pulls the trigger, the Tang family will probably lose this young master.

 Breaking out a cold sweat.

They were worried that Tang Shengming's men might not be used to brutal battles. No matter when and where, you can still take your own people with peace of mind.

 The question is, Mr. Tang, can you say hello in advance? Don't play so naked, it's really easy to get beaten into a hornet's nest...

 A beautiful woman with blond hair and blue eyes came up.

“Mr. Tang, what do you want from me?”

Tang Shengming readily agreed.

Tang Shengming called people. Arrange vehicles. Let all Zhang Yong's men get on the train.

"good!"

Those long legs. It’s really all legs from the waist down. It was dizzying to see. Dizzying.

so…

"I saw it. Go back to Yin Mansion." Zhang Yong nodded, "Walk."

"etc!"

"yes."

 Otherwise, we will kidnap one person today and another tomorrow, and it won’t be over.

 Sure enough, we arrived at Wanguo Nightclub. Right at the main entrance of Xiafei Road.

“And Celia, let’s call her too!”

"OK."

 (End of this chapter)