Chapter 200: We Will Never Meet Again

The rain was getting heavier and heavier. But there was never any more thunder.

Zhang Yong couldn't help but become anxious. Damn it. I'm not good at hiding!

I've reached the limit of my endurance. If I continue, I'll definitely be exposed.

The pouring rain drenched him like a drowned rat. If he doesn't hurry back and drink two bowls of ginger soup, he'll definitely catch a cold.

If he caught a cold, it could be serious. These days, a bad cold could kill you.

If it turned into pneumonia, it would be very difficult to treat.

However, that was not the worst thing. The worst thing was sneezing.

Once you caught a cold, you sneezed a lot.

Imagine sneezing next to an old beggar.

The problem was, sneezing was uncontrollable...

'Boom...'

At that moment, there was a loud noise.

Zhang Yong subconsciously pulled out the safety pin. As a result, he used too much force.

The surface of the wet grenade also became slippery.

The grenade fell out of his hand...

It fell...

For a moment, Zhang Yong felt like he had seen death.

Death was beckoning to him.

The grenade fell.

It landed in the mud next to him.

Because the rain had soaked the ground, the grenade did not roll.

It lay there quietly...

Finally, Zhang Yong reacted.

He hurriedly picked it up. Then he threw it at the target.

It happened to be that from the moment the grenade fell to the moment he picked it up, it was almost exactly three seconds.

'Boom...'

The grenade exploded.

In the rain, the explosion sounded dull.

It was as if the power had been reduced by half. There was no earth-shattering explosion at all.

It's over...

It was a waste. It was completely useless.

With the old beggar's skills, he simply could not be killed.

He will run away quickly.

He crouches down.

He is afraid that he will be hit by shrapnel.

The shrapnel from this type of grenade can kill within a range of over 40 metres. He dares not take any chances.

For the time being, he does not care what the enemy is doing.

After a few seconds, he is sure that the shrapnel has finished flying. He gradually calms down.

Huh?

The red dot on the map is still there?

It seems that the old beggar has not run away. Is he still in the same place?

Ahhh...

Could it be that he is injured?

Is there such a thing as luck? What a pleasant surprise!

While he is ill, we will take his life!

Zhang Yong quickly took out the second grenade.

One didn't kill him, so he immediately threw another one!

However, at this time, the red dot began to move. Moving northeast.

Pull the pin.

Throw it.

The grenade chased the direction in which the Japanese spy was moving.

'Boom...'

The second grenade exploded.

The sound was still very dull. It seems that it was not very powerful.

Rain and mud greatly weaken the power of the grenade. Of course, shrapnel is an exception.

If you are hit by shrapnel, the consequences are still very serious.

This American-style MK2 grenade relies mainly on blast fragments for killing. The hit rate depends on luck.

I don't know how many shrapnel the old beggar was hit with.

There should be at least one!

Sure enough, after the explosion, the speed at which the red dot moved seemed to have decreased.

However, Zhang Yong did not dare to chase after it.

You don't chase a defeated enemy.

If he turns around and shoots you, you're done for.

If he's a crack shot, he could shoot you from 100 metres away. You'd probably end up in the 21st century...

In the end, he watched as the old beggar disappeared at the edge of the map.

He let out a sigh of relief.

The old beggar must have been injured.

From now on, this guy would never be as arrogant as he used to be.

When he rounded him up with his men next time, he would be dead for sure.

He felt happy.

He hurried back to the Liuguo Hotel.

Entering the lobby, he saw Chu Chu packing up to go home.

'Do you have any ginger tea?'

'Why? Don't you want me to keep you company?'

'Ginger tea instead.'

'Don't go back on your word,'

'No, no, no,'

Zhang Yong repeated emphatically.

What? How could anything be more important than his own life?

In his current state, if he engaged in strenuous exercise, he might die on the spot.

To be killed by the Japanese invaders would be a martyrdom, a sacrifice for the country, and a heroic death in battle. But to die on a woman's belly would be a joke.

'You go and change first. I'll bring you the ginger soup in a moment.'

'Okay!'

Zhang Yong hurried back to Room 306.

Take a shower. Change clothes.

After a hot shower, he finally felt a little better.

'Achoo!'

He starts sneezing.

He has caught a cold.

Luckily, he held back until now. If he had sneezed earlier, he would have died for sure.

'Achoo!'

The sneezing continues.

He's done for. This time, he definitely has a bad cold.

'Knock, knock!'

There's a knock at the door.

It's Chu Chu. She really is carrying a bowl of ginger soup.

He quickly takes it and drinks it down. He gulps down a big bowl of ginger soup. He feels his body start to heat up.

'Achoo!'

But the sneezing continues.

Chu Chu gives him a flirtatious look and teases him, 'Do you want some more? I've got it all ready...'

'No!' Zhang Yong refuses angrily.

At the same time, he gives her things back.

His life is more important.

He can't think about anything else.

Chu Chu was relieved to get her necklace and bracelet.

With these two treasures, she had already achieved her sales target for the year.

'What is the little Gu Buddha doing here?'

'He is here to count the sales figures and see who has achieved the most.'

'Who will take all this?'

'There will be someone who will come and collect it.'

'Where does it all go in the end?'

'I don't know,'

Chu Chu shook her head.

Zhang Yong frowned. These are national treasures!

If they were to be lost overseas, it would be a great loss.

However, with the chaos everywhere, who cares about these things. Everyone is thinking about selling them.

In times of peace, antiques are valuable, but in times of chaos, gold is king. The ancients said that this is the case.

In such a chaotic year, only gold and silver are most useful.

Then there are weapons and ammunition, food, tobacco...

Antiques cannot be used to eat, nor can they be used to kill the enemy, they can only be used to sell for money!

'I have to go.'

'Goodbye.'

'I'm leaving Jinling.'

'What?'

Zhang Yong was taken aback.

Leaving Jinling?

'We're in one place for a year at most.'

'Oh...'

'Until we meet again.'

'Until we meet again...'

Zhang Yong waved silently. He watched Chu Chu leave.

So this is what they call a fleeting romance?

She's left Jinling, and he doesn't think he'll ever meet her again in this life. Sigh...

A little sad.

Then he shook his head again. Brace yourself.

The beautiful woman has gone. But I still have work to do. I still have to continue searching for the tomb drawings.

'Achoo!'

Damn, the sneezing just won't stop.

At the same time, I feel my nose start to get blocked. This is bad. The fake cold is getting worse.

I try to shake it off. I go up to the sixth floor.

Zhongyang has already woken up. They are also impatient.

'Let's go to Tangmian Village!'

'Is the Huaiji organ not working?'

'Haven't seen them. I guess they don't want to pay the ransom.'

'What should we do?'

'Bring them to Jinling. Throw them in jail and interrogate them!'

'Good!'

The group set off immediately.

They drove to Tangmian Village.

There was nothing going on here. The two Japanese spies were both there.

'Take them away!'

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

The men moved in like wolves to make the arrest.

'Wait!'

Hirotaka Noguchi cried out in a hurry.

Zhang Yong said coldly, 'Your chief doesn't want to pay the ransom!'

'I'll call him. I'll call him!' Noguchi Hirotaka was still holding out hope.

'Let's talk about it when we get back to Jinling.'

'I'll call him...'

Noguchi Hirotaka prayed all the way.

Back at the Liuguo Hotel, the two Japanese spies were taken inside.

Zhang Yong looked at Noguchi Hirotaka and said, 'Go ahead and make the call. This is your last chance.'

'I will, I will.' Noguchi went quickly.

Zhang Yong stood by and watched.

Soon Noguchi waved to him, indicating that he should answer the phone.

Zhang Yong walked over and picked up the receiver.

'Hello...'

'Liu Heizi, you broke your promise.'

'...'

Zhang Yong didn't say anything.

I broke my promise?

'I've already sent someone to deliver the money for the second time.'

'Where is he?'

'He's already here. You must have killed him.'

'Mr Noguchi, I'm telling you for the last time. I haven't seen anyone arrive in room 606.'

'Click!'

He hung up the phone.

He hadn't lied. He hadn't.

No Japanese spy had ever delivered money directly to room 606.

The two Japanese spies who had arrived before had both tried to pull a fast one. As a result, he had been ambushed and killed.

'Baka!'

Over there, Kintaro Noguchi was flustered and furious.

He had arranged the movements of the two Japanese spies before. He didn't want to go directly to Room 606 to pay the money.

That would make him look incompetent.

Unexpectedly, these two Japanese spies were robbed.

One came back injured. The other mysteriously disappeared. It's weird everywhere.

If it's Liu Heizi who did it, this guy's methods are indeed terrifying. He actually figured out one of his own people.

If it's not Liu Heizi who did it, then it's even more troublesome. It means that there are other forces hiding in the Hotel de Paris. They are also secretly eyeing the people from the Kuaiji Agency.

Wait a minute...

Kintaro Nogami suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

Could it be that the people who killed the men he sent there were from the Fuxing Society? Could it be that it was Zhang Yong?

Damn it!

Liu Heizi is at the Luk Kwok Hotel.

The Fuxing Society is also at the Luk Kwok Hotel. Could there be collusion between the two?

The trap he set up in Ox Lane Street has not yielded any results.

Could it be that even the ninjas have missed their target?

That's impossible!

But this damned Liu Heizi really hasn't died!

It's the Ninja at Ox Lane Street who hasn't reported back. I don't know if he's had an accident or if he's been delayed.

I hope it's the latter...

The problem is, Liu Heizi has cornered him.

There are now 20 hours left until the 48-hour deadline. If the ransom isn't paid, Liu Heizi will really kill the hostage!

What should I do?

There is no other way. He has to send the money again.

This time, he will deliver the money directly to room 606. He must first save the life of Hirotaka Noguchi.

He can give up the lives of the other members. But Hirotaka Noguchi is definitely not an option.

Damn Liu Hezai.

Having captured Hirotaka Noguchi, he has no choice but to give in.

He secretly vowed that after safely ransoming Hirotaka Noguchi, he would make Liu Hezai pay.

Those so-called ninjas are useless.

Next time, I'll directly ask the experts from the Black Dragon Society to intervene. One is not enough. Get a few more.

Pick up the phone.

'Prepare 30,000 silver notes immediately!'

'Yes!'

'Give them to the hawk. Tell him to deliver them personally to Room 606 of the Liuguo Hotel.'

'Yes!'

'Tell him: pay the money, take the person away, and don't cause any trouble.'

'Yes!'

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