Chapter 314: Trouble in the Concession

"Mr. Jin, help! Help!'

Tanawaro yelled. Zhang Yong almost thought he was possessed by Pavarotti.

It's so hard. This guy's cigar smoke is too strong. The sound is deafening again.

Struggle.

Finds it useless.

The other guy really lifted him high.

Helpless...

He prayed secretly, 'Please don't fall!'

He had just been knocked unconscious by Chen Gongshu yesterday. If he fell again, he would really be broken.

Fortunately, a few minutes later, Tanavaro finally let him down.

Zhang Yong let out a sigh of relief.

Damn. Are Italians all so rough? Could it be that he had met a fake Italian?

If Italians are so fierce on the battlefield, that would be great. Even the Fuhrer could breathe a sigh of relief. He wouldn't have to mobilise so many troops to save this pig of a teammate.

'Mr Kim...'

'Let's talk over there.'

'I can't go.'

'Why not?'

'I've lost.'

'You...'

Zhang Yong was speechless.

You said it so loudly, do you want me to help you pay off your gambling debts?

Dream on!

You and I aren't that close!

'Mr Kim, lend me a hundred dollars! I'll pay you back some other time!'

'A hundred dollars?'

'Yes. I just need a hundred dollars. Then I can go. I'll go back and cook macaroni and cheese for you myself.'

'Just...'

Zhang Yong's eyes widened.

A hundred dollars! Man! Not a hundred lira! And just!

Do you know how much a hundred dollars is worth? A Coke is only a few cents! Damn, that's thousands of Cokes!

A brand new Colt M1911 pistol is only 15 dollars!

'Kim, help...'

'Help...'

Tanavaro called pitifully.

It was not at all like a guy who did gangster business. The contrast was too great.

'Okay!'

Zhang Yong reluctantly agreed.

He was asking for help!

Fortunately, he could still come up with 100 dollars.

He took out a stack of green US dollars, all in denominations of 5 dollars. There were 20 in total.

'Thank you!'

'Thank you!'

Tanawaro took the US dollars and went to pay off his gambling debt.

Immediately, everyone cheered enthusiastically. Someone else brought a large bottle of beer. Everyone drank heartily.

Tanawaro didn't look like he had lost any money. He was drinking a lot of beer. His cigar was also smoking red. The others were also drinking and smoking. The scene was really wild.

Zhang Yong: ...

What the hell!

Why is it more lively than the Italian football team winning the championship?

I really can't figure out these Italians.

They are the ones who betrayed the Fuhrer.

But the Fuhrer still has very strong feelings for them.

It is said that when the Führer visited Italy, he didn't want to leave. He was closer to Mussolini than a brother.

If someone didn't know the details, they would definitely think that their friendship definitely surpassed that of most people.

Later, when Mussolini was captured by the partisans, the Führer also sent a commando unit to rescue him. For this pig teammate, the Führer really can be said to have gone out of his way and spared no effort.

'Ohooho!'

'Ooh-ooh-ooh!'

The crazy Italians started dancing.

I almost thought they were Brazilians. They can just break into a samba.

Tanavaro also started cheering. It was as if he hadn't lost a hundred dollars, but won a hundred.

Zhang Yong: ...

This guy definitely has a problem in the head.

This bunch of Italian scumbags all have problems. I still have to be careful.

'Jin, come here!'

Tanavaro called enthusiastically.

Zhang Yong shakes his head.

No.

I don't want to.

You guys can kill me with your cigarette smoke alone!

You're all big and burly, what if you squeeze me and hurt me?

"Boom!'

Suddenly someone falls to the ground.

I don't know which one of these guys is drunk, he just collapsed on the ground.

Zhang Yong: ...

These drunken Italians!

'Mussolini!'

'Mussolini!'

Someone suddenly shouted.

The others followed suit. The sound grew louder and louder.

Zhang Yong: ?

Mussolini? What does that mean?

I only realised later. It sounded like Mussolini?

The difference in accent.

It seems that these guys are all supporters of Mussolini.

No matter what future generations think of Mussolini, at least, at this moment in time, the vast majority of Italians support this madman.

Many Italians even dream of restoring the Roman Empire under the stimulus of Mussolini.

I try to remember. It seems that history textbooks mention Italy's invasion of Ethiopia. And its intervention in the Spanish Civil War. He was certainly not a man of peace.

'Mussolini!'

'Mussolini!'

The wild shouts continued for half an hour.

It was only when they were almost exhausted that the crazy Italians gradually quieted down.

'King, let's go!'

'Come, follow me!'

Tanavaro struts ahead.

Stimulated by the alcohol, the guy is walking unsteadily. It feels like he'll fall over at any moment.

They enter an Italian restaurant. It's huge. But there are hardly any customers.

The tables and chairs are also arranged in a messy way. It gives a very rough feeling.

It seems that they have no intention of doing business.

This restaurant may just be a cover.

'This is my restaurant!'

'We have the best pasta and pizza in the world!'

'Today, you are all my most honoured guests. Come. I will prepare it myself.'

Tanavaro announced proudly.

Zhang Yong: ...

It's over. A hundred dollars is going to go down the drain.

This guy is so enthusiastic. Most likely, he doesn't want to return the hundred dollars. How can I bring it up?

What a loss...

That's a hundred dollars!

A hundred dollars was worth a lot back then.

It was worth at least three thousand dollars in today's money.

Three thousand dollars for a meal of pasta and pizza? Michelin 18 stars doesn't come cheap...

What a tragedy...

But there was no choice but to sit down. After all, they were asking for a favour.

Finally, Tanavaro came to his senses, 'Dear King, what can I do for you?'

'Help me get a companion to Sicily. He doesn't want to stay here.'

'No problem. My ship sets sail tonight.'

'Good. I'll arrange for him to board before tonight. Where is your ship?'

'Wusongkou Pier. The biggest one. The Taranto.'

'Taranto. I'll remember that.'

'There's also a Milan next to it. You mustn't go the wrong way.'

'I know.'

Zhang Yong said he remembered.

I'm very familiar with the major cities in your Italy.

AC Milan, Inter Milan, Napoli, Roma, Firenze, Juventus, Sampdoria...

I've always supported AC Milan...

Just as he was about to speak, a sudden thought occurred to him.

A red dot had cut across the edge of the map.

He glanced at it casually and noticed that the target was at the end of the street.

He was wearing a long trench coat. His hands were in his pockets. He was wearing a cap. It was the standard attire of a killer. Even a blind man could tell that this guy was definitely up to no good.

Zhang Yong judged that the other person might be concealing a pistol or something. There was definitely something fishy about this.

Could it be that he had come to assassinate him?

Haha.

Let's play a little game.

He said to Tanavaro, 'You're not having a very lucky day...'

'What?' Tanavaro didn't understand.

'I can tell fortunes. The gypsy kind. I can tell that you're going to have trouble today.'

'What kind of trouble?'

'Do you see that person? He's here to cause you trouble.'

'Who?'

Tanavaro immediately turned his head to look. He saw the man in the trench coat.

His face immediately turned dark. He had sensed it too. The other party seemed to be up to no good. He had his hands in his pockets. He might be carrying a weapon.

He immediately walked to the front of the shop and yelled at the people outside.

Without asking, it must be Italian.

As a result, many Italians immediately rushed out.

A few Italians saw the man in the trench coat and immediately rushed up to him.

The man in the trench coat felt something was wrong and subconsciously drew his gun. He was indeed armed. It was clear that the men were not there for a friendly chat.

However...

'Pata-pata!'

'Bang-bang-bang!'

All kinds of gunshots rang out.

The surrounding Italians fired their guns.

The man in the trench coat fell to the ground in a pool of blood in an instant.

The red dot disappeared.

He was dead.

Zhang Yong's mouth curled into a sneer.

Haha. Come here to kill someone? You really don't know the meaning of death.

Do you really think the Beretta M1934 pistol is harmless? There are probably hundreds of these pistols on this street. A barrage of gunfire.

Frankly, Zhang Yong didn't dare to turn his back here.

There were too many Italians around. And too many guns. There were only a dozen of them, and they definitely couldn't win.

In this kind of chaotic melee, even Yan Shuangying wouldn't be able to help.

It's just a matter of who has more people and more guns. And luck. Whoever has bad luck will die here.

'This damned guy!'

'Skin him alive!'

Tanavaro shouted angrily.

He was completely unaware that he had been deceived by Zhang Yong.

Now Zhang Yong was almost certain that this Japanese killer was after him. He wanted to assassinate him.

He didn't know where he had been targeted.

It seemed that there were already many Japanese spies in the concession. It was very dangerous to act alone.

Stay calm.

The Italian went up and really stripped the killer naked. Then he dragged the body away.

What would they do with it?

Zhang Yong didn't know. And he didn't want to ask.

Other people were entrenched here on the whole street, of course they had ways to deal with it.

Maybe they just burned it. Without leaving a trace.

'It must be the British who are behind this!'

'What?'

'They must have been sent by the British!'

'Er...'

Zhang Yong hesitated.

It seemed that Tanavaro's mind was a little confused.

Do you Italians have conflicts with the British? Why would the British think of sending an assassin to kill you?

But it's hard to say.

The concession was not very peaceful.

In addition to the disputes among the Chinese, there were also frequent disputes among the powers.

Especially this Tanawaro, who has a background in Sicily. The business in the concession is not legitimate. There must be conflicts with the British.

Maybe some of the British are also in the illegitimate business.

Where did all these foreigners come from? The biggest sellers are the British! India is their colony!

And those White Russians who have fled are also trouble-makers.

Under the glamour of Chaffee Road, who knows how much darkness is hidden?

Of course, none of this had anything to do with him.

He had come only to send Ichiro Akita to hell.

After that, he immediately left.

'See you tonight!'

'See you tonight!'