The Anti-Japanese War Begins with the Northeast Army

Chapter 353 They are actually acquaintances

Seeing this thunderous arrest, the Second Prince was frightened so much that his face turned pale. He clung to the wall for a long time before coming to his senses: "You, what are you doing..."

The noise soon woke up the young man in the opposite room who was "having trouble sleeping".

However, as soon as he opened the door with a look of dissatisfaction, the first person he saw was Xuecheng: "Hey? Why are you back..."

After learning from the shock, he let out a long sigh: "Why, why can't I come back? Hey, this is also my house, why can't I come back..."

The young man showed contempt, his mouth almost pouted to the ceiling: "You still remember that you have a home? My brother and I are waiting for you to return to the Northeast!"

While the two of them were talking, Jiang Cheng and his men were escorting the captured assassin into the room, and instructing the plainclothes officers to search the area carefully.

Anyone who comes for assassination or reconnaissance would never act alone.

However, their conversation was clearly heard by Jiang Cheng.

I blinked and suddenly understood: Damn, this is impossible?
This person is Zhang Tingshu who returned to China!

The person who just winked at him and pulled him in with a forced smile that day was his brother Zhang Tinglan.

At the moment, the three guys were standing at the door... Xue Chengba looked at both sides and felt awkward: "You - don't know each other?"

shit!

Can I get to know these two brothers?

It is said that Zhang Zuoxiang had many children... He himself was very superstitious about the education in the interior of the country, and almost all of his descendants studied in the capital since they were young.

The blind date with Zhang Tingxue and their marriage took only a month. The brothers also studied at a military academy in Japan and did not have time to attend their sister's wedding.

No wonder I felt friendly towards him at first sight, and also had a vague feeling that he was not a bad person...it turned out that he was my brother-in-law.

In addition, Zhang Tingshu must have recognized the accents of the people guarding them and knew that these people should be Fengtian Army, so he took the initiative to come in and remind himself.

"Caught? Let's go in and take a look."

After a few words of introduction, Zhang Tingshu was a decisive person. He did not respond to his brother's words at all. Instead, he turned sideways and quickly walked past Jiang Cheng and rushed in first.

After chasing away the security guards who had finally arrived, Jiang Cheng followed in with his hands in his trousers.

"Great! You really are worthy of being the governor of Jilin, huh?"

Zhang Tingshu looked around Jiang Cheng's suite and didn't seem to notice the assassin lying on the floor of the living room. "Tsk tsk, look at his conditions, brother—"

"It's such a big house for one person. Wow, the sofas are all leather, and there's such a big bathtub in the bathroom. Soaking in it... must be so comfortable, right?"

What a weird guy!
Jiang Cheng looked at him with disdain, but he also understood what he meant.

Waving his hand and asking them to prepare water in the big bathtub, Jiang Cheng walked coldly straight towards the leather sofa.

While crossing his legs proudly, Jiang Cheng lowered his eyelids to look at the unfortunate man who was tied up, and then turned his head to look at the wooden plate brought by the guard:

All the items on it were found on this person... matches, pens, cigarettes, a few dollars in cash, some loose banknotes, etc.

Of course there are weapons: a well-made bayonet and a bastard box.

The pupils are shrinking slightly.

Actually, the Japanese are planning to kill me?
He thought about the local boss, the British, and even wondered if it was a business competitor from France...

But I never thought it was Japanese! Wait, what's with this cigarette?

His eyes instantly stayed on the box of cigarettes, and Jiang Cheng picked it up silently - they were not the Japanese cigarettes he often saw when he was in Northeast China, which usually had a picture of an old Japanese woman with a painted face printed on them.

The stuff in front of you should be a local brand from Shanghai, the kind that you can buy from a peddler on the street.

"What is this..."

Zhang Tingshu was the first to come over and look at those things. Seeing Jiang Cheng flipping through the cigarette box in his hand, he frowned and said, "You just bought it because you ran out of cigarettes, right?"

Jiang Cheng didn't answer in a hurry. There were still six cigarettes left in the carton - they were of different thicknesses and lengths.

He poured it onto the raised wooden plate, and then his brows frowned even more tightly.

It’s a bit interesting.

Two of the cigarettes were obviously made in Japan, and among the other four, one was a self-rolled cigarette, and the remaining three were printed with English, indicating that they were foreign cigarettes.

What does this combination indicate?

He threw the paper box on the ground and continued to turn his scrutinizing eyes to the trembling assassin: "Tell me the truth, what's your name, and who arranged for you to come here?"

"If you don't tell the truth, you'll suffer later!"

His voice was gentle, and he sounded like a kind and persuasive teacher. "There are only so many powerful forces in Shanghai. You have also seen what kind of relationship I have with the police station. If we search everyone one by one, will your boss be afraid of foreigners?"

No answer.

Although this kid was kneeling on the ground and trembling, he kept his head down and pretended to be dead.

"Another cheap bastard, you guys should come."

Jiang Cheng calmly turned his body and gave orders to his men.

What are you waiting for? You are dragged into the bathroom and plunged into cold water. Shanghai's winter is damp and cold, and the suite relies on the fireplace for heating.

It was said that he could take a bath, but Jiang Cheng never used it when he arrived in Shanghai… Although the hot water was warm, the water would freeze him when he got out;

Now the assassin, who was tied up, was roughly pushed into the water without any temperature. One can imagine how freezing cold he felt.

"Hey, it stinks, you guys open the bathroom window."

Zhang Tingshu took it upon himself to give instructions to the aggressive guards, then rubbed his elbows and walked towards the fireplace, "But this house is too big, it's not good to sleep alone, right?"

Watching him quickly throw the last of the firewood in the fence into the fireplace, Jiang Cheng smiled: It should be said that he has a good impression of Zhang Tingshu, his temperament is just what he likes!

Zhang Tinglan said softly: "I think we can also strip this guy - I also had classmates from Shanghai when I was at Yanda."

"They say that there are many gangs in Shanghai, but many of them have a unified mark."

Yan Ziwen said, "Yes, yes, why didn't I think of that? Many people have tattoos on their bodies, and you can tell what guild or gang they belong to at a glance."

Jiang Cheng always listened to advice and had someone strip the guy who had drunk a bellyful of water.

But surprisingly, the man was naked, and apart from some bruises that were obvious from being beaten, there were no special marks.

At this time, Ye Hai, who was ambushing in St. John, also came back with his men. Although he was drenched like a drowned rat by the freezing rain, the excitement on his face was like that of a victorious general: "Haha, Master Jiang, you are really worthy of me... I used your trick and caught one easily!"

(End of this chapter)