Bourne: Command and Conquer

Chapter 964, yes. He is a divine being.

Christian actually worked as a western cowboy.

Although the performance is not very good. Not famous. But, after all, he has played with guns.

 In the West, staying alive is considered a skill.

 The problem is that at this moment, he cannot understand Zhang Yong's operation.

 Zhang Yong does not seem to be a professional.

 The route he chose was very strange. It was incompatible with what he had imagined.

 However, the final result seems to be very ideal. He managed to get behind the target without the target noticing.

 Can you shoot?

 The distance is more than 130 meters. The view is good.

 Leave three people staring at the goal while the others move on.

so…

Christian didn’t understand. I really want to speak. But he held back.

 Then the third, the fourth, the fifth...

 They all have guns.

 At such a distance, using a rifle should be able to easily kill the target.

He actually found his way to about fifty meters behind the target.

 All five targets were killed. All were hit by more than three bullets.

 At this moment, I cannot speak. Otherwise, it may be heard by the target. Some enemies have very sensitive ears.

 Quietly.

 Only the complete death of the enemy can eliminate the threat.

 The weapons used by these five traitors were all shell guns. The quality is quite good.

"Snapped!"

 You cannot ask for information if you are dead.

 Zhang Yong’s men seem to have scopes?

 That’s even simpler.

 Unfortunately, all of them died.

 Are they all killed?

 So cruel.

 Zhang Yong gestured.

 At almost the same time, gunfire rang out.

 Want to catch someone alive. It's a pity that there are no conditions.

"Snapped!"

Just one shot...

 Never underestimate the tenacity of your enemy.

 Either you want money.

 Either you will die.

 Continue to approach the second target.

 This distance is very close. The slightest commotion may attract the target's attention.

 He doesn’t need a living mouth at all. You don't even get a chance to bargain.

 Zhang Yong came up to inspect the body.

Christian thinks he can do it too.

 He is still moving forward.

 Target has weapons. If he wasn't dead, he would definitely fight back.

　　　Not even a living mouth.

 That’s what I’m afraid of.

 Nothing was found. Except for a shell gun.

Christian:? ? ?

This Zhang Yong is really difficult to deal with.

 There are no living mouths.

 Five goals in total.

However, Zhang Yong did not order the shooting.

"what are you up to?"

　　　give up.

not give a **** about.

 Small shrimp.

 “I’ve seen this man...” Christian said suddenly.

 “Yeah.” Zhang Yong nodded. Didn't care.

　　possibly responsible for keeping an eye on Christian. Of course he does.

Those responsible for tracking tasks are at the bottom. There is no oil or water. He was too lazy to bother.

 One hundred thousand dollars were given away. I don't like the small money.

 “No, I mean, he’s not just a guy. He’s a businessman.”

 “What businessman?”

 “It seems to be the owner of a foreign company. Yes. Manchang Foreign Company.”

  “Where?”

 “I forgot the name of the street. But, I’ll take you there.”

"good."

 Zhang Yong led his people into action.

 The gun was fired, fearing that it would attract the intervention of French troops. Or the policeman might send someone to check it out.

result. not at all.

　　It seems to be a tacit understanding that Tilanqiao Prison is a place outside the law.

 Siphrate, the magic stick, seems to have a good influence in the French Concession. Others dare not offend him easily.

 Come to Masnan Road.

 The foreign company mentioned by Christian is over here.

 Look around. Zhang Yong was a little curious. This side of Masnan Road does not seem to be a commercial area. Do you open a foreign business?

 Soon found Manchang Foreign Company.

 The door is locked. Empty.

 The map shows that there is no one inside. But there is a gold mark. There are weapons symbols.

 “Are you sure it’s here?”

"right."

 “Get in!”

 Zhang Yong waved his hand.

 Someone came forward immediately and used technology to unlock the door.

 Fleeing in.

 Sure enough, there was no one inside.

 But, on the counter, there was a radio station.

Huh?

 Radio station?

 Just put it on the counter?

no…

Is it so unscrupulous?

 Put the radio directly on the counter? Then no one is there?

Depend on!

 The traitors are really arrogant!

>

 Subconsciously, he reached out and touched it.

 The radio station is cold.

  However, since it is placed on the counter, it must have been used before.

 Perhaps due to some special reasons later on, I had no time to put it away. As a result, they saw it as soon as they entered the door.

Beside the radio station, there is also a standard telegraph newspaper. And half a pencil.

 Pick up the telegraph newspaper. Check against the light.

Huh? Are there pen marks on it?

 Carefully tear off the telegraph newspaper and put it into your carry-on space.

 Vaguely, Zhang Yong felt that the portable space might display the content.

The same thing happened last time...

Sure enough, there seemed to be a flash of white light. The traces on the telegraph newspaper became clear.

take it out. Read the above content clearly.

  has two paragraphs.

 The first paragraph is "Zhang Yong took away the Americans."

 The second paragraph is "kill quickly".

  Turn your head sideways.

think.

 Judgment that the first paragraph is a telegram sent. The second paragraph is the telegram received.

The American should be Christian.

 The target of the quick kill should also be him.

Perhaps this traitor reported to Yoshiko Kawashima? Then he got the order to kill quickly. So I didn't dare to neglect, and hurried out without even putting on the radio. Then he died under Zhang Yong's gun. it's all over.

 Wrong…

not end yet…

Kawashima Yoshiko is still waiting for a call back!

 Give her a call back?

 Tell her that the Americans have been killed?

Ha ha!

 Let her be happy first.

 However, there is no code book. I rummaged through the box and couldn't find it.

 Fuck…

 Without a codebook, a telegram cannot be sent.

 Frowning…

 Where will the codebook be?

 The radio stations are already on the counter, so why not put the code pad on the counter too?

 Alas, I had to give up.

Go and look for gold signs. As a result, I found a small box of gold bars. They are all small gold bars. There are fifty.

 Pick yourself up immediately. Swallow the little gold bar.

 Look for the weapon symbol. A dozen more shell guns were found. The quality is very good. There are plenty of bullets.

 Continued to rummage through the boxes and cabinets, but unfortunately, nothing else was found.

Had no choice but to withdraw from the team.

 This foreign company is abolished. So I called Shi Bingdao and asked him to arrange for someone to remove the goods inside.

 There are also a lot of goods in the foreign bank. After pulling it back, use whatever you can. Unusable piles of warehouses. Maybe it will come in handy later. Since it is the property of a traitor, of course it will be confiscated in its entirety. Not even a receipt. This is how the webmaster dealt with Mu Lian.

 At the same time, take the radio station away. Leave it to Qiao Qingzi.

This is Kawashima Yoshiko's radio station. I wonder if the Japanese have any records?

 If not, it can be used to fake the Japanese navy radio station. Even if Yoshiko Kawashima noticed it, she would not dare to tell the truth.

Just as I put down the microphone, suddenly, the red light on the radio station flashed.

Huh? Flashing?    Received a telegram?

 Zhang Yong waved his hand. Immediately someone put on the earphones and began to receive telecommunications codes.

 As a result, telecommunication codes were quickly accepted. There are only seven groups. It should be one sentence. It may be Yoshiko Kawashima who is asking about the results of the operation. But not sure. Because it cannot be deciphered. Without a codebook, I could only stare at the code. Don't know what it means at all.

 Trying to put the code into the portable space, but nothing happens.

 Obviously, the system is not responsible for cracking passwords. It doesn't have that ability. I can only barely recover or something.

 In the end, it still has to be deciphered manually. Turing will do...

 Arranged properly.

 Soon, someone arrived in three Stypunk cars.

 According to Zhang Yong's request, the three Stypunks were all polished. All imported wax is used. The car body is so bright that people's silhouettes can be seen in it.

 “Let’s go!”

"Thanks."

Christian gets in the car.

 Something feels vaguely wrong. This car is too luxurious.

 Do you need such a luxurious car to take yourself to the port?

 The convoy left Masnan Road.

Christian suddenly realized something was wrong.

 This is not the way to the dock.

Looking sideways at Zhang Yong.

 “I’ll take you to the Peace Hotel.”

"peace restaurant?"

"right."

 “What are you going to do there?”

 “Announce your identity in a graceful manner.”

"What?"

“Do you want to go back in obscurity?”

 “But if I’m exposed…”

“Just say, you have discovered incredible wealth in the Inca Kingdom, and it is waiting for people who are destined to participate in its development.”

"I…"

 “There’s no way a rat can become a state legislator.”

"I…"

Christian was silent.

 He understood what Zhang Yong meant.

 Zhang Yong wanted him to reveal his identity and become a real figure.

Indeed, what Zhang Yong needs is not a shady mouse.

 What he needs is a bright, promising young man who is also rich in money. It can bring dreams to many people.

Then, let the dream suffocate...

 Ah, of course not. It is to attract more people to cooperate. Let's share the cake together.

 “This is my plan. Listen to it.”

"good."

 Zhang Yong began to tell.

 His plan was simple. It's packaging.

 Packaging Christian as a young rich man. Rich family fortune.

 Money has always been attracted by money.

 Only rich people can attract rich people.

 Law…

 Poor people cannot make money from rich people.

If you want to get along with the upper class, you must first become a member of the upper class yourself.

 Breaking the rules is not the end.

 The one who makes the rules is the king.

"But, I have no money anymore..." Christian said pitifully.

 “I do.” Zhang Yong replied calmly.

 After a pause, he said slowly, "Actually, you don't need a lot of money. As long as you follow my instructions, someone will send money to your door soon."

 “Okay.” Christian said he would obey.

 Zhang Yong took out a pile of francs.

Now, these francs that he despised are finally put to use by heroes.

By the way, he really has many, many francs now...

 “Tipping must be generous.”

"good."

Christian is starting to get into character.

 Just change clothes in the car.

 Zhang Yong has prepared suits, leather shoes, and ties, all of which are high-end goods.

 All handmade in France. Focus on a high level. With so many francs in his hand, he finally spent part of it.

Not to mention, French luxury goods are indeed unique.

 Even Italian products cannot be compared with France for the time being.

Christian wears a full set of French brand names, a Patek Philippe watch, and a Tiffany brooch, and he is definitely considered a first-class rich man.

 The motorcade arrived at the Peace Hotel. Three Stypunks lined up.

 A dozen agents got out of the car first and controlled the surrounding tactical points.

 Zhang Yong got off the car.

 Look around.

 Intentionally make yourself visible to everyone around you.

 That's right, he wants to use his own identity to set off Christian's existence. Let everyone believe that Christian is really a genius.

 That’s right. Godly.

 A tycoon who controlled the gold reserves of the Inca Kingdom.

 As rich as a country?

  No, no, no, what does it mean to be as rich as a country?

 It is that you have no way of estimating how much wealth he has. Because maybe he doesn't even know it himself.

 Would anyone believe it?

of course not. Most people won't believe it.

 The majority of people are still intelligent.

 However, these people with normal thinking are not Zhang Yong’s target.

 From now on, the target group has been filtered. People who don't believe it will naturally not have any interest in Christian.

Only those guys who are stupid and have a lot of money are likely to fall into the trap.

 Actually, it’s not a game either.

As long as he is willing to pay, Zhang Yong will definitely arrange a bright future for him.

 In the next ten years, the world will change rapidly, and everyone who follows Zhang Yong will be able to gain sufficient benefits. Because cakes all over the world are really big and big.

 Enter the hotel door. The first thing is-

Give Tips!

Give Tips!

Christian spent money like water.

 Hands of francs were squandered. It immediately attracted the attention of countless people.

 Zhang Yong had a straight face, as if he was cold-faced, staring at everyone around him.

 Many people shuddered.

 Some people recognized Zhang Yong.

"It's him?"

"It's him?"

I could vaguely hear someone discussing behind me.

 But Zhang Yong didn't care. Just go to the front. Domineeringly book the highest floor of the entire hotel.

 Need money?

 There are plenty of them. Give directly to US dollars.

 Want to show off. How can we do without dollars? Just throw out a bunch of dollars.

 As a result, a stack of dollars accidentally fell on the ground.

Zhang Yong glanced at them and didn't bother to pick them up, as if they didn't exist at all.

Where is Shenhao!

 Can you bend down to pick up money? joke!

 The money dropped on the ground is no longer yours. Let them be...

 Get the key. Turn around and go upstairs.

 Behind him, everyone looked at each other in shock.

 Suddenly, everyone woke up from a dream and hurriedly picked up the dollars on the ground.

Christian threw the remaining francs into the air. Suddenly more people joined the fight. The scene suddenly became heated.

 Come up to the sixth floor.

 The top floor of the Peace Hotel is the sixth floor. There are six suites. They were all taken care of by Zhang Yong.

 The main focus is a divine hero. Not short of money.

 Enter the room.

 The hotel leaders came to pay their respects one after another.

Christian was a little arrogant and ignored him. Things were done with francs.

 Zhang Yong continues to play the role of the cold-faced god.

 Finally, settled down.

 “Zhang, is it really okay?” Christian was a little nervous.

 “Okay.” Zhang Yong replied calmly.

 From now on, the overall situation is officially unfolding.

 A guest is coming.

 It was indeed him. He is well informed!

"All right…"

 “Here comes Rodhart.”

"he?"

 “Calm down.”

 “How did you know it was him?”

 “I can predict the future.”

"Yeah?"

Christian was more and more awed.

 This Zhang Yong is indeed a god! He was always around, and no one reported to him, and he knew about Rodhart's arrival?

so amazing…

Sure enough, a few minutes later, someone came to report that Rodhart wanted to see him.

 “Invite him in.”

"yes."

  【To be continued】

 (End of this chapter)