Climbing or something like that is nothing to worry about.

Soon, the pipe was opened and the weapons hidden inside were discovered.

Not one.

There are many.

One of the rifles is indeed a Springfield M1903.

Yuri quickly smelled the barrel of the gun. Sure enough, he smelled a faint smell of propellant. He was sure it was it.

The smell of gunpowder floating outside can be blown away by the wind. However, the smell of gunpowder remaining inside the barrel cannot be removed in a short time.

In addition to the Spring M1903 rifle, there are also two Browning M1903 pistols and two spare magazines. It seems that there has been a premeditation. There is a strong possibility that there is more than one murderer. There may be an accomplice. Or maybe

an organization.

"Where's the murderer?"

"I still need a little time."

"how long?"

"Hard to say."

Zhang Yong answered honestly.

He is indeed unpredictable because the murderer cannot be identified.

If the murderer was still armed at this moment, he might be able to locate him at a glance. The problem is, the murderer has abandoned his weapon.

There's no way around it.

Even if you meet face to face, the map cannot show you.

As for Zhang Yong’s own judgment...

Sorry, what judgment can he make on his own?

Yuri motioned to Zhang Yong to follow him.

"follow me."

"Where to go?"

"Meet our boss."

"good."

Zhang Yong readily agreed.

Since you want to enter the international stage, you will definitely have to meet with many big names.

Traveling through many aisles…

Come to a luxurious living room.

Does this look like the presidential suite of a future hotel?

Spacious…

extravagant……

It doesn't feel like you're on a cruise ship at all.

Sure enough, a boss is a boss. No matter where he goes, he must highlight his identity.

"Please take a seat."

"Thanks."

Zhang Yong sat down obediently.

Qi Qi went in to report. He came out soon after.

After a while, a bald man wearing a nightgown walked out of the room inside.

His whole body is covered with hair. No wonder he is called Lao Maozi.

Zhang Yong then stood up.

"Sure enough, being famous is not as good as meeting him. James Zhang is young and promising, with a bright future."

"Who are you……"

"Oleg."

"Awesome?"

"Oleg."

"Awesome."

"Please take a seat."

"Thanks."

Zhang Yong sat down obediently.

Oleg sat down and picked up a box of cigars. He motioned to Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong shook his head and said that he did not smoke and had no interest in tobacco. He wanted to say, you can give it a discount. But in the end he did not say anything.

"Zhang, we can cooperate."

"cooperative contents?"

“Very broad.”

"For example?"

"As long as all the Japanese are not dead, the world will need Mr. Zhang."

"All right……"

"Zhang, you can make conditions."

"Actually, Mr. Ollie, my requirements are very low..."

"Just money?"

"That's right."

"That's no problem."

Oleg raised his cigar and signaled Yuri to prepare it.

Yuri was about to leave. He went into the next room and came back a few minutes later, carrying a canvas bag.

He threw the canvas handbag directly at Zhang Yong's feet.

"Thanks."

Zhang Yong looked indifferent.

bend over.

Pick up the tote bag.

Open.

There are colorful dollars inside.

A bag full.

The face value is either $5 or $10.

A rough estimate, maybe $50,000?

"One hundred thousand!"

"What?"

"One hundred thousand dollars!"

"ah?"

Zhang Yong frowned secretly.

Brother, you are telling lies with your eyes open!

Obviously there are only about 50,000.

You insisted on saying it was 100,000. Are you planning to trick me into getting 50,000?

What a waste of cooperation!

"This is fifty thousand. Find the traitor and give me another fifty thousand!"

"oh……"

"Mr. Zhang, does it mean that the more money we give you, the faster you will move?"

"Mr. Ollie, you are really good at reading people!"
To be continued...