"Call up."

"Call who?"

"Mrs. Lin."

"I don't have her phone number."

"It's in the envelope."

"Yeah?"

Zhang Yong picked up the envelope dubiously.

I opened the seal. Suddenly my eyes lit up. There seemed to be US dollars inside! It was green, what could it be if it wasn't US dollars?

I immediately cheered up. I pulled out the U.S. dollar and found that there was only one. The face value was 10 U.S. dollars. I suddenly became curious. Whose face was on the 10-dollar bill? It was not Washington or Lincoln! Then I found a series of handwritten words on the banknote.

number.

Oh, this is the phone number. By the way, this Mrs. Lin knows his character very well. She knows that he is addicted to money. If he writes the phone number on the banknote, Zhang Yong can't even think about it. For 10 US dollars,

If I ask you to make a phone call, you can't refuse, right?

What's more, there is also a challenge letter.

It involves 1,500 rounds of ammunition. It’s not too much, it’s too little.

Losing face is a trivial matter. The main thing is that something that belongs to him, Zhang Yong, was taken away, and he was very unhappy...

Pick up the phone. Dial.

Someone answered the phone quickly.

It was the voice of a waxy woman. It was completely different from the last time.

"Hello……"

"I'm looking for Mrs. Lin. Tell her to come and answer the phone right away."

"Who are you?"

"I am Zhang Yong. Zhang Yong from the Fuxing Society Secret Service."

"You go to No. 11 Yanjiang Road."

"do what?"

"There is someone waiting for you there. You will know when you go."

"good."

Zhang Yong really didn’t believe in evil and agreed directly.

In other places, he might be worried about being plotted against. But in Jinling, Shanghai, and Hangzhou, he was not afraid at all.

This is your home court.

If you are plotted on your home court, you deserve to die.

Put down the phone.

ready to go.

Li Boqi said nothing. It was as if he didn't exist at all.

Zhang Yong went out.

"Yang Zhi!"

"arrive!"

"Assemble your team and follow me."

"yes."

"Wear a scope."

"clear!"

Yang Zhi immediately went to make arrangements.

Soon, five cars filed out of the Jige Alley headquarters.

Driving quietly towards Yanjiang Road.

Zhang Yong had no impression of No. 11 Yanjiang Road.

He never looks at the house number. Therefore, he definitely does not have the talent of an agent. His memory is too poor.

Arrive at Yanjiang Road.

Zhang Yong slowed down the car and started to look at the house number.

As a result, I unexpectedly discovered that there is no formal house number on Yanjiang Road.

There is no complete planning on Yanjiang Road. There are all kinds of random buildings built by oneself. Therefore, the Civil Affairs Bureau has not registered the house number here at all.

Okay, it seems like someone has tricked you?

Maybe there was no one here at all. He was deliberately making his trip in vain.

Mud...

Just as I was about to scold my mother, I suddenly saw a large sign placed on the roadside in front of me, with the number 11 written gorgeously...

The curse words came to my mouth and then retracted. Okay. I misunderstood. Someone.

Monitor the map and find a person there.

There was no weapon sign, but there was a money sign. So I immediately cheered up.

I approached quietly. I unexpectedly discovered that No. 11 was actually a bar. I was a little surprised. There was actually a bar on Yanjiang Road?

impossible……

He has passed by here before.

Although my memory is said to be very poor, there really isn’t one in the bar!

Suspicion.

Be cautious secretly.

That Mrs. Lin may have some tricks up her sleeve.

Caution is the boat……

He waved his hand to signal others to get out of the car. He was on alert all around.

After making sure there was nothing unusual, Zhang Yong got out of the car and approached the bar. He found that there was indeed only one person inside.

Not a beauty.

But a very old man.

His hair and beard are all white, his eyes are small, and he is squatting on the chair of a master and smoking welding smoke in a very unqualified manner.

The long cigarette rod seemed to be made of pure copper. Every time he exhaled and inhaled, sparks flew out randomly. The copper cigarette rod also seemed to be faintly red. Zhang Yong did not dare to approach easily.

In martial arts novels, such an old man is often a master of the game and cannot be easily offended.

The pure copper tobacco stick in his hand is the most powerful weapon.

Just tap acupuncture points.

At worst, the heavenly spirit cover will be lifted.

It's better to be careful.

Fortunately, I have a gun and am calm.

First prepare the Colt M1911 large-caliber pistol.

If something goes wrong, draw your gun immediately.

No matter how skilled you are, you are still afraid of kitchen knives.

I don’t believe that an 11.43 mm caliber bullet cannot kill an old guy...

"You are very careful..." The old man blew out smoke rings, but his voice was very clear.

"Where is Mrs. Lin?" Zhang Yong was still highly vigilant.

"How could she come to see you in person? You are not qualified to see her yet."

"Who are you?"

"You can call me Fan Liangchen. You can also call me Old Man Fan. Or Lao Fan. Of course, you can also call me Mr. Fan."

"What are you doing here?"

"This is a long story. Are you sure you want to stand up and say it?"

"explain."
To be continued...