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- Zhang Tianhao didn¡¯t know where Zhao Xiaowen, whom he let go, was exposed.
But he didn¡¯t care. Instead, he stood at the window of the room, slowly smoking a cigarette and looking at the door outside the Peace Hotel. And the occasional pedestrian or rickshaw passing by on the street.
This is not the first time he has come here, and it is not the first time he has stayed in this Peace Hotel.
Coming here, he can be said to be revisiting his old place, but with a different identity.
The only thing that Zhang Tianhao didn't expect was that tonight's welcome dance would encounter this incident. He was a little curious. Their arrival might be why anti-Japanese elements came here to carry out assassinations.
¡°Dong dong dong!¡±
At this moment, there was a knock on the door and the voice of a waiter outside.
"Sir, we are here to deliver dinner, can you come in?"
Zhang Tianhao looked at the time and saw that it was already half past ten. It was a bit exaggerated to serve dinner at this time!
He couldn't help but smile bitterly, and then ignored the waiter outside, and just replied lightly: "No, I've gone to bed."
His room is not big, it is just a single room. What he says can be heard by people outside.
"Then, sir, do you need any special services?"
"No thanks!"
After Zhang Tianhao finished speaking, footsteps could be heard outside. Apparently the waiter had left his room and knocked on Fred's room door.
Zhang Tianhao was also stunned by the fact that Fred and the others were not scrupulous about meat and vegetables, but he just smiled and sat there slowly looking at the night scene outside.
After watching and smoking a cigarette, he picked up his coat and put it on directly, and then headed towards the casino on the second floor.
He does want to have some fun. After a while, he will also go to the bar to see if there is any useful information.
After all, he is also such an old customer. Even though he spent the spring of 1935 here, and now he is back in his hometown, he still has an indescribable feeling.
The casino of the Peace Hotel is mainly open to internal guests. After all, most of the guests here are foreigners, and the gambling money is not small.
He arrived at the casino on the second floor. The casino was the same as before, but it was probably after ten o'clock and there were not that many customers.
Half an hour later, Zhang Tianhao won a total of US$1,200, which can be said to be a big win.
But for the price here, no one cares about the more than a thousand dollars. After all, it is just small money, and everyone here has a certain status.
What Zhang Tianhao didn¡¯t expect was that he thought he was being targeted, but he didn¡¯t find anyone following him, which made him slightly disappointed.
However, he also understands that this is a normal thing. After all, he is just a small translator. The Japanese or people here in Xinjing are not willing to offend him, let alone lose the big for the small.
In the bar on the third floor, Zhang Tianhao randomly hit a spot and ordered a cup of coffee. He had just won money anyway, and he didn't care about the cost of drinking a few drinks.
However, compared to how he was dressed in the casino on the second floor, he put on a hat, changed his clothes, and put on sunglasses, and he looked like a completely different person.
The original white shirt has been replaced by a set of black silk clothes. He looks like a Ergouzi, especially the small round glasses. If he lowers his head and bends his waist, it will look more like him.
Sitting there, he took a sip of wine, then looked around, and the expression on his face became a little exciting.
Because he saw August sitting in a corner of the bar, drinking and chatting with a middle-aged man, who looked like an Asian. As for who he was, he didn't see clearly.
Zhang Tianhao walked towards the bar and sat down closer to the two of them, on the bar.
"Sir, what do you need?"
"Give me a Bloody Mary!" Zhang Tianhao glanced at the waiter opposite, a White Russian.
"Fifty dollars, or equivalent!"
The bartender was stunned and immediately said casually. At the same time, he looked Zhang Tianhao up and down, but he was a little disappointed. After all, Zhang Tianhao was wearing a hat and glasses, which almost covered the upper half of his face.
"no problem!"
Zhang Tianhao took out some money from his pocket and put it directly on the table. It was all rubles. In proportion, it was almost fifty US dollars.
??The bartender was stunned and immediately put it away as if nothing had happened. Instead, he went directly to make Zhang Tianhao a drink. After all, he had to pay for the drink.
It took three minutes before the bartender pushed a glass of wine that was as thick as blood in front of Zhang Tianhao and said politely: "Sir, your wine."
"Thanks!"
Zhang Tianhao took it, looked at the wine, and took a sip. Then he closed his eyes and tasted it slowly. After about half a minute, he sighed: "It tastes a little worse than the last time. It seems that the strength is not enough!"
"Sir, have you come to my place for a drink?" The bartender was also stunned and asked with some doubts.
"I'm an old customer! It's just that you can't remember it." Zhang Tianhao said calmly in a false voice. At the same time, he picked it up and took another sip.
¡°Sir, I don¡¯t know what else you need. How can I serve you?¡±
¡®I¡¯m buying a batch of Mosin-Nagant sniper rifles! ¡¯
Relatively speaking, the effect of this kind of gun can be said to be surprisingly good. It hit Qingmu Rongsheng's chest nearly 1,500 meters away and killed him with one shot.
?Compared to 98k, it is more stable and accurate.
"A batch?"
The bartender was also stunned. After all, you only buy guns one by one, but you buy them in batches.
"How much do you want, sir?"
"How much does one cost?"
"It's $150 a pop, plus $25 for a thousand rounds of ammunition. What do you think?"
"Okay, I wonder how many you have?"
It is normal to buy four or five other rifles for one sniper rifle. For this price, Zhang Tianhao did not refuse, but nodded.
"How much do you want, sir?"
"I'll take whatever you have now, but can I use other money to pay for it?"
"Yes, but the exchange rate will be reduced by half!"
"Okay, I want to ask you how many sniper rifles and bullets you have, I want them all!"
"I need to make a phone call, please wait a moment, sir." The bartender heard Zhang Tianhao mouthing open his mouth and asked for everything. He was also stunned, and immediately picked up the phone and made a call.
"Hey, who is it? If you don't give me a reasonable explanation, I will twist your head off."
As soon as the call was connected, a man's roar was heard. It was obvious that the other party was disturbed and felt extremely unhappy.
"Baby, there is a customer who wants to eat rice. I wonder how many pairs of chopsticks and rice grains you have. The customer wants them all." The bartender immediately said it to the person on the phone seriously. That fluent Russian.
¡°What, I want them all!¡±
The person who was still angry was also stunned for more than ten seconds.
"I only have twenty-one pairs of chopsticks here, and there are not many rice grains left. I only have five bowls of rice. There may be some left!"
"I'll ask the customer, but sir is a big customer and a regular customer. I hope you understand." The bartender reminded him in a low voice. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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