Liang Jian: I have a canteen

The interpreter was taken away by the special forces, and he should be tortured now, asking for the exact location of the gold.

Xu San probably didn't have much to ask, because the translator was from Huaxia and was hired temporarily.

With such a large amount of ten tons of gold, he estimated that a temporarily hired translator would not be able to know the clues.

There is not enough information about these British people in Yingge, and many of them need to be investigated temporarily.

But after a simple investigation, Xu San and the others only found that there were 13 of them in total, four of whom were Chinese, and they had four cars besides that.

Apart from these, Xu San and the others did not find any trace of gold.

The density of gold is 19.32g/cubic centimeter, so a ton of gold is about 0.05 cubic meters more.

Ten tons is 0.5 cubic meters.

It doesn't look like a big size, but its deadly weight makes it impossible to transport it easily.

Xu San estimated that he was in the car, but after the shelling, he found that none of the four cars seemed to be there.

Although the special forces team's reconnaissance skills are good, they can't be as elusive as ninjas.

At this time Xu San thought, it would be great if Fan Ji followed, and let her sneak into the house to have a look.

It's a pity that Yamamoto issued a death order, and the matter of Jin should not be known to others.

In fact, with the strength of the six of them, Xu San, they could kill all these dozen people directly, and then search for the whereabouts of gold.

but,

This path doesn't work either.

Xu San was afraid that if he didn't hide in this yard, if he killed all the people, wouldn't the clues be completely broken.

Killing a few, keeping a few, and extorting confessions by torture doesn't seem to work. I'm still afraid that the gold is not hidden in the hands of these people. When the time comes, these Yingge shit will come to a Mingxiu plank road, and secretly hide Chen Cang. Isn't Xu San a bamboo basket? The water is empty.

So after some consideration, Xu San finally decided to pretend to be a monk and approach these Britons first.

The monk's uniform was prepared to prevent this situation. In addition, he knew a lot about Manchester during this period through his contact with Thomas in the past six months, and he would not easily reveal his secrets when acting.

Westerners see monks like Chinese people see monks. They cannot be said to be close, but they will have a sense of security. Subjectively, they feel that the other party will not harm others.

It would be even better if she was a nun, but it's a pity that Xu San is not a master of women's clothing.

With an interpreter, the communication between Zhang Lianfa and Baldhead became much smoother.

Zhang Lianfa explained the situation outside the city, and his baldness also explained that he had lost his translator.

When Zhang Lianfa proposed to send troops for protection, Baldhead refused, expressing his distrust of Huaxia troops.

Zhang Lianfa didn't care, he was just a squad leader, and he would not mix with a person who dealt with foreigners as long as he could.

After some tossing, the front of the city gate is now deserted, only the bald-headed car is left.

"Mr. Cultivator, thank you for your help, I don't know your name yet!?" After being busy for a long time, the bald man remembered to ask Xu San's name.

"My name is Thomas Vader, what about you?" Xu San said the name he had prepared in advance.

"My name is Tom, Tom, Trapp."

Seeing Xu San's facial expression was a bit strange, Tom quickly asked, "Mr. Brother, is there something wrong with my name?"

"No, I think of my hometown."

"I heard from you just now that your hometown is Manchester, but I think you look like an oriental person." Tom looked at Xu San's face and asked.

"My great-grandfather was from Huaxia, and it was his last request to come to China to preach the mission this time." Xu San showed a nostalgic look on his face.

Xu San's acting skills are superb, comparable to five hundred and one day group performances.

Under the moonlight, a crystal teardrop hangs in the corner of his eye, making the bald Tom think of his dead relatives.

He took out his handkerchief and wiped the corners of his eyes, "Sorry for bringing up your sadness."

Xu San quickly switched to the magic stick mode, "He has returned to Zhu's embrace." He said and kissed a crude cross hanging on his neck.

Sporadic artillery fire rang out again, accompanied by sporadic gunshots.

Tom turned to look north, and seemed to see a fire flickering in the distance.

He raised his brows lightly. This time he took the translator and the driver out to inquire about the news, wanting to find out what happened. As for going out of the city, he was just talking casually. He is not that stupid. He brought ten tons of Jin Jin went to hit the devil's muzzle. Compared with the Huaxia people, he still felt that the devil was more terrifying and cunning.

Ten tons of gold, which was plundered by Dong'asan Company in China for many years, most of which came from AP.

Although this thing has been banned,
However, with hundreds of times the profit, is it forbidden?
Take Lao Yan, the local emperor in western Shanxi, as an example. Isn't this an unclear historical case under the slogan of banning smoking?

Lao Yan was the one who advocated the ban on smoking, and he was also a pioneer in this regard.

But after the development of the matter, it was out of his control. There are 30 smokers in western Shanxi, how many families are there? AP.

"Smoking cessation medicine cake" is actually that kind of thing, nothing more than changing the formula to make it less addictive.

The development and manufacture of this kind of thing has always been the shadow of Dong'a San Company.

In other words, these ten tons of gold were stained with the blood and tears of the Chinese people.

So, must stay!

As the saying goes, when a fellow countryman sees a fellow countryman, his eyes are full of tears. Even foreigners cannot escape this rule.

Coupled with the fact that Xu San is now a missionary, Tom felt a little closer to him.

"Brother Thomas, where are you resting now?" Tom asked.

"There is no church here. I rest at the believer's house. They are all devout believers. They gave me the best food, but I eat the rough food." Xu San expressed gratitude on his face.

Tom has been in China for many years, so he naturally knows the living standards of ordinary people, and the so-called best food is probably something he can't swallow.

"How about coming to my place, Brother Thomas?"

Thomas proposed an invitation. He needed an interpreter, a safe interpreter, and Xu San was the best choice.

"This..." Xu San didn't agree immediately, but acted hesitantly.

"I have lost my translator now, and I think I need your help more." Tom expressed his difficulties with a pitiful face.

Xu San didn't agree right away, but found a few lame excuses to shirk, and vaguely mentioned that the life of preaching was hard, he couldn't eat enough and sleep well, and he was in danger of being arrested.

Thomas is not stupid to be responsible for the transportation of ten tons of gold, so he immediately made a cake for Xu San, saying that he would donate money to build a church.

Speaking of this, Xu San immediately agreed, "Okay, thank you for your invitation, but I have to go back and get my things back."

"Great! Thank you for your help!" Tom said as he opened the car door and made a gesture of invitation.

The car started and left the city gate.

Sitting in the car, Xu San suddenly felt that the car was so meaty both at the start and at the speed of travel. (end of this chapter)