so……

Zhang Yong looked calm.

Lawrence said nothing.

He never liked to talk. He always used his gun instead of his mouth.

The problem is, he doesn't have a gun now...

"Why didn't the Japanese kill you?" Zhang Yong asked slowly.

Lawrence didn't answer.

There was no change in his eyes.

"Your companion was killed by the Japanese?" Zhang Yong continued to ask.

It is estimated that the other party will not answer.

Sure enough, Lawrence was silent.

Zhang Yong suspected that the other party's eyes might be fake. There was no change at all.

Reminds me of a movie called: Western? A Million Ways to Die?

Oh, it's quite familiar. I've seen it many times when I was bored. The bandit leader in it is quite powerful...

"Where is the money you brought from America?"

Zhang Yong started to get down to business.

In the final analysis, the U.S. dollar is king.

After doing this for a long time, his purpose was still to get Lawrence’s dollars!

"who are you?"

Finally, Lawrence spoke slowly.

There is no way, he can't continue to consume it. Because he is injured!

He was hit by Rod Hart.

Rodhart is not a bad guy. The warheads are specially treated.

The result of this special treatment was that Lawrence could not treat the wound by himself, nor could he disinfect it.

The warhead is poisonous. It has strong snake venom. Moreover, the warhead is deeply cross-cut.

Even if it misses a vital point, the warhead will split and fragments will fly around. At the same time, the snake venom will spread.

Lawrence himself also prepared some medicine, but it was not enough. In the end, he still had to go to the hospital for treatment. Otherwise, he was likely to die in a foreign country.

"My name is Zhang Yong. I'm from the Secret Service of the Huaxia Fuxing Society."

"do what?"

"Similar to your FBI..."

The sound stopped suddenly.

Draw your gun.

Lawrence's body immediately paused.

He wants to attack.

He wanted to catch Zhang Yong off guard, pounce at close range, and then control the opponent.

Or grab the gun, fight back, and then run for your life.

result……

His forehead was pressed against the muzzle of the gun.

Suddenly I didn't dare to move.

Because what was pressed against his head was a Colt M1911 with a caliber of 43 mm and seven bullets. It was enough to send him to see God.

If there really is a God...

Lawrence never believed in God. However, he did not want to take risks.

so……

"you win……"

Lawrence raised his hands decisively.

Others swarmed up and tied him up tightly. The shackles were also used.

At that moment, Lawrence acted very quickly and almost succeeded in the plot. Fortunately, Zhang Yong's reaction was not slow either. He did not give the opponent a chance to sneak attack.

"I'm an American. You can't arrest me."

"Does anyone know?"

"..."

Lawrence was silent.

Okay. The opponent still won.

Does anyone know? Five simple words.

Lawrence was doomed to be a tragedy.

"The FBI is still looking for you. Their people have arrived in Shanghai. Do you think you are safe because you are an American?"

"snort!"

"Besides Rod Hart, who is chasing you?"

"It's useless if you know."

"Is it Crich Leatherwood?"

Zhang Yong said casually.

He remembered the name of the bandit leader.

"Who is he?"

Lawrence sneered disdainfully.

Zhang Yong:???

Hey, so arrogant?

Didn't you take the Western bandit leader seriously?

Are you telling me about The Ballad of Buster Scruggs? Haha. If so, you are really dead...

The white cowboy pretended to be cool for 27 minutes and 33 seconds. Finally he was shot dead.

"I know who it is."

"who?"

"The Ballad of Buster Scruggs..."

"you!"

Lawrence was suddenly frightened.

But he quickly regained his composure, lowered his head, and continued to remain silent.

However, Zhang Yong saw his reaction just now. He couldn't help but become confused. Could he have guessed it right?

pull……

impossible……

Shake his head and bring the topic back.

"I know you came to Shanghai with a lot of money. Give it to me. I will ensure your safety."

Zhang Yong was good at tempting.

Lawrence still lowered his head and remained silent.

It seems that he is a tough guy! He is also a miser. He never gets rid of anything.

Zhang Yong hates such people.

He obviously just wants money, but not his life, yet he refuses to cooperate.

If you don't let such a miser suffer, you don't know how much I, Zhang Yong, hate the miser...

So he beckoned, "Give me the troll."

Wei Fangquan handed over the Remington shotgun.

Zhang Yong reached out and took over.
To be continued...