Chapter 53 A hint of hot pot
After returning to Chinatown, Zhao Ziyang immediately walked towards Zhao Zhengrong's Sichuan restaurant. He wanted to meet Zhao Zhengrong and confirm his guess.
It was already three o'clock in the morning, and most shops in Chinatown had closed. Only some entertainment venues and 24-hour convenience stores still had their lights on.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!” Zhao Ziyang slammed the door of the Sichuan restaurant, shouting, “Brother Zhao, Brother Zhao!”
Zhao Zhengrong inside seemed to be fast asleep, without any movement.
"Bang bang bang!" Zhao Ziyang knocked on the door again with greater force, shouting even louder.
"Who is it?" Zhao Zhengrong's voice came from the second floor of the Sichuan restaurant. His voice was loud and full of anger for being woken up from his sleep.
With a loud bang, the window was opened by the naked Zhao Zhengrong, who shouted at Zhao Ziyang in dissatisfaction, "Who? Are you calling for my soul?"
Looking up at Zhao Zhengrong's sleepy face, Zhao Ziyang smiled at him.
"Brother Zhao, I, Zhao Ziyang, have something urgent to discuss with you."
"Oh, Zhao Ziyang, why don't you talk about it in the morning? Why do you have to play the ghost knocking on the door in the middle of the night?" Zhao Zhengrong's tone was a little better, but he still retracted his head in dissatisfaction.
After a while, the lights in the hall of the Sichuan restaurant came on, and the footsteps of Zhao Zhengrong were heard, opening the door for Zhao Ziyang.
Zhao Zhengrong was only wearing a pair of underwear, and his naked upper body was covered with various scars: gunshot wounds, knife wounds, shrapnel scratches, and even teeth marks.
"Let me tell you, if you hadn't been a soldier, I would definitely not open the door." Zhao Zhengrong said to Zhao Ziyang dissatisfiedly, reached out to take out a half-pack of cigarettes from the bar, lit one and started smoking.
"Haha, I'm sorry to disturb Brother Zhao so late, but I really have something urgent to do." Zhao Ziyang said to Zhao Zhengrong embarrassedly and went straight to the second floor of the Sichuan restaurant.
"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?" Seeing Zhao Ziyang walking towards the second floor, Zhao Zhengrong suddenly became anxious and chased after him in slippers.
The second floor was his bedroom, the door was open, it would be so bad to let Zhao Ziyang sneak into his bedroom. There was a naked foreign girl lying on his bed. Although he was a widower, it was normal for him to find a woman to vent his sexual desire at night, but it was so bad to let others see such a private matter, it was embarrassing!
Zhao Ziyang ignored Zhao Zhengrong and walked quickly towards his bedroom.
A blonde girl was lying on the bed in the bedroom. She was naked and facing the door. The softness of her chest and the golden color of her crotch were clearly visible. At this time, the girl was sleeping soundly, breathing evenly through her nose.
"Hey, brother, what are you doing? Are you catching someone cheating? The British police don't care about this matter, but you think you are a public security officer?" Zhao Zhengrong quickly closed the door with an embarrassed look on his face and scolded Zhao Ziyang.
When he saw the naked woman, Zhao Ziyang quickly scanned the bedroom through the half-open door and found nothing suspicious.
"Brother Zhao, let me speak frankly." Zhao Ziyang took out the bullet shell and placed it in front of Zhao Zhengrong, staring into his eyes and said, "Just now, I encountered a sniper while racing, but I didn't find him. I only found a SVD sniper rifle and this bullet shell that was left behind."
It was already very obvious. Zhao Ziyang came over in the middle of the night and took out the bullet shell, which clearly showed that he suspected that the sniper was Zhao Zhengrong.
First, Zhao Zhengrong is a veteran, and an extremely outstanding and powerful veteran; second, Lu Dilong's men smashed his place and beat his son yesterday afternoon; third, moving around in the past few years has shown that Zhao Zhengrong is avoiding something; fourth, if he doesn't want to be in trouble again, the best way is to kill Lu Dilong, the leader of the Black Tiger Gang. Once Lu Dilong dies, the Black Tiger Gang will be swallowed up and there will be no more trouble.
Another point is that Zhao Zhengrong had reasons to do so. Snipers of this level simply disdained to assassinate Lu Dilong. Even if they had enemies, they could only afford to hire third-rate killers.
"Brother, you won't suspect that I'm the sniper, right?" Zhao Zhengrong opened his eyes wide and the cigarette in his mouth almost fell to the ground.
This is too much. He can even blame the sniper on himself.
"It's not a doubt, but a certainty." Zhao Ziyang stuffed the bullet into Zhao Zhengrong's hand and said, "Your right shoulder is obviously much thicker than your left shoulder, and there is a thin layer of calluses. This is caused by the recoil of sniper rifles from years of shooting. Ordinary rifles cannot form this kind of shoulder. In addition, your scars tell me that this was not formed in a battle. The scars are new and old. I guess you are still fighting after retiring. Finally, the bullet you use is a high-explosive bullet, and the gunpowder in the cartridge case is columnar gunpowder. Changing the contact surface of the columnar gunpowder speeds up the burning speed and controls the production of the highest chamber pressure to form a fast-burning type of pistol gunpowder. Otherwise, it is not enough to activate the high-explosive bullet."
Zhao Zhengrong bit the cigarette butt and a helpless smile appeared on his face.
"Zhao Ziyang, you are right, but how can you link me to the sniper?" Zhao Zhengrong shook his head and continued, "To tell you the truth, I was doing piston movements with that foreign girl at night. Besides, although I know how to change the friction surface of columnar gunpowder , do I have to go out and kill people in the middle of the night?"
What Zhao Zhengrong said was also true. It would be great to ride a foreign horse at night. Why fight and kill? He is now a serious businessman, boss and chef, with parents and children to take care of. Living a quiet life is the real thing. Otherwise, how can he tolerate the arrogance of those little scoundrels who collect protection fees?
"Hehe..." Zhao Ziyang sniffed and said to him with an expression that said, "Brother Zhao, I smell hot pot in that carriage. Also, that gun seems to have only mechanical sights. Maybe only those who have fought in self-defense counterattacks don't like to use scopes. Nowadays, snipers pursue the accuracy of killing with one shot, so no one will abandon optical sights."
“Damn it, you’re just relying on me, aren’t you?” Zhao Zhengrong slapped his head and yelled at Zhao Ziyang, “Okay, okay, I’ll do it. Go back and hug your little girl for a threesome. I still have to hug my golden cat and sleep for a while. Come on, come on!”
Zhao Zhengrong pushed Zhao Ziyang out with an impatient look on his face. He thought it was a small matter. It turned out that this kid had found him out of suspicion. It was so unlucky that good things didn't come to him, but he was blamed for murder and arson.
But Zhao Ziyang still didn't leave. He turned around gently, got rid of Zhao Zhengrong's arms, opened the bedroom door and walked inside.
"Damn it, that's my girl, what do you want to do!" Zhao Zhengrong cursed loudly, rushed in, and stopped Zhao Ziyang with both hands, blocking his sight and preventing him from looking at the naked foreign girl on his bed.
The girl is yours, and you can only look at your own things!
"Hey, this golden cat is sleeping so soundly that it can't be woken up even with such a loud noise?" Zhao Ziyang had a playful smile on his face and turned his head to look at the blonde girl who was still sleeping.
"Tired! I'm a King Kong in bed!" Zhao Zhengrong got angry, grabbed Zhao Ziyang by the collar and growled at him: "You'd better get out of here, or I'll beat you up!"
"Hehe..." Zhao Ziyang smiled and pointed at the sleeping blonde and said to Zhao Zhengrong, "Brother Zhao, how about you lend me your girl to play with? Don't worry, she won't be damaged. There's only a cow that dies of exhaustion but no field that is plowed to pieces . Anyway, she's not your wife."
Zhao Zhengrong's face darkened and he was really angry.
With a "bang", Zhao Zhengrong punched Zhao Ziyang in the lower abdomen, knocking Zhao Ziyang back two steps and hitting the door heavily.
"Bang", the half-open door was slammed shut by Zhao Ziyang. He took a deep breath to relieve the pain from the blow to his abdomen, and still said jokingly: "Brother Zhao is not a righteous man, she is just a little girl..."
With a "whoosh" sound, Zhao Zhengrong's fist broke through the wind again and hit Zhao Ziyang's smiling face hard.
Zhao Ziyang slightly tilted his head to avoid Zhao Zhengrong's fist, turned his body to the right, pulled out the Nepalese machete and slashed at the opponent.
"Swish!" A sharp sound of breaking wind was heard, and a military knife with a faint bloodthirsty glow chopped towards Zhao Zhengrong's forehead.
Zhao Zhengrong quickly stepped back to avoid the knife.
The blade passed by Zhao Zhengrong's skin. Although it did not touch him, the pain from the blade still made Zhao Zhengrong feel as if he was facing a great enemy.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhao Ziyang grabbed a glass of water on the table with his other hand and poured it at the blonde girl on the bed.
With a "splash", a cup of water was splashed all over the girl's face, but the blonde girl was still sleeping.
"Damn it!" Zhao Zhengrong cursed fiercely, then sat down on the bed without saying anything.
This woman was not asleep, but had taken medicine and fallen into muddy water. She could not hear anything from the outside world, and she did not feel anything when the cold water was poured on her.
This woman is a cover, a cover to protect Zhao Zhengrong.
Putting away the Nepalese machete, Zhao Ziyang looked at Zhao Zhengrong with a smile on his face.
"Brother Zhao, if you hadn't left the smell of hot pot, I wouldn't have known it was you, but the smell you left behind is very familiar to any Chinese person."
Hotpot, the hotpot flavor that is found all over China is indeed very familiar. Foreigners may not know what it smells like, but Zhao Ziyang knows it very well. Zhao Zhengrong, who stays in restaurants all day long, must have a smell on him. This smell is nothing but the smell of hotpot smoke. After all, he is now the owner and chef of a Sichuan restaurant.
"Okay, you're really smart." Zhao Zhengrong lit a cigarette, gave Zhao Ziyang a thumbs up and said, "You can even tell whether this girl is sleeping naturally or not, that's amazing."
"No," Zhao Ziyang shook his head and said to Zhao Zhengrong, "I don't know. It was your perfectly concealed loud voice that told me that there was something wrong with this woman, because no one would sleep so soundly."
Zhao Zhengrong was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile. In fact, his plan was perfect, but he was very unlucky to run into a fellow villager who was used to eating hotpot, and this fellow villager was very shameless. He knew there was a naked girl in the bedroom, but he still broke in. What a bastard!
"I am the sniper." Zhao Zhengrong admitted without hesitation. He raised his head and said to Zhao Ziyang while biting the cigarette butt: "I want peace and I don't want any trouble. If the Black Tiger Gang dares to touch my son, I will have to expel them from the Black Tiger Gang."
An overbearing and arrogant aura emanated from Zhao Zhengrong, mixed with a tangible scent of murder, which made people imagine bloody scenes when they smelled it.
Zhao Zhengrong is not an ordinary person. He is a battlefield butcher who crawled out from a sea of blood and corpses. His sniping skills alone are enough to allow him to stand on the roof of the world and look down on the world's strong men.
