With a nervous mood to send Hou Xiaotian away, Tang Cheng changed into civilian clothes and went to the French Concession, he knew a Qing Gang member who was mixed here, Robert's pistol only had seven bullets, Tang Cheng had never shot a gun, and he had no experience of killing people, in line with the principle that the more the merrier, Tang Cheng planned to find the Qing Gang he knew to get some bullets.

"What do you want bullets for?" Mao Wu, who had a beard and a bald head, tilted his neck and poured the rice wine in the cup into his mouth, and then squinted at Tang Cheng who was sitting opposite him, he and Tang Cheng had known each other for more than 2 years, although it was not a fateful friendship, but Mao Wu had never harmed Tang Cheng. Guns and bullets are not a rare thing in Shanghai, but not everyone can get them, Mao Wu is a member of the Green Gang, it may be more troublesome to get a gun for Tang Cheng, but if you find some bullets for Tang Cheng, you can still do it.

"Fifth brother, don't ask so much, just help me get some bullets, brother, I don't want you to help in vain, this money is the wine money I gave you from my brother." Tang Cheng took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket and pushed it to Mao Wu, and poured another glass of wine for Mao Wu. Mao Wu was a master who saw money, and when he saw that Tang Cheng had pushed over a lot of banknotes, he took it with a smile and put it in his pocket, and then patted his chest and gave Tang Cheng a guarantee.

"Brother, there are many kinds of bullets, you have to distinguish them according to that caliber, what caliber of bullets do you want? Don't wait for me to get it, it's bad if I can't use it. Faced with Mao Wu's doubts, Tang Cheng pulled out the pistol left by Robert from his back and handed it to Mao Wu. Yo, this is still Qixingzi's bull's eye picker, this is a good thing, and this thing is the most powerful of all the pickers," Mao Wu carefully looked at the pistol handed by Tang Cheng, Mao Wu belonged to an ordinary gang with no status in the Qing Gang, although he only had the qualification to wear a dagger and a short knife, but it did not prevent him from wiping the gun for those in the gang who had a picker.

This pistol is actually an American-style Colt M1911A1 pistol, which fires 0.45 inches (11.43 mm) Colt pistol bullets, using a 7-round magazine to feed ammunition, the gun has a simple structure, a small number of parts, easy to disassemble and combine, good safety performance, and low failure rate. However, the biggest disadvantage of the gun is that it is large in weight and volume, and the recoil is large when firing, which affects the shooting accuracy of the gun holder. Robert was a cowboy when he was young, he liked large-caliber weapons, and the Colt 1911 series pistol was a melee weapon after the Colt revolver, and Robert's pistol was brought to him by Mack.

"Okay, I know what I said, leave a bullet for me, I'll look for it, and I'll talk to you tomorrow." Holding back the envy that flashed in his eyes, Mao Wu returned the pistol to Tang Cheng. Guns are not like other things, Tang Cheng is naturally not afraid of having an American priest as the backstage, but he is the lowest gangster in the Green Gang, and keeping such a thing by his side will only cause trouble for himself, so it is better to earn Tang Cheng a sum of money on bullets.

After a simple meal with Mao Wu, Tang Cheng said goodbye and left, it was still early, and Tang Cheng wanted to go back to the backyard of the church to wake up for Robert. "Tang, someone came to look for you, and when you weren't there, he left without leaving a word." Maybe it was out of respect for Robert, or maybe it was looking at Don Cheng's pity, but the new priest was polite to Tang Cheng, and allowed Tang Cheng to live in the backyard of the church before Robert's first seven were completed.

The oppressive atmosphere in the church made Tang Cheng almost out of breath, and he didn't care to ask whether the visitor was a man or a woman, nodded and thanked the new priest, and the silent Tang Cheng went to the backyard of the church, and only the handyman hired by Robert was silently burning paper money in the mourning hall. Looking at Robert in the middle of the mourning hall, Tang Cheng couldn't help crying, 19 years, Tang Cheng has already regarded this yellow-haired and blue-eyed Robert as his own relative, although Tang Cheng has never used an honorific title for Robert, but in Tang Cheng's heart, Robert is his father, a father who can shelter himself from the wind and rain.

Robert died, Tang City's world world completely collapsed, from then on, in this world world, there was no one who cared about Tang City, Hou Xiaotian They were just friends, and friends couldn't live together all the time, laughing and playing. Without Robert, there will be no teacher who teaches Tang Cheng to behave and deal with things, and no one will get up in the middle of the night to fold the quilt for Tang Cheng, and no one will solve the trouble and take Tang Cheng home after Tang Cheng is in trouble. Tang Cheng, who was in tears, looked at Robert's photo stupidly, he really didn't know what he should do in the future, whether he really wanted to go to the United States with Mike and go to a strange place to live this life.

The place where Robert is there is Tang Cheng's home, and now that Robert is gone, Tang Cheng doesn't know what he can do in the United States, and Tang Cheng feels confused about his future life for the first time. "Tang Cheng, have you eaten? I've brought some food to see you. A clear voice appeared in the mourning hall, Tang Cheng raised his eyes a little dumbly, it was Xiao Yalan, who he had always admired, but Xiao Yalan didn't come alone, there was a middle-aged man standing beside her.

"Student Tang, the deceased has passed away, and those of us who are alive will continue to live, and I hope that Father Robert will live well in heaven." The middle-aged man who followed Xiao Yalan and the drizzle persuaded Tang Cheng in a low voice, but the latter never spoke, but when the middle-aged man bowed to Robert's photo, he kowtowed to the middle-aged man according to the rules of family thanks.

"Tang Cheng, this is our school's history teacher Wang Lantian Wang, after Teacher Wang heard about you, he wanted to come with me to see if you needed help. Father Robert has gone to heaven, but you still have our friends and these people who care about you, you must cheer up again. Xiao Yalan's warm persuasion made the tears that Tang Cheng had been holding back flow again, but the food Xiao Yalan brought was also taken over by Tang Cheng.

"Mr. Tang, do you have any plans for the future? Father Robert is no longer here, will the church school still admit you? You young people are the future of the country, you can't do it without knowledge," Wang Lantian seemed to want to continue, but the arrival of the new priest in the church interrupted him from continuing the conversation.

"Tang, there is a gentleman named Mao Wu from outside, he wants to hand over this box to you, but the other person has already left, and he told you not to look for him recently." The young priest handed the box in his hand to Tang Cheng, and the heavy feeling made Tang Cheng secretly happy in his heart, it seems that Mao Wu must have found the bullet he needs, and it should be in this box.

"Tang Cheng, we have an organization of the Iron Blood Youth League, and we need young people like you and me to join us and contribute their strength to the country's expulsion of foreign enemies." After the priest left, Xiao Yalan directly explained his intention, "Teacher Wang is here to inspect you today, as long as you are willing, you can join the big family of the Iron and Blood Youth League at any time, and we will all be your friends, relatives and comrades-in-arms." ”

"Did you kill the Japanese?" Tang Cheng, who was rubbing the box, asked without raising his head, killing the Japanese to avenge Robert was Tang Cheng's only thought now, not to mention that he had now got the bullets he needed, but it was also a good thing to have a helper. Tang Cheng didn't care what kind of organization Xiao Yalan said the Iron and Blood Youth League was, as long as he could kill the Japanese, Tang Cheng would not refuse.

"We are all still students, and it is not our turn to go into battle to kill the enemy, and our task now is to raise funds for the war of resistance and use speeches to arouse more people who have been blinded by the Japanese to rise up and resist the Japanese invasion." Listening to Xiao Yalan's answer, Tang Cheng frowned slightly, how can he avenge Robert if he can't kill the Japanese, just what role can he play in raising donations and giving speeches on the street? Instead of joining this iron-blooded youth group to follow Xiao Yalan to distribute leaflets or collect donations on the street, it is better to assassinate those Japanese alone.

"I'm going to think about it, and you wait for my answer." Tang Cheng, who had made up his mind, politely sent Xiao Yalan and that Teacher Wang away, he wanted to stay with Xiao Yalan for a while, but he was even more anxious to open the box sent by Mao Wu to check those bullets. Tang Cheng believed that Xiao Yalan would not betray himself, but he couldn't trust Teacher Wang brought by Xiao Yalan, and Robert also said not to trust others easily, and this other person naturally included Xiao Yalan.

"Sir, I'm sorry, Tang Cheng's temperament is not like this, maybe it's because Father Robert's death has made Tang Cheng grieve excessively. I think after giving him some more time to calm down, he will definitely join us, I am sure. Xiao Yalan and Wang Lantian, who walked out of the church, got into a black Ford car, Wang Lantian, who was still drizzling in the face of Tang Cheng just now, was already cold at the moment, obviously he was not very satisfied with this kid named Tang Cheng, if it weren't for the persuasion of his right-hand man Xiao Yalan, he would not have come here without a smile.

Tang Cheng, who turned around and returned to the backyard of the church, naturally didn't know what to do, and locked the door of his room, Tang Cheng opened the box sent by Mao Wu a little impatiently. There were 30 bullets in the wooden box the size of a cigar box, and Tang Cheng even compared each of them with the bullets in his pistol magazine, which was indeed the same caliber bullet, so Tang Cheng also had 36 bullets at hand, and using them to kill 36 Japanese could be regarded as revenge for Robert.

Tang Cheng, who had the experience of helping Robert clean the pistol, easily disassembled the M1911A1 pistol into parts, and wiped the pistol parts with a dry cloth. However, for this busy night, Tang Cheng, who put a pistol under his pillow, slept very deeply, because in his dream, Tang Cheng was shooting Japanese people with the pistol left by Robert.