Chapter 51: A Faint Hot Pot Flavor

  Zhao Ziyang returned to Chinatown and immediately went to Zhao Zhengying's Sichuan restaurant, he wanted to see Zhao Zhengying and confirm his speculation.

  It's already 3 o'clock in the morning, and most shops on Chinatown have closed, with only some entertainment venues and 24-hour convenience stores still lit up.

  "Bang! Bang! Bang!" Zhao Ziyang pounded heavily on the door of the Sichuan restaurant, shouting loudly: "Zhao Ge, Zhao Ge!"

  Zhao Zhenzhen inside seemed to have fallen asleep, without a sound.

  "Bang! Bang! Bang!" Zhao Ziyang increased his strength again and knocked on the door, shouting louder.

  "Who is it!!!" Zhao Zhenzhen's voice came from the second floor of the Sichuan restaurant, very loud and full of anger at being woken up from sleep.

  "Bang!" The window was opened by Zhao Zhenzhen, who was only wearing his underpants, and he shouted at Zhao Ziyang with discontent: "Who? Are you calling out to my soul or what?"

  Looking up at Zhao Zhen Rong's sleepy face, Zhao Zi Yang smiled at him.

  "Brother Zhao, I'm Zhao Ziyang, I have something urgent to discuss with you."

  "Oh, Zhao Ziyang, I told you not to talk about this at dawn, why do you have to play ghost and knock on the door in the middle of the night?" Zhao Ziyang's tone was slightly better, but still very dissatisfied, he withdrew his head.

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  Before long, the lights in the Sichuan restaurant's hall came on, and Zhao Zhenzhen's footsteps approached, opening the door for Zhao Ziyang.

  Zhao Zhenzhen was only wearing a pair of underwear, his upper body covered in various scars: gunshot wounds, knife wounds, shrapnel scratches, and even tooth marks.

  "Let me tell you, if you hadn't also been a soldier before, I wouldn't have opened the door for you." Zhao Zhenzhen said discontentedly to Zhao Ziyang, reaching out from behind the counter to grab half a pack of cigarettes and lighting one up.

  "Hehe, I'm really sorry to disturb you so late, but I have something urgent." Zhao Ziyang said apologetically to Zhao Zhenzhen as he rushed towards the second floor of the Sichuan restaurant.

  "Hey, hey, what are you doing?" Seeing Zhao Ziyang walking towards the second floor, Zhao Zhenzhen suddenly became anxious and chased after him in her slippers.

  The second floor was his bedroom, the door of the bedroom was open, how could Zhao Ziyang drill into his own bedroom? On his bed lay a naked foreign woman, although he himself was a widower and it was normal to find a woman at night to release his desire, but such private matters were seen by others, how embarrassing!

  Zhao Ziyang ignored Zhao Ziyu and quickly walked towards his bedroom.

  A blonde woman was lying on the bed in the bedroom, her whole body glistening, with her side facing the door. The softness of her chest and the golden yellow between her legs were clearly visible. At this time, the woman was fast asleep, emitting even breathing sounds from her nostrils.

  "Hey, brother, what are you doing? Are you catching an adulterer? Even the British police don't care about this kind of thing. You're really something, acting like a public security officer!" Zhao Zhenzhen's face turned red with embarrassment as he quickly closed the door and scolded Zhao Ziyang.

  When he saw the naked woman, Zhao Ziyang's eyes quickly scanned the bedroom through the half-open door and didn't find anything suspicious.

  "Brother Zhao, I'll be straightforward. " Zhao Ziyang took out the shell and placed it in front of Zhao Zhengying's eyes, staring at his eyes and said: "Just now when I was racing, I encountered a sniper, but I didn't find him, only found an SVD sniper rifle and this shell left behind."

  It's already obvious that Zhao Ziyang came over in the middle of the night to take out the shell casing, clearly suspecting that the sniper was Zhao Rongrong.

  First, Zhao Zhen Rong is a veteran and an extremely powerful one; Second, Lu Dui Long's men smashed his place and beat up his son yesterday afternoon; Third, the fact that Zhao Zhen Rong has been moving around for years already shows he's avoiding something; Fourth, in order to avoid being bothered again, the best way is to take out Lu Dui Long, the leader of the Black Tiger Gang. Once Lu Dui Long is dead, the Black Tiger Gang will be eliminated and there won't be any more trouble.

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  There is another point, Zhao Zhen Rong has a reason to do so, this level of sniper basically disdains to carry out assassination on Lu Dian Long, even if there are enemies, they can only afford to hire third-rate killers.

  "Brother, you don't suspect that I'm the sniper, do you?" Zhao Zhen's eyes widened and the cigarette in his mouth almost fell to the ground.

  This is too much, actually managed to drag the sniper into his own head.

  "Not suspicion, but certainty." Zhao Ziyang stuffed the bullet head into Zhao Jiongjiong's hand and said: "Your right shoulder is obviously thicker than your left shoulder, and there is also a thin layer of old scar tissue. This is due to the long-term shooting of sniper rifles forming a backrest force that ordinary rifles cannot form. In addition, the scars on your body tell me that this was not formed in one battle. The scars are new and old, I suppose you were still fighting after retiring from the army. Finally, the bullet head you used is a high-explosive bullet head, the gunpowder inside the cartridge is columnar gunpowder, changing the contact surface of the columnar gunpowder to speed up the burning rate, controlling the production of the highest pressure chamber, forming a rapid combustion type of handgun gunpowder, otherwise it would not be enough to drive the high-explosive bullet head."

  Zhao Zhenzhen bit his cigarette holder and a helpless smile appeared on his face.

  "I'm telling you, Zhao Ziyang, what you said is not wrong, but how can you drag me and the sniper together?" Zhao Zhenzhen shook his head and continued: "I'll tell you the truth, I was with that foreign chick all night, doing some...ahem...horseplay. And although I do know how to modify the friction surface of a rifle's firing pin, do I look like someone who would sneak out at midnight to commit murder?"

  What Zhao Zhen Rong said is also the truth, it's better to ride a big horse at night and work hard, what's the point of fighting and killing? He is now a serious businessman, boss and chef, with old and young above and below, living a peaceful life is the real deal, otherwise he can tolerate the protection fee those little rascals' arrogance.

  "Hmm..." Zhao Ziyang sniffed, his expression saying it all: "Zhao, but I smelled a BBQ flavor in that carriage, and that gun seems to be just a mechanical sight. Only those who have fought in self-defense battles would dislike using scopes. Nowadays, snipers wouldn't give up optical sights for the sake of precision."

  "Girl, you're sticking to me, aren't you?" Zhao Zhen Rong slapped his head and roared at Zhao Zi Yang: "Alright, alright, let's just say it was me, okay? You hurry back to hug your little girl and play double fly, I still have to hug my golden cat and sleep for a while, go, go, go!"

  Zhao Zhen Rong pushed Zhao Zi Yang out with a look of impatience, what's wrong with him? It turned out that this kid suspected something and found himself, really unlucky, good things didn't happen to himself, but murder and arson were pinned on him.

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  Zhao Ziyang still didn't leave, he lightly turned around and shook off Zhao Xingxing's arms, opening the bedroom door and walking in.

  "Damn it, that's my daughter! What do you think you're doing?!" Zhao Zhen Rong shouted loudly, rushing in and using both hands to block Zhao Zi Yang, blocking his line of sight, not letting him see the naked foreign woman on his bed.

  The little girl is her own, and one's own things can only be seen by oneself!

  "Hmm, this golden-haired cat is sleeping quite soundly. Such a big noise can't even wake her up?" Zhao Ziyang's mouth was curved with an amused smile as he turned his head to look at the still-sleeping blonde girl.

  "I'm exhausted! I'm the little golden rooster on the bed!" Zhao Zhenzhen got angry, grabbed Zhao Ziyang's collar and growled at him: "You'd better get out of here, or I'll beat you up!"

  "Haha……" Zhao Ziyang chuckled and pointed at the sleeping blonde girl, saying to Zhao Zhenzhen: "Zhao Ge, why don't you lend me your little chick for a bit? Don't worry, I won't mess her up. There's no cow that can be worked to death, just like there's no field that can be plowed to ruin. Besides, she's not even your wife."

  Zhao Zhen's face turned gloomy, he was really angry.

  With a loud "bang", Zhao Zhenzhen's fist slammed into Zhao Ziyang's abdomen, sending him stumbling backward two steps and heavily colliding with the door.

  "Bang", the half-open door was closed by Zhao Ziyang, he took a deep breath of cold air to relieve the pain in his abdomen from the heavy blow, and still said with a smile: "Brother Zhao is not righteous, it's just a little girl..."

  "With a loud 'huh', Zhao Zhen Rong's fist broke through the air once again, heavily smashing towards Zhao Zi Yang's smiling face."

  Zhao Ziyang slightly dodged Zhao Zhengying's fist, turned his body to the right and pulled out a Nepalese military knife to slash at him.

  "Whoosh!" A sharp whistling sound cut through the air, and a military blade with a faintly bloodthirsty glow chopped towards Zhao Zhen's forehead.

  Zhao Zhenzhen hastily retreated backwards, dodging this blade.

  The blade grazed Zhao Zhen's skin, although it didn't make contact, the pain from the knife wind still made Zhao Zhen feel like he was facing a formidable enemy.

  Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhao Ziyang's other hand grabbed a cup of clear water from the table and splashed it onto the blonde woman on the bed.

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  A splash of water was poured onto the girl's face, but the blonde girl remained asleep.

  "Damn it!" Zhao Ze gritted his teeth and cursed, then sat down on the bed with a thud, refusing to speak.

  The woman wasn't asleep, but had taken medicine and fallen into a coma. She couldn't hear anything from the outside world, and even when cold water was splashed on her body, she didn't feel anything.

  This woman is a shield, a shield for Zhao Zhenzhen.

  Putting away the Nepalese dagger, Zhao Ziyang smiled at Zhao Zhenzhen.

  "Zhao Ge, if you hadn't left behind the smell of hot pot, I definitely wouldn't have known it was you, but the smell you left behind is extremely familiar to any Chinese person."

  Hot pot, the flavor of hot pot that is all over China's north and south is indeed familiar to the point of being too familiar. Foreigners may not know what flavor it is, but Zhao Ziyang knows very clearly. As someone who spends day and night in restaurants, Zhao Ziyang must have a certain smell on him. This smell, apart from that greasy hot pot smell, doesn't have any other flavors, after all he is now the boss and chef of a Sichuan restaurant.

  "Great, you little rascal!" Zhao Zhenzhen lit a cigarette and gave Zhao Ziyang a thumbs up, saying: "You can even tell if this little girl is sleeping naturally or not, that's impressive."

  "No," Zhao Ziyang shook his head and said to Zhao Zhengying, "I don't know, it's your perfect cover-up that tells me this woman has a problem, because no one can sleep so soundly."

  Zhao Zhenzhen was stunned, shaking his head with a bitter smile. His plan had been perfect, but unfortunately he had run into an old acquaintance who was used to eating hot pot and didn't care about anything, and this acquaintance even knew that there was a naked little girl in the bedroom but still tried to barge in, what a scoundrel!

  "I'm the sniper." Zhao Zhen's blunt admission, biting his cigarette holder and raising his head to say to Zhao Zi Yang: "I want peace, I don't want trouble. If the Black Tiger Gang dares to move my son, then that old man will have to let the Black Tiger Gang be eliminated."

  A domineering and overbearing aura emanated from Zhao Zhen Rong, mixed with a substantial murderous intent that made people imagine bloody scenes upon smelling it.

  Zhao Zilong is not an ordinary person, he is a battlefield butcher who crawled out of the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, relying solely on his sniping skills to stand at the pinnacle of the world and look down on the strong.