Chen Qiang had already begun to think of ways to plot against Cao Yuebo, but Cao Yuebo on the opposite side still thought Chen Qiang was a little moved by the "Sports Department Director".

So Cao Yuebo continued to persuade: "Chen Jianjiang, the new government has been in Nanjing, and has specially arranged an official residence for you, and also specially arranged servants to take care of your daily life. If you have any other needs, you can also propose it. If it can be met, our new government preparation committee will definitely meet you."

"After so many years, I'm still the same thing, it's just to give money to houses and officials. Why don't you mention beauty every time? My orientation is very normal!" Chen Qiang said in his heart, but smiled disdainfully on his face, and then said, "Mr. Cao, do you think we look like each other?"

Cao Yuebo was stunned: "Mr. Chen, I don't understand what you mean."

"I mean, do you think I look like a traitor?" Chen Qiang said with a sneer.

Cao Yuebo thought about it for several seconds before he realized that Chen Qiang was turning around and calling him a traitor.

Cao Yuebo's face suddenly became gloomy, but he still resisted the attack and said, "Chen Jianjiang, I am here to invite you with kindness!"

"In the past few years, the Japanese have come to win me over, and the conditions they offer are much better than those of you, a traitor! You, a Japanese lackey, dare to talk about 'invitation' in front of me!"

Cao Yuebo also knew that he had become a traitor, so he was extremely disgusted with words like "traitor" and "lack dog". At this time, he couldn't help but defend himself: "Chen Jianjiang, the new Nanjing government is a government established by us Chinese. Our purpose is to save the country!"

"You traitors still have the face to call themselves Chinese? It's bullshit!" Chen Qiang said disdainfully.

Cao Yuebo was really angry after being insulted by Chen Qiang in succession. He no longer pretended to be arrogant, but said in a stern tone: "General Chen Jian, the so-called knowledgeable people of the times are heroes! In this situation, it will be a matter of time before Chongqing is over. Why do you hold a sunken ship and keep it away!"

"Is this the reason why you are a traitor? In order to be promoted, you are willing to sell your country and nation? Are you willing to be a traitor? Are you not good at being a good Chinese, but you have to be a dog for the Japanese? It seems that your ancestors are not good, so you, a traitor!" Chen Qiang snorted coldly.

Scolding others to the elders in other people's homes is a very insulting thing for China. Chen Qiang's direct scolding of his ancestors was obviously a reversal that touched Cao Yuebo. Cao Yuebo immediately looked angry and said sternly: "Chen Qiang, please put your mouth cleaner!"

"I'll scold you for your 18 generations of ancestors. You should scold a traitor like you, but what can you do to me? This is the United States! It's New York! Not Nanjing!" Chen Qiang said tit-for-tat.

"Chen Qiang, do you believe it or not? I will make you never go back to China for the rest of your life!" Cao Yuebo said viciously.

"Are you threatening me?" Chen Qiang suddenly increased his voice, even people outside the rest area could hear it.

More importantly, Chen Qiang's words suddenly changed to English.

Cao Yuebo was naturally proficient in English when he was sent to the United States by the Wang Puppets. However, Cao Yuebo did not react at this time. Chen Qiang suddenly changed English, and he was also scolded by Chen Qiang for being anxious. When he heard Chen Qiang speak English, he subconsciously replied in English: "If you think this is a threat, this is a threat!"

Chen Qiang seemed to have been waiting for this game for a long time. Hearing Cao Yuebo's words, he felt relieved.

"The fish bit the hook!"

...

After Cao Yuebo left, several coaches under Chen Qiang came over immediately.

"Boss, is it okay?" someone asked with concern.

"It's okay. It's just a scoundrel." Chen Qiang said.

"Boss, I heard that he seems to be threatening you. Do we need to call the police?" someone asked again.

"No, I can handle it myself." Chen Qiang answered.

The whiskey-selling businessman Anthony happened to be there, and he also came over and greeted him: "Chan, have you offended the gangsters in New York? I heard that it is difficult for those people in Chinatown to deal with. Do you need my help? I also know some people in this regard."

"This person is not a gangster from New York. I am Chinese and I am very familiar with the Chinese group in New York. They will not cause trouble for me. The person just now was sent by the Japanese. You know, my country is fighting with Japan. This person is here to persuade me to surrender to Japan, and threaten me with words!" Chen Qiang said.

"So that's it!" Anthony continued: "I deeply sympathize with the misfortunes encountered by your country, but this is the United States. You will be very safe in the United States. The Japanese dare not do anything to you!"

"I hope this is the case." Chen Qiang said.

...

Cao Yuebo came to persuade the surrender, and it was like a stone thrown into a small pool. Although it splashed, the pool soon returned to peace.

Three days later, Chen Qiang walked out of the gym and stood in front of the street light at the door. The gentleman looked at the sky, then looked at the watch.

"It's six o'clock!" Chen Qiang took a deep breath, tried hard to calm himself down, and then he tightened his teeth slightly. At this moment, Chen Qiang suddenly felt that every second was so long.

At this moment, a "bang" sounded.

Chen Qiang felt like something was hit on his arm, and then he subconsciously fell to the ground.

The pedestrians on the street were stunned when they heard the sound, and then everyone saw Chen Qiang falling to the ground, followed by someone screaming, someone running away, and someone quickly hid behind a car on the side of the road.

"It's gunshot!"

"Someone shot!"

"Run!"

The people on the street were suddenly panicked.

Among the panicked crowd, a short man ran away quickly with a long cloth bag on his back. While running, he accidentally bumped into two people.

"Oh!" One of the people who were knocked down looked back at the short man. Although the other party covered half of his face with his collar, he could still recognize that he was a black-haired and yellow-skinned Asian.

The person who was knocked down didn't care much, so he quickly got up and staggered into the shop next to him.

Not long after, the whistle sounded and two policemen ran over quickly.

"Did you shoot here?" A policeman pulled out his pistol, hid behind a telephone pole, and looked around vigilantly.

"Someone is injured!" Another policeman saw Chen Qiang lying on the ground.

"Call the ambulance quickly! Call for the increase in personnel!"

...

There are too many shootings happening every day in New York. If every shooting is investigated, the New York police will be too busy at all. In the future, if there is no shooting reported in the entire New York City one day, the New York City police chief will even hold a press conference to show off.

In the United States in the 1930s and 1940s, it was even easier to obtain guns than later generations, and the laws on gun control were not as sound as later generations. At this time, guns in New York were far more common than later generations. Shootings in New York were even more rare and ordinary.

If someone was shot on the streets of New York, the police would at most record such a thing and would not have specially dispatched manpower to investigate. But this time it was different, because the injured person was Chen Qiang.

Chen Qiang is also an internationally renowned athlete. Such an international celebrity was shot in New York. If it is spread, it will not only affect the reputation of New York, but also the reputation of the entire United States.

Moreover, Chen Qiang is also a well-known figure in New York. Some celebrities know Chen Qiang. If Chen Qiang is shot and the police are still indifferent, those celebrities will also feel unsafe. Just imagine if someone around you is shot and the police do nothing, anyone will have a bad impression of the police.

More importantly, Chen Qiang also knows US President Roosevelt. The police chief of New York City is also worried that Chen Qiang will run to Roosevelt to "report the emperor". At that time, even the mayor of New York City will have to follow him.

Based on the above reasons, the New York City Police Department will definitely investigate the case of Chen Qiang being shot. Even if the case cannot be solved, it will have to find a scapegoat, which is an explanation.

...

New York City Police Department Sheriff Pete stood in front of the gym door and looked around.

"The bullet should have been shot from that direction, and the view from there is just the way to see the door. It is not ruled out that this is a premeditated act!" Sheriff Pete said.

"Sheriff, do you mean it's a murder?" the police officer next to him asked.

Sheriff Pete nodded: "Judging from my years of experience, there is a high possibility of murder. You can go there immediately and ask the witnesses to see if there are any suspicious figures that have appeared there."

Not long after, the police officer came over with a bullet casing.

"Sheriff, this is the bullet casing we found, which should be left by the gunman." The policeman handed the bullet casing to Sheriff Pitt.

Sheriff Pete took the bullet case and looked carefully, and said, "This is a .303-inch bullet case. This word bullet case is too common. Many rifles use this type of bullet case, such as the m1917 rifle, which uses .303 bullets."

"The m1917 is a star rifle in World War I. I'm afraid there are millions of them in the United States! It's too easy to find an unregistered m1917. It seems that it's impossible to investigate the rifle used by the gunman." The policeman said from the side.

Sheriff Pete also frowned, and he spoke, "Now I can only see if any witnesses have seen the gunman."

At this time, another policeman ran over

"Sheriff, we've found the witness! He may have seen the gunman!"

...

"After I heard the gunshots, I immediately started running away, but when I ran away, someone bumped into me. The man seemed in a hurry. What's more important is that he was carrying a long cloth bag, and now he thought it might be a gun!" The witness said.

"Did you notice the appearance of that person?" Inspector Pete asked.

"He is not tall, only to my chin. He is wearing a gray coat, and the collar of the clothes covers his eyes, so I didn't see clearly what he looked like, but he has black hair and yellow skin. He should be a Chinese!"

"Chinese? Chen Qiang, who was shot, is he Chinese? Is this a vendetta between the Chinese people themselves? It's a bit troublesome to involve those Chinese gangs." Peter said to himself.

...

The head of the New York Chinese Society is naturally Mr. Situ.

In the Anliang Hall of New York, Mr. Situ sat on the stern chair in the middle, looking at the people below with a gloomy face.

"Tell me the truth, did your subordinates do it?" Mr. Situ asked sternly.

"Big Boss, Chen Qiang won so many gold medals at the Olympics, which greatly boosted the face of Chinese people. This is our national hero. Even if we are not a thing, we will not attack Chen Qiang."

"Big Boss, there are not many Chinese in New York who can show off. Chen Qiang is one of them. He is the pride of us Chinese. How could we attack him!"

"Big Boss, we all know that you have always valued Chen Qiang very much. How could we point our guns at our own people? We wouldn't dare to borrow a hundred courages!"

The following Chinese people spoke up and said.

"The police revealed that the witness said that the gunman was a Chinese. How can this explain? The Chinese in New York can get some guys, but we are some of our halls." Mr. Situ said.

"Big Boss, I think this gunman is not the brother in our hall at all. After all, all the brothers in our hall know Chen Qiang, so it's too late to protect him!" someone asked.

"That's Jianglong coming outside?" someone next to him said.

"It is impossible that the Jianglong came from outside. No one knows us in the halls of other places. Even if the Jianglong came to our territory and committed a crime, would you dare not pay a visit to a dock in advance? I think that if the halls of other places are not good, they will know the rules." The man continued.

"It's not our hall, nor is it a bridge of Jianglong, who is that?"

"I think that person may not be Chinese at all! Who would shoot at Chen Qiang? And if it weren't Chinese, there would naturally be no need to talk about the Chinese rules!" The man continued.

Mr. Situ's eyes narrowed slightly: "If you are not a Chinese, you should be a Japanese. Chen Qiang must have offended the Japanese. Unexpectedly, the Japanese were so bold that they dared to shoot in New York!"
To be continued...