I traveled through time without patched pants, I was the richest man in the Republic of China

Kawasaki came fast and left even faster.

Mr. Ohara and Mr. Okamoto's eyes were all on the box in front of them, and they didn't notice that he was about to flee.

Wei Miao wagged his tail and pricked up his ears to listen to the two's plan.

Mr. Ohara opened the box with excitement and looked at the two bacterial bombs stuck in the groove with burning eyes.

"Mr. Okamoto, Lieutenant Colonel Ishii is truly a genius. Bacteria are killed by high temperatures, so he designed the porcelain eggshell. Everything is incredibly perfect."

Although Okamoto's expression was better than his, his shaking hands still betrayed his inner excitement. He said with great pride:

"Yes, when Lieutenant Colonel Ishii was studying medicine, he proposed another form of warfare, germ warfare! His experimental data in Kanto was very detailed, and many specimens could have been brought back to Japan for study and research at the Imperial University. Unfortunately, that old guy Matsuda lost them on the train."

Mr. Ohara rolled his eyes and said with great yearning, "It's a pity that I have no experience studying abroad, and my several applications were rejected."

Wei Miao thought of the heads and organs soaked in potions and all kinds of data he saw in the train carriage, and his cat-like pupils slightly erected.

She thought of herself as a ferocious beast, but compared to these things, she was still slightly inferior and not as perverted as them.

The two sighed for a long time and finally talked about their plans.

After hearing this, Wei Miao was so angry that he almost jumped from the 22nd floor.

"We just need to wait until 7:30 p.m., when the hotel is most crowded, and throw these two bacterial bombs out of the window to complete the mission."

Wei Miao: That’s it?

Before Wei Miao had time to complain, he heard the crazy Xiao Yuanjun waving his fist and continuing to speak:

"Yes, according to experimental data, six out of eight people will die in just two hours."

"Lieutenant Colonel Ishii is right. There are so many waxmen like locusts. Killing them with bullets is not only laborious but will also damage the reputation of the empire. It is better to let them die from these invisible bacteria. This can provide some value and contribution to the future of mankind..."

After hearing this, Wei Miao's whole body trembled. This was not something a human should say. Even she, an ancient ferocious beast, felt a chill all over her body after hearing it.

In the words of Brother Lu, it is cold at the top! In the words of Xu Ayu, don't blow the cold wind, be careful of uterine cold!

The wind in early spring is not always gentle. When Wei Miao noticed the two people approaching the window, it would have seemed deliberate if she jumped away. She was too lazy to jump away.

"cat?"

Mr. Ohara was surprised and astonished when he saw a cat outside the window.

Okamoto Juku also showed a gentle smile. In his native land, cats are a symbol of luck. Does this mean that their mission will be successful?

If Wei Miao knew what he was thinking, he would definitely roll his eyes to the sky.

She really wanted to ask these two stupid people, "Aren't you human? Did you take the antidote? Or are you sure that the virus will only spread in the French Concession?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk~" Ohara-kun pouted and made a sound at the majestic raccoon cat outside the window.

Wei Miao could no longer endure it. He bared his teeth at them to maintain his dignity, then jumped to the next window and left these two people who were extremely vicious both inside and out.

After returning to the tree, Wei Miao paid Ali's salary as usual, and reviewed the plan in her mind. After finding that there was no problem, she turned and went to Brother Lu's safe house nearby.

Wei Miao had no intention and could not inform Lu Pingsheng about this matter, and she felt that Brother Lu would probably not agree with her approach.

But it doesn’t matter, Wei Miao has two options.

She preferred the first one. After all, she really liked the red aura, and this was a good opportunity for her to verify her guess.

In a safe house not far from Yiyuan Hotel, Wei Miao changed into women's clothes, put on a wig and a hat, and looked at the girl in the mirror.

"She really looks like Xiaolin Ying. No wonder Miss Bai treats me so well."

After Wei Miao finished speaking, he squeezed out a ball of liquid and smeared it on his face. In the blink of an eye, a girl with gorgeous clothes and ordinary appearance came out from the back door of the house next to the safe house.

With the help of money, she successfully moved in next door to two vicious Japanese people.

She sat on the carpet with her back against the wall and listened to the extreme and idiotic remarks of the two people in the corner for a while. She then gained a better understanding of the Japanese people.

They are pessimistic and extreme, soft and cruel, inferior and arrogant, brave and cowardly, and there seems to be no middle ground. Wei Miao always feels that this is a group of human beings with great character flaws.

When she got tired of listening, the people next door had not stopped discussing yet. The person mentioned most frequently by the two of them was a man called "Lieutenant Colonel Ishii".

Wei Miao analyzed the profile of this person through their few words: he studied medicine but did not save lives. Instead, he set up a research team in Guandong that specialized in studying bacteria. All the organs she saw were created by this person.

In the words of Sister Mary, this is the devil wandering on earth!

Wei Miao was passing the time daydreaming when he heard footsteps approaching in the corridor outside the door. He quickly stood up, counted secretly, then suddenly opened the door and went out.

"Oooh!"

The waiter was bumped into by her and made a sound unconsciously, but he still raised one hand to protect the tray full of food in his hand.

Wei Miao also rubbed his forehead, apologized arrogantly in fluent French, and threw fifty yuan on the ground.

When the waiter saw the banknotes, his eyes lit up, and when he bent down to pick them up, the lid on the food fell to the ground.

However, he still chose to pick up the money on the ground first. When he stood up, the arrogant young lady who had been complaining in French had already returned to her room angrily.

"I hope to meet a few more reckless young masters and young ladies, and bump into them so that I can get my March salary."

Then he raised his hand and knocked on the door of the next room. After a while, the door was finally opened a crack. A man with a wretched face came in with food and slammed the door shut.

Not to mention a tip, if he hadn't dodged quickly, his nose would have been broken.

"Bad luck!" He saw that there was no one in the corridors, so he spat towards the door and then turned around and left leisurely.

Wei Miao stood at the window and looked into the distance. Under the pitch-black night, some places were brightly lit, while other places were completely dark.

Where lights are bright, people live in decadence and extravagance; where darkness reigns, life and death take place.

They are all living people, but they breathe the air of the same land in two different ways.

About ten minutes later, Wei Miao opened the door and fiddled with the door of Xiao Yuanjun and the others, and the door lock loosened.

She quickly entered the house, and saw the exquisite French meal on the table. As she had wished, she saw two people lying on the table.

Wei Miao looked around the room, his eyes swept over the box brought by Kawasaki Michiichi, and finally stopped on the desk with a lamp on.

There was a notebook on it, filled with densely written words in Japanese.

Wei Miao moved closer and looked at the latest content. A hint of coldness appeared on his ordinary face. Then his eyes rolled and he suddenly had a new idea.

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That’s all for today, it’s not that the author didn’t work hard.

I plan to vent my anger on these two dwarfs on this special day.

Unfortunately, my computer broke down this morning. Not only did it have to restart in five languages, but I also lost the manuscript that I had been writing for over an hour.

Then I changed to a backup computer, but found that it had not been used for a long time and the battery was broken and could not be charged. I downloaded the coding software and typing software relying on the DC battery and entered the vocabulary. But in the time it took to go to the toilet, the machine could not be turned on again.

Finally, I started writing formally in the afternoon, and I kept writing.

I can never finish writing it, and I can’t write the scenes that I want people to cheer for! ! ! !