I want to be a good person

The traitor held a pistol in his hand.

The gun body is blue and looks 9% new, and there is a second box.

Zhang Aiguo reined in the mule and quickly got off the car.

What should we call people from the detective team?

Zhang Aiguo didn't remember it.

Since they are no different from bandits, we might as well just use the common name for them.

"My two good men, I am passing by your precious place and would like to sell you some coarse grains."

"Coarse grains?"

Two people came forward, and Zhang Aiguo took a glance and found that the nose of the plane was not opened.

"My dear, I am from the detective team"

“Two CEOs?”

"Old man, open it and take a look"

Zhang Aiguo lowered his head and opened the sack, revealing the oats inside.

“Oats?”

"My two lords, you have a very good eye, Oat."

"Come on, follow us"

"Sir, where are we going?"

"Go help the locust army build the artillery tower. Your mule cart can pull bricks and stones."

"Sir, I have to go home."

“Go home? You’ve been recruited. You should feel honored. This is not something that ordinary people can do.”

The two men raised their guns.

Many members of the plainclothes detective team were born ruffians and hooligans. After joining the Japanese, they behaved extremely arrogantly in pursuit of face. Their words and deeds concealed their inner inferiority. With a mentality of temporary happiness, they pursued a life without tomorrow.

Pseudo-police are different. They need to follow others. They have no money, no power, and no recommendation. They live at least like the rich peasants and other bourgeoisie. It is human nature to despise the poor and love the rich. Temporary suppression will only lead to abnormal venting.

People are not worried about poverty, but about inequality. Distribution has never been fair. How can there be a perfect solution in the world?

The characteristic of class stratification is that high positions and high salaries are spread through blood and sex. The Japanese have always been far ahead, and the occasional civilians are just setting an example.

"Don't you have any laws?"

"The king's law? Now the country is governed by law. We are the representatives, and we have the final say. Let's promote Sino-Japanese friendship, hurry up, and stop talking nonsense."

The weather has turned cool and the wind is chilly.

"Brother Lai, the wind just now was not right"

"What's right or wrong? I'm so shocked."

"Hurry up"

Two men got on the mule cart, and Zhang Aiguo was just about to sit on it.

"boom"

Kicked over.

"Go ahead, there's a mule in front, what a class, ride in the same car with me."

Zhang Aiguo lowered his head, held the reins, and walked step by step.

I don't know what the two traitors are thinking, they are full of evil intentions.

The box gun was put back into the holster.

"Xiao Shui, this village chief is quite filial."

"Well, if you ask us to do something for you, it will definitely cost you some money."

"Brother Lai is still the best, you are this"

The other party's flattery made me very happy.

"We can just change the handlebars back and get the job done. The donkey is too weak."

"Yes, the mule is big enough. I think it's taller than a horse."

"Well, let's split the five dollars between us, and the rest has to be given to the devils, otherwise they won't change people."

"You said that the Japanese devils seemed to have never seen anything before, everything was good to them, just like greedy ghosts."

"The translator was drunk and said that the families of ordinary Japanese soldiers are very poor, they can't even afford to eat, they are all broke, they are worse off than us."

"Damn, the little Japanese are definitely too cunning to grow tall."

"Their class divisions are the same as ours. Officials are determined by their family background, and civilians can only be non-commissioned officers at most."

"No wonder you are so sure about changing people."

"The landlord felt sorry for his donkey cart and farmhands, so he gave 5 yuan to the translator and the Japanese sergeant."

The traitor on the cart was chatting idly, and when he mentioned the Japs, his face was full of fawning.

Looking back, I realized that appearance reflects the heart.

After all this fuss, I am just a scapegoat, suffering for others.

However, I have heard about the class divisions in the Japanese army.

Listening silently, the Japanese's experience was finally learned a lot. Is the so-called "separate strip of water" an international joke? Do the Japanese have many bad intentions?

unknown.

The bell was ringing, jumping with the unevenness of the road.

The squeaking sounds of the iron and wooden wheels blend into a soul-chasing song.

"Stop, stop now"

The traitor took the stick supporting the shaft of the cart and hit it with a "bang bang" sound.

"Sir"

"I need to pee"

“I want to pee too.”

Two people stood side by side on the roadside, took out their dildo, and deliberately moved them back and forth, trying to see how long they could last.

A sudden bad wind hit the back of my head.

“Bang-Bang-“

While the two men were shivering, Zhang Aiguo swept the iron rod in his hand across their brain stems.

The first one said nothing and fell down limply.

The second one turned around. The wind was a little loud and there was fear and confusion on his face. He wanted to say something.

"... "

The words didn't come out yet and it went limp, like a dead snake.

Zhang Aiguo stretched out his hands and grabbed the necks of the two men, trying not to fall into the urine and waste his clothes. The so-called lower-level detectives from north to south tend to have the same appearance. It is slightly different outside the Great Wall, but when the level is high, they also wear suits and ties, blue shirts and robes, and it is impossible to tell whether they are human or ghost.

Different levels have different scenery.

Men live for that shiver.

He took the gun out of the waterproof cowhide holster and found that it was indeed made in Dagu. It was considered a fine imitation product, with performance and workmanship almost the same as the original. The Fengtian clique's gun steel was imported.

Along the road, two men were thrown onto a mule cart, their thumbs tied tightly with hemp ropes and their mouths stuffed with their socks.

There are always abandoned cellars and dry wells in the fields, which are good places to dump corpses.

Lifting the legs, head down, with the acceleration of gravity, throwing them in one by one, very quietly.

Just like cadres participating in a groundbreaking ceremony, two shovels of soil were spread, completing the solemnity of the burial.

Avoid the watchtowers if possible, cover up the traces, and don't let the same thing happen again and again.

We passed one village after another, from day to dusk.

When you get closer, you will see some vegetables planted in front of and behind the houses in the village, as well as some loofah or pumpkin vines.

The sound of car engines came from the road beside us.

Zhang Aiguo ignored him and continued walking forward.

At the intersection, the Japanese truck stopped.

Unfortunately, the black mule was seen by the Japanese when it was crossing the intersection. The two sides were about 200 meters apart.

The idle Japanese waved his hand and said a few words.

Two fully armed Japanese soldiers, along with a detective team and several puppet soldiers, chased after Zhang Aiguo.

There was the sound of clattering footsteps, and the Japanese soldiers were leading the way, running very fast.

Zhang Aiguo had originally hoped that the other party had not noticed him, but when he heard the voice, he knew that this would not end well.

The Japs haven't even breathed a breath in the fog of the green tent.

There is no need to explain in detail the viciousness and perversion of the Japs. They are definitely suspicious of lone people. It is too much to ask of you to want to survive for no reason and to be an obedient citizen who endures humiliation.

Ugh.

Sighed.

He put away the mule cart, took out the Type 38 rifle, loaded the bullets, lay down in the ditch, and slowly bent down to the right position.

The Japanese soldier was wearing a Type 90 steel helmet, shining in the setting sun, and the five-pointed star-shaped military emblem on the front was quite prominent.

Zhang Aiguo wrapped his head with a light yellow cloth, placed a Type 90 steel helmet with the five-pointed star worn off and painted with earthy brown paint on the side.

The three points formed a straight line, with the muzzle of the gun pointed at the five-pointed star, which was very visible under the light.

With a distance of more than 100 meters, the two Japanese soldiers sensitively sensed the danger and separated to the sides to kneel and shoot.

They waved their hands forward, signaling the puppet troops and detective team to charge forward while they provided cover.

Zhang Aiguo suddenly laughed, which was very characteristic of the Japanese.

However, the biggest threat is the old Japanese's shooting skills. New recruits can fire two or three hundred rounds of bullets during training, and their gun sense and accuracy are acquired through feeding.

"Snapped"

Gunshots were fired.

A high-speed spinning bullet flew towards the five-pointed star.