I want to be a good person

Generous bosses are rare, and generous bosses are even more precious!

Twenty-three new people, each of them received twenty dollars, and ten dollars for the second round of settling-in allowance. They held a small pile of money in their hands, and their faces were filled with joy.

The short weapons for self-defense vary from person to person. Some choose box guns, some are good at revolvers, some like to shoot revolvers, and some brothers even like to shoot box guns, which made Zhang Aiguo take a few more glances.

I don't mean anything else, I just think the future is bright, just like Zhang Aiguo's choice, fortunately everyone who comes here knows my background.

There are only two kinds of spare rifles, 6 machine guns, 4 Type rifles, and typewriters, which are for officers only and are a bit expensive.

There are all kinds of daggers and spears, of different sizes and lengths. Fortunately, they are not the army. The national army suffers from the lack of logistical supply. Standardization will enhance combat effectiveness.

"Go, take care of the stalker first, find out where he is from, and send his head back. Don't delay."

"Yes."

"Remember, we are strangers. We have no tribute and no friendship. The Chinese police and the gang members are in cahoots with each other and are taking advantage of both sides. This is an old traditional skill, so it works well."

The first order of the new year, the newly bought old imperial calendar clearly states that today is a good day to see red, which is a good sign.

"Don't worry, sir. There are always deaths in Shanghai."

"I'll make a rule that everyone should try not to be alone, so as to avoid getting into trouble."

"Sir, if we go out to play?"

"There are no moral constraints here. You can have a couple and forget about it after you get married, unless you want to get syphilis, live an uneasy life, and have your brothers avoid you."

"Hahaha"

Everyone laughed. The sex trade is not very good nowadays. There are more women than customers. If no one patronizes them, how can the economy grow?

Money needs to move, only when it moves can there be living water.

"Use the dagger first in the future. Grind the knife for me to make it sharp. Adjust the rope yourself according to your personal habits. It's best to solve it silently so that everyone can escape."

"Also, remember, you only have one life, and when you die, it's like a light goes out. Don't be afraid of death, but keeping secrets is the most important thing. If anyone breaks the taboo, the brothers will not forgive his relatives."

Use money to buy people's hearts, use words to seduce life, use the future to hone loyalty, everything that can be done has been done, and the rest is natural.

More than 20 people popped up like water splashes and disappeared in the crowd.

Before leaving, Zhang Aiguo gave his final order, that as long as they were not his own people, any threat would be eliminated immediately, even if the Lord himself came to stop them.

Crossing Xiaodongmen Street and arriving at Shilipu Wharf, a cargo ship slowly approached. Zhang Aiguo observed it from a distance through a telescope and found the fluttering flag familiar.

Damn, it turned out to be the ship of Simei Trading Company. The flood washed away the Dragon King Temple. I originally wanted to buy it for free, but they were all food.

Now that he's out, the fisherman can't just sit there doing nothing, so Zhang Aiguo thinks he should still take a stroll.

Separated by a wall and a river, two worlds, the concession is like the red spider lily, blooming on the other side of the river.

There were many places to hide under the ruins. He put on his dark cotton-padded jacket, black felt hat, and a pair of old cotton-padded shoes, and folded his hands with his hands, his beard untidy.

He was wandering around, humming a tuneless little song, swaying from step to step, looking out of tune.

After wandering around for a long time, Zhang Yongguo felt annoyed. A fisherman must not go home empty-handed, so he had to buy every fish he could.

"Taijun, Taijun."

Two Japanese soldiers were riding Type 97 Luwang three-wheeled motorcycles, rumbling and smoking.

Zhang Aiguo was so excited when he saw it that he jogged along, greeted people, waved his hands, and deliberately showed off the white armband on his left arm.

Because they were afraid that the Japanese would be unreasonable, they fired indiscriminately. They did this many times, but they shot at pedestrians when they were scolded by their superiors or were in a bad mood today.

"Squeak!"

The Japanese soldier immediately braked, pushed up his goggles, and cursed: "Baga!"

After getting off the motorcycle, I raised my legs and wanted to kick them. Looking at those short legs, I felt sad for them.

From a distance, it looks like a giant macaque squatting on a motorcycle.

"Taijun, I miss you guys so much."

"Flower girl, beautiful flower girl, such a beautiful flower girl."

The Japanese soldier's eyes widened and opened wide. His single eyelids were a sad story, as if a slit in his eyes had been cut with a knife and forced open.

An ugly person has beautiful dreams and is very fickle.

"Lead the way, you have a great conscience, and you are doing the work of a friend."

Ah, it’s the turtle box again!

"This way please."

"Yoshi."

Gang members, traitors and compradors were adept at helping the Japanese find women and forcing them to be comfort women.

It can be sold for money, bloody military notes, as long as you can make money, conscience is nothing, it doesn’t matter if you don’t eat or drink.

The two Japanese soldiers did not hesitate at all, it seemed they had done this many times.

The Japanese soldier was very sturdy, and when he took off his gloves, his gun calluses were very thick, and he looked fearless.

"where is it?"

“It’s right there. It’s very beautiful.”

After riding for more than 5 minutes, the Japanese soldiers became a little impatient. The one sitting in the sidecar slapped Zhang Aiguo's arm very hard, and it hurt a little.

"Right there, in that shabby house."

The motorcycle stalled, and the two Japanese soldiers landed on the ground with smiles on their faces, their brown leather boots stepping on the ground.

"Yours, lead the way."

"Okay, okay, follow me."

Where is this?

Anyway, there is one house that has not collapsed and there is a door. Whether there is anyone there or not, there will only be ghosts.

"Taijun, this is it."

"Yoshi, why is there no movement?"

The Japanese soldier calmed down and looked Zhang Aiguo up and down, and found that he looked like a young gangster. He nodded and put the gun back into the holster.

The Japanese soldiers were very cautious. I could see out of the corner of my eye that the Japanese soldier sitting in the shoulder pocket never took his hand off the holster.

As soon as he got out of the car, he pulled out his gun.

"Go open the door!"

"Hi"

When the Japanese saw Zhang Aiguo's performance, they shook their heads and waved their right hands forward as if they were chasing away flies.

"Squeak!"

It was the Japanese's fault that the wooden door hinge was a little stuck. Zhang Aiguo held the door knocker with his hand and it made a few noises when it opened.

When the two Japanese soldiers heard the sound, they shouted, "Click."

The buckle of the holster opened, the gun box was pulled out, and then the bolt was pulled with a click.

How could this be?

When a few people within three meters turned around, the Japanese were like blind. The large force was ambushing within twenty meters, but the Japanese could not see anything.

What’s even more amazing is that something can appear from a woman’s crotch. She can pull out a grenade. Where did she pull it out from?

It's a bit painful to not know where my sister is, after all, I still have a long way to go.

"Taijun, Taijun, it's hidden very deeply, ordinary people can't find it."

Zhang Aiguo grinned and turned back to smile, but he didn't dare to open his mouth. His teeth were a little white, and tooth powder was not cheap, so that was an obvious flaw.

"Don't hide anymore. The locust army is coming. The Co-Prosperity Sphere is coming. Come out obediently."

A Japanese soldier stood at the door, holding a gun as a guard.

The remaining one walked in swaggeringly with a gun in hand.

One step forward is hell!

One step back, it’s still hell!