I want to be a good person

The snow fell lightly, and the dancing white light gently covered the sin.

The puppet soldier who tipped off the news collapsed on the ground, losing hope of life. It is important for people to know themselves.

He did not beg for mercy, did not try to escape, and had a blank expression on his face. He was terrified by Zhang Aiguo's cruelty.

"Pah~pah"

He was shot from behind, the bullet entered from the back of his head and flew out from the front, disfiguring his face. Since he has brought disgrace to his ancestors, what face do he have left?

Choice is more important than hard work. You choose your own path and cannot blame others.

The roar of the motorcycle sounded dully, like suppressed emotions.

The oncoming wind and snow hit my face, which was a bit painful. The corpse behind me was getting farther and farther away.

The low status of the Chinese people is beyond imagination. Once they put on yellow skin, they would stay away from the Maintenance Society, the puppet army, and all kinds of traitors, except the Japanese devils.

Zhang Aiguo planned to make a half circle, returning to the International Settlement from the western district where the road was being built across the boundary of the International Settlement.

The snow on the road gradually thickened and the speed began to slow down. The sky was hazy, the headlights were dim, and the light beams were fluctuating.

It would be much more comfortable to ride in a mule cart, wrapped in a quilt. It was a pity to waste such a healthy mule. In order to commemorate it, they finally decided to eat it. I believe it was also very happy and voluntarily made due contributions to the War of Resistance.

"Taijun, please."

It’s more convenient to pretend to be a Japanese soldier. You don’t have to lurk like an agent and live in fear all day long.

As long as Li Kui doesn't meet Li Gui, he has nothing to worry about. Even if he meets him, he will be the real or fake Monkey King, and it is still unknown who will win.

Zhang Aiguo disdains to be an agent, spy, or undercover. Different choices bring different results. There are not so many successful cases. The Japanese's identification of insiders is like a spirit injection stick.

They are always suspicious of their own people, not to mention other races. The Japanese also emphasize the purity of blood. If you want to join the organization, you need to go through strict background checks and rigorous reviews, checking several generations back to ensure accuracy.

"Yo, my friend, you have a great conscience."

"It is only natural and proper to serve the Master."

At the home of the chairman of the maintenance association, he asked his servants to carry in a large wooden barrel and invited Zhang Aiguo to take a bath.

"You've worked so hard, my lady. I specially prepared a welcome dinner for you."

Looking at the boneless chairman of the maintenance association, Zhang Aiguo sighed in his heart.

After being a slave for more than 260 years, it is so difficult to stand up straight!

Zhang Aiguo, who was soaking in a wooden barrel, heard the door creak open and a scent of powder blew in.

The concubine was rubbing his back on the surface, and her soft pancreas was touching him randomly as if it had no bones, teasing Zhang Aiguo's soft spot.

"Yoshi, work at night."

"Taijun~"

The charming figure entangled Zhang Aiguo.

I heard that the Japanese are all impatient, how can they have such good self-control?

The president fell at the door and listened carefully to the noise inside. How come nothing happened?

Isn’t it possible?

My heart is full of confusion.

After taking a shower, the meal was ready.

"Taijun, come here, this is delicious, boiled chicken."

The traitors all know that the Japs love to eat chicken, so they try all kinds of ways to please them.

At the dinner table, the neatly dressed concubine smiled sweetly and accompanied the guests in drinking and eating.

She kept throwing flirtatious eyes and even wanted a leather cup, but was rejected by Zhang Aiguo. Who knows what she had in her mouth?

The host and the guests were in great joy, toasting each other with cups and glasses, and by the time they had eaten and drunk their fill, it was already getting dark.

Tall red lanterns were hung on the gate.

The traitor took Zhang Aiguo to the master bedroom and changed the bedding for him.

"Taijun, have a good rest."

The concubine supported him as he entered and waited for him to undress.

How to do it?

Since it comes, use it.

The red bellyband with a picture of mandarin ducks playing in the water and the delicate pink and white skin, the president is really willing to give it away.

……

"Taijun, you are so amazing. How could anyone forget you?"

"You're very good."

I stood up and pedaled the bicycle hard, running round and round.

After respectfully seeing Zhang Aiguo off, the president looked at his concubine's face, which was so red and particularly attractive, and he felt itchy in his heart.

"Third brother, let's go back to the house. I'll check if it's been damaged."

The president chuckled, put his arm around the woman, and went straight back to the house.

"The Locust Army and I are cousins ​​now."

It's a tragedy. Sacrificing wives and women for the sake of becoming an official is not something that can't be lost. Not to mention traitors, officials in which dynasty did not do this? How could they have any sense of shame?

Two envelopes of money wrapped in red paper, power is great, there is food and drink, and more, some people will take the initiative to throw themselves into your arms, in any number of ways, it's a bit like industrial investment promotion, at least there are three connections and one leveling.

Seeing that he was running away, Zhang Aiguo stopped his motorcycle, took out a map and identified his location.

It's time to change clothes again.

He changed into another grey cotton-padded jacket, put on a tattered felt hat, carried a bamboo basket, and walked towards the concession.

The closer to the concession, the more people gathered. The national economy was in recession and the war had disrupted basic order. In order to survive, people flocked there.

Not everyone can enter the concession. Those with money are welcome to come in, while those without money stay in the Chinese area and wait for death.

Having seen the bloodthirstiness and cruelty of capitalism, it is better to experience it sooner rather than later. The worst-off are the illiterate peasant children. How could they volunteer to join the army?

When it comes to beautification and modification, history is not a little girl who can be dressed up by anyone, but a developed plastic surgery industry that does all the repairs and tinkering.

In Shangliutan, the least valuable thing is people, especially women. As long as you give them food to eat and a place to stay, there will be plenty of beautiful young ones willing to follow you.

Only by surviving, you are qualified to talk about the future!

From a nearby shack, there were sounds of children screaming, and two men were standing outside keeping watch.

When Zhang Aiguo heard this, he stopped and was immediately driven away.

"Hurry up, the gang is doing business!"

A small, shrill voice, crying and shouting at the top of its lungs.

Seeing that Zhang Aiguo wanted to stop and meddle in other people's business, two big men walked up to him aggressively, pushed him hard, and he staggered and almost fell to the ground.

After days of running around, the chassis is unstable.

How painful it must be for a child to cry non-stop?

Zhang Aiguo thought of the beggars, the children who were kidnapped and deceived, who were artificially made disabled and cruelly dismembered.

"Go away."

In desperation, he pulled out a Smith & Wesson .38 revolver.

Unexpectedly, the man was not afraid at all. Instead, he performed a martial arts salute.

"May I ask~"

"Bang~Bang!"

The only response was two gunshots. When the thin curtain was pulled open, a child was tied to a wooden stool, her hands and feet bent, and a dagger was trying to poke out her eyes.

“Bang, bang, bang!”

Before the surprised traffickers could react, anger ran through their bodies.

There was a child lying on the ground, dying. There was no disinfection, no medicine, and his survival depended entirely on the child's own vitality!

The evil of human nature is always difficult to estimate, and it is impossible to imagine how bad people can be.

Hell is empty and the devil is on earth!