I want to be a good person

"Put your hands up and don't move!"

Everyone in the venue raised their hands in unison. Their movements were so uniform that surrender became a performance art. It's really hard to comment on it.

Robbery requires real work, and the real professionals are those who put on a coat and make you hand over everything voluntarily or involuntarily, and feel grateful.

How could it have fallen to this point? There is no technical content at all. I think it is because the truth is not enough.

Occasional distracting thoughts do not affect the movements of the hands.

"Da da da"

He killed people randomly to establish his authority, and picked up the guard's pistol and put it on his waist.

The guard at the stairs fired back two shots, but was riddled with countless holes by the machine gun. The soldiers' tactical skills were higher than those of ordinary people, and the so-called civilian gunners could not withstand it.

"The Loyal and Patriotic Army is raising funds for the army. We advise you not to be accomplices to the evil."

"Don't resist!"

"Your life is your own. If you lose money, you can earn it again."

Zhang Aiguo shouted again in Shanghai dialect, I can eat the meal, but I will definitely not take the blame.

The guard on the third floor had a nervous look on his face, holding the pistol in his hand and aiming downwards. Sweat was pouring down his hands, and he didn't dare to let go, but gripped the gun handle even tighter.

Zhang Aiguo was in control of the situation. The rest of the brothers had clear division of labor. They took sacks to fill with money. The first floor for individual customers contained mostly French currency and military notes, while the second floor held a lot of dollars, including many gold rings and watches.

The hands on the watch turned tirelessly, one circle, two circles, and just after the fifth circle, he touched his thumb and index finger together, put them in his mouth and blew a sharp whistle.

Zhang Aiguo was the last to withdraw, and the remaining brothers carried sacks and ran towards the waiting car.

According to the agreed time, the car started ahead of schedule, both parties cooperated well and the timing was just right.

Facts have proved that preparation is the key, and the countless drills have not been in vain.

The car quickly drove away and disappeared into the night. It was dark and no one dared to chase it.

Seven minutes later, the Japanese patrol and detective team rushed in and started another search. It was unclear whether they were there to catch the murderer or to get money.

Judging from their performance at the scene, they are more like robbers than robbers. The robbers did not exhaust their resources and should be thinking about the next time.

The Japanese gendarmerie headquarters is rich, but there are not many lower-level soldiers. It is normal for them to be greedy for money. The Japanese also have parents, wives and children to support. Throughout history, both at home and abroad, there is only one Monkey King who can pop out of a crack in a stone.

A light brown Ford Model A stopped and a man in his fifties got out from the back seat. He was wearing a long gown and a jacket, a walking stick, a fedora hat, and a mahogany Western pipe in his right hand.

"Boss Zeng."

The manager had a sad face because the safe on the second floor was taken away by the Japanese devils. They were so damn cruel and shameless.

"what happened?"

The casino was in a mess, with cards and mahjong scattered all over the floor. The customers did not run away, but were all taken back to the gendarmerie headquarters by the Japanese on suspicion of tipping off others.

"Do you know who did it? What language they spoke? What are their physical characteristics? Any clues?"

"The boss, he speaks the local dialect, uses a fancy machine, wears a hood with a skull painted on it, and has a muscular body."

Boss Zeng fell into deep thought. As the Japanese offensive gained momentum in many directions, his loyal people changed their beliefs and were desperately trying to make money and find a way out.

Those within the system have always been the elites, and the common people in the market have only a small ambition. They at least start with a fighting spirit, and they can never beat them.

The duck knows first when the river water warms in spring. Everyone has their own perspective and ideas.

"No, we have tens of thousands of disciples, and no one here dares to mess with us. It must be a dragon from outside. Check, check the outsiders who have come recently, or I'll burn them."

"Yes. Where are the Japanese?"

"When it rains, I will go and negotiate."

Boss Zeng touched his sparse hair and gently put his hand down. More than a dozen strands fell out. It was such bad luck.

He casually put it in his pocket, expressionless, and asked, "How many things are there?"

"I just settled the bill. I only have 1000 small yellow croakers and dollars in cash, in French currency."

"Well, there aren't many things. Make a list of the losses. I'm going to complain and write more."

"Yes"

"Boss, can they be trusted?"

The manager was a little confused and asked.

"Believe it or not, it's their business. They have a share, so they should at least contribute. If we don't cry or make a fuss, we will suffer in silence."

"The boss is smart."

It is said that Zhang Aiguo and others left the casino. The car drove quietly and no one said a word, knowing that they were not out of danger yet.

The only sounds in the carriage were the sound of bullets being loaded, the magazines being filled one by one, and the low roar of the engine.

A flashlight beam shone over, followed by a few words of bird chirping mixed with Mandarin.

"who?"

Driving away is the most difficult choice, and it is difficult to choose between being low-key and being high-key.

"Boss, what should I do?"

"Load and load, charge."

Zhang Aiguo led the way, sitting in the first car, and with a loud bang, he loaded the bullet into the gun.

"Come closer and turn on the light to shine on them."

"Snapped"

The Japs fired warning shots.

"Boom"

The car's headlights suddenly turned on, and the light made the Japanese traitor squint his eyes, and he subconsciously covered them with his hands.

"Bagaya road!"

The Japanese leader cursed loudly, he had never been insulted like this before, and he was furious and ashamed.

You dare to disrespect the little Japanese Empire. Are you tired of living?

The Japs thought bitterly, already thinking of ways to torture him, and couldn't help laughing like a pig.

The car braked, and in the blink of an eye, a heavy roar was heard again.

As the troops relaxed and relaxed, the only sound they could hear was the fierce gunfire in response.

"Da da da da da"

The blood flowers bloom in the dark night, with no one to appreciate them, but they are beautiful alone.

"Beep beep."

The alarm rang and there was a sound of chaotic footsteps.

There was noise everywhere, and people were afraid of being implicated. The lights went out, and many streets naturally became dark. They kept silent and did not care.

"Quick, plan two."

The car accelerated towards Jiangwan Airport, trying to avoid being in the dark.

Zhang Aiguo knew the Japs' mentality very well. The search was fake, but the money-making was real. Now the Japs are even more short of money. Everyone said that the Japs were making money, but in fact it was the Golden Lily Plan that was being implemented. He said without hesitation that the Japs' strategy was for the long term and they did not care about temporary gains and losses.

Different ways of thinking and methods will bring different results, just like the tea drinks we drank in our previous life, which have lasted for decades and are finally coming to fruition.

Hasn’t anyone in China, who are eager for quick success and instant benefits, thought of this?

Not really.

It is possible to think about it but difficult to do it. The atmosphere is different, there is a lack of guidance, fast food culture prevails, one-night stands, cheating, all for the sake of novelty.

In the bumpy car, Zhang Aiguo was speechless. Chinese people are smarter than any other people in the world, but they are weak-willed and only care about what they once had, not how long it will last.

Alas, I miss that passionate era when people were willing to sacrifice themselves for the country!

For the sake of the country, they dare to be unknown and sacrifice themselves. I respect those respectable and lovely people!

You are the true soul of the nation and the backbone of the nation!

Zhang Aiguo threw three lit cigarettes out of the car window.

The subordinate felt something strange and looked confused.

Alas, everyone else is drunk but I am the only one sober, it is a pain that is hard to talk about. Zhang Aiguo has no way to confide in others, and the person who is sober is lonely.

Will it ignite a wildfire?

Really looking forward to it!