I want to be a good person

Flashing back and forth in the shadows, Zhang Aiguo's heart was a little confused and his breathing was unstable.

Forget it, it’s not a good night to travel.

I was thinking about turning back, and originally wanted to visit the Japanese dock.

Why did the hunger panic occur? It was mainly because the damn Japanese devils manipulated the bargaining power, and unscrupulous businessmen hoarded goods, resulting in a drastic reduction in production.

The Japanese are also racking their brains to extort money, but if they can't come up with real cash, the Americans won't sell anything to them.

How to do?

Destructive mining and excavation continuously increase the proportion of grain collection.

A more stringent rice control policy was implemented, with an integrated production, transportation and sales process. Purchasing certificates and handling certificates were issued, and a handling tax of four cents was levied on every bag of grain weighing five shi (160 grams) and five dou (150 grams) and was passed on to the people.

When there is no money, we impose taxes. Who did you learn this from?

Exclusive policies were constantly introduced, military grain production areas were designated, purchasers were designated, and purchases were forced to be made at low prices, so that the farmers could not eat the grain they had worked so hard to grow.

The Japanese civilians in their own country couldn't even get enough food to eat, yet they still joined forces to cause trouble and enjoy a total mobilization of the national spirit, which fully shows that they were waging a war against the entire nation.

The moonlight is hazy and the breeze is cool.

Two unlicensed cars were parked on the side of the road. Zhang Aiguo, who did not turn back, saw them under the dim street lights.

Night blindness does not exist.

"Agent? Which side? Do you want some help?"

Hiding in the corner, looking carefully, and waiting patiently.

About five minutes later, five people took turns covering each other and carried two sacks as they walked towards the car.

"Bow-legged!"

The biological features revealed Kun's feet, all five heads.

With the sound of the door closing, the car started away.

"What to do?"

Zhang Aiguo took out a bicycle, put his legs on it, pushed with his left foot, and using the force, he pushed the pedal hard with his right foot.

Fortunately, the car was not going very fast. In the past, everyone was a racing driver, flashing their lights and honking their horns, cutting in and driving in the wrong direction. They were very powerful and could do nothing about it even if they committed a crime. Those who pointed their fingers to the sky might have someone in front, behind, left and right to support them from falling.

I turned off the headlight of my bicycle and followed quietly from a distance. There was no policeman where the car passed by. It seemed that they were in collusion.

All things are inferior, only power is superior.

The main roads and alleys were winding and twisting. Zhang Aiguo was breathing heavily, feeling a little exhausted. He was afraid of losing the follower if he went too far, and afraid of being discovered if he got too close, so he had to change his speed.

Half an hour later, the car finally stopped, flashed its lights, an iron gate opened, and people drove in one after another.

I put away my bike and walked along the wall, ready to go over.

"tread"

The sudden sound of leather footsteps made Zhang Aiguo stick close to the wall, motionless.

Several Annan patrolmen walked out from the shadows, short in stature, armed with pistols and wearing bamboo hats.

"Thank you"

A handful of silver dollars was handed out through a small window from inside the closed door, and the Annan man bent over to take them.

In order to maintain their image and check and balance the Chinese police, the French specially recruited five to six hundred Annan people. The height requirement was to be over 1 meters, be able to speak and write Mandarin, and have good treatment. However, there were too few people who met the requirements, so they had to settle for the next best thing.

Their main task is to pry open the tickets, with each person having a task of 30 tickets per month, which, in the words of the previous life, means issuing tickets and fines.

The lights in the building came on and then went out.

Hearing the footsteps leaving, Zhang Aiguo walked over.

Luckily there were no dogs.

There were footsteps patrolling the yard.

A secret base set up by the Japanese?

Standing on the ladder, he poked his head out and observed the route.

A safe retreat is the first choice. If gunshots are heard and the police station’s cheese is disturbed, how can you save face if you don’t burn incense and give money? After all, this is a society based on interests.

A lot of filth is shrouded in the night, and filth is hidden beneath the water.

"bang"

The sound of the thousands of layers of soil under your feet hitting the ground shows your love for the earth everywhere.

Damn enthusiasm, it always comes so unexpectedly.

"whoosh"

A leopard scurried away, hid beside the car, and stayed in the shadows, waiting for its chance to strike.

The patrol flashlight lit up, and the round circle of light was circling the ground, sweeping back and forth dishonestly. Without feet on the ground, one would not be able to connect with reality.

The black car paint reflected a faint light, and under the dim light was a skull face.

People scare people to death.

People know that ghosts are scary, but ghosts know that human hearts are vicious!

Listening quietly to the footsteps, leather shoes, they are made of cowhide.

Nearly.

closer.

The aperture is getting smaller and smaller.

"Nani?"

As expected, humans or ghosts are full of fear and awe of the unknown.

The aperture shone up to the sky a few times and then fell to the ground. It is not a good idea to aim too high.

"Well"

The mouth was covered with a gloved hand.

Severe pain in left side of waist, felt a stirring.

A long dagger cut through my clothes and rushed in viciously, causing severe pain in my kidneys.

The body's self-protection mechanism kicked in, his hands subconsciously covered the wound, his feet stayed where they were, and he fell into a coma.

Lean the body against the car, light a cigarette for it, and take a break.

Tiptoe to the other side.

The Japanese were very vigilant and they were waiting against the wall early in the morning.

Could you please not be so smart?

Zhang Aiguo lowered his head and wore the dead devil's hat.

"Kono-kun?"

I heard a whispered question, but I couldn't change my height, and no matter how much I lowered my head, I couldn't cover it up.

Try to bend your legs outward as much as possible to lower your height, which will make you feel tired when walking.

"Hi."

There were still four or five steps away. Zhang Aiguo responded, took two steps at a time, rushed forward, and crashed into his arms.

The dagger he was holding stabbed into the liver area, and the pain was like a hammering.

"what"

Scream.

Listen to the sound, it really hurts.

However, the gun in his right hand, which was held by his left hand, still fired.

"boom"

It pierced the tranquility of the night.

"boom"

Zhang Aiguo leaned close to the wall, flipped over a few times, and reached the door lintel, where a bullet hit him from behind.

There are people on the roof.

He switched to a submachine gun, kicked the door open, and the grenade rolled in.

"boom"

Dust billowed from the doorway and the lights went out.

Zhang Aiguo rolled into the house and lay down with a gun in hand.

The advantage of the horizontal magazine is like the British Sten submachine gun.

Use grenades to clear the way, cherish your life to have a chance to survive, and don't let the jade break the tiles.

"eight…"

Instead of going up to the second floor to clean, Zhang Aiguo hung trip mines at both ends.

I returned to the main house and lifted the iron cover of the basement, revealing just a crack.

"Dang Dang Dang"

Stray bullets hit the iron plate, making crisp sounds.

If the tiger doesn't show off its power, do you think I'm a sick cat?

Zhang Aiguo reversed and pulled the iron handle with a hemp rope. The grenade stopped for four seconds and squeezed in through the newly opened gap.

I counted to two numbers silently, and then I heard the sound of something landing, followed by an explosion and gray smoke coming out.

When I opened the iron cover, smoke and dust rushed up, which was a bit choking.

There were two more grenades, and after the explosion, Zhang Aiguo jumped down.

According to conventional thinking, the amount of ammunition a person can carry is limited, the concession is not a battlefield, and grenades are considered weapons of mass destruction.

There were four Japanese soldiers lying on the ground, two of them with their lower bodies naked. There were three rooms in a triangle shape. The rooms on both sides were full of people. Directly opposite was the interrogation room.

A man was tied to a wooden pillar, a naked woman was on the table, and a sack was thrown on the ground.

Zhang Yuanguo did not hesitate. He used a dagger to untie the ropes, threw a piece of clothing to the woman, and handed a pistol to the man.

The ground was gray and black, and the smell was no longer bloody, but mixed with various smells.

I feel so heavy that I can’t describe it!