I want to be a good person

The thick smoke and dust from the bombing floated in the sky, blocking out the sun.

"Hero, spare your life."

A remote alley.

There was a gun against his head and it smelled like urine.

"Tell me what's going on. Then I'll let you go. I'm not after money, and I'm not trying to kill you."

"I said, I said."

As the information became clear, Zhang Aiguo couldn't help but applaud the group of people.

Sure enough, the elites squeezed into the organization.

The eight immortals cross the sea, each showing their magical powers.

The air-raid shelters of all sizes in the mountain city have become a hot business.

Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda.

That is written on paper, but what comes out is all kinds of strange and each has its own merits.

The places that provide life-saving services are all charging fees and making money in various ways. The demise of the party and the country is inevitable.

Only private air-raid shelters have air-raid alarm telephone numbers. One senior official spent tens of thousands of dollars to install an air-raid in his private air-raid shelter. Everyone is trying to make money in some way, and their interests are intertwined.

What does the backward and dilapidated public facilities have to do with the national government? I am filled with disappointment, but where is the bottom line?

Zhang Aiguo turned around and left. The legal tender was almost becoming paper and it was tiring to hold it. He just wanted to deliver the goods quickly and leave after finishing.

The old man looked at the falling leaves, and the more he looked, the sadder he became.

In the best place, if the leaders like something, the people below will like it even more!

Today’s cause, tomorrow’s result!

"Get out of the way, get out of the way."

Several women, accompanied by a group of people, were caring for the injured people. Outside were strong men with fierce eyes, who were blocking the people who were watching the excitement.

Burning houses, broken walls, corpses with missing limbs, and weeping people.

The sky was covered with smoke. Zhang Aiguo had never seen such a sharp contrast before, with her simple and elegant cheongsam, delicate makeup and spotless leather shoes.

Where is the plane?

Where is the plane?

The plane was playing hide-and-seek in the bank.

Driving away ordinary people.

When it comes to the self-cultivation of actors, it is unacceptable not to give them a few golden men. It is simply a blasphemy to positive characters for actors to win awards.

The spotlights were flashing non-stop, and there was no doubt that it was another front-page headline.

The one who speaks better than he sings, who empathizes with the people and worries about them, has a look of sadness on his face, but with Zhang Aiguo's many years of experience in watching films, he couldn't see any trace of acting.

The people who were being interviewed were so grateful that they cried even more sadly than the person whose father had just died.

How many great achievements did the government have to make the people so excited?

The show is over, everyone goes back home and looks for their own mother.

Zhang Aiguo followed the person who talked the most, took a few quick steps, and ran into the house next door.

Listening to the sound of water pouring in the house, I washed my face and hair. After more than half an hour, a man in a Zhongshan suit came out, his hair was still a little wet.

The exposed skin color that was deliberately blackened has been restored to its original appearance. No wonder it sounds so nice, with perfect cooperation and recitation of the script.

Best Supporting Actor!

He sobbed and spoke unsteadily. The feeling of his sorrow suddenly meeting the blue sky was really overwhelming.

No, Zhang Aiguo leaned close to him.

"That's very well said, man."

"Who are you? What are you talking about?"

A dagger was stabbed into the lower back kidney area, going in and out twice in an instant.

"I'm your second uncle, my last name is Hu, and my name is Lan Xia."

"Be good, it only hurts a few times, just bear with it and it will pass."

He gently leaned the other person against a house on the roadside and left in surprised eyes.

My superiors promised to promote me. Why?

Want to kill me to silence me?

Confused and puzzled, he felt more resentful towards the Kuomintang.

There were countless people taking advantage of the fire to loot on the streets, and the commanders of the defending forces were the biggest culprits. After each bombing, it was impossible to tell whether there were people putting out the fire or looting.

The people who controlled the fees for collecting air-raid shelters recounted how they robbed houses and seized the remaining properties in order to survive.

A group that brags about itself every day and never looks at what is behind it is as arrogant as a balloon and will eventually burst.

Zhang Aiguo was looking for a place to store supplies, but either the location was unsuitable and vulnerable to bombing, or the area was too small.

There were more people on the street, and his pocket moved. Zhang Aiguo grabbed the wrist of a thin man in a yellow military uniform.

"What do you want to do? You are so brave to mess with me."

He is not tall, but he has a fierce aura, and he is the first to complain.

"Three dollars, mine."

"Bullshit, that's my monthly salary, you want to rob a soldier?"

"Someone come, someone is stealing money."

"Snapped"

Zhang Aiguo raised his hand and slapped him, and his head tilted and a tooth flew out.

Full of blood and passion.

Hearing the man's cry for help, people came out from other corners one after another. Some were in plain clothes, some in military uniforms. They had no weapons in their hands and were of zero risk.

"What? If you want to rob me, it's only three dollars."

"Let him go quickly. We are from the labor rescue stretcher team and we are rushing to save people. If something happens, can you afford it?"

A man was holding a simple stretcher, looking serious.

What kind of people can infiltrate the revolutionary ranks?

"Go away, I'll spare you this time."

The stretcher-bearing team is composed of ruffians and pickpockets who are used by their superiors to collect salaries without doing any work. They are protected by their superiors and go shopping for cheap things on the streets whenever they have nothing to do.

When the country is in trouble, it chooses to make the people suffer. If the country wants to develop, it still chooses to make the people suffer.

Looking back at the road I have traveled, it has long been blocked and success cannot be replicated.

Self-touching, self-hypnosis, self-advocacy, slowly falling into fantasy.

In my previous life, I learned about the three major tragedies of the War of Resistance Against Japan: the water at Huayuankou, the fire at Wenxi, and the air in the cave.

The national government imposed the most severe punishments, including dismissal, serious warning, and dismissal with retention. Ironically, less than half a year had passed and the official was not only reinstated but also promoted.

"Rickshaw."

Zhang Aiguo waited for a long time but to no avail. Cars were in short supply, let alone buses. It took more than an hour and he still didn't see anyone.

A horse-drawn carriage carrying passengers came over with a clanking sound.

It seems that the only option is to look for storage space in the suburbs.

Zhang Aiguo felt that he was unique in both the underworld and the white world. While searching for the warehouse, he felt trouble for the first time. He was in an unfamiliar place and a single tree could not make a forest.

Uphill and downhill, running back and forth.

After signing the agreement, Zhang Aiguo rented a warehouse for a month, far away from the city. Four Type 2 land attack aircraft, two Type A tanks, several heavy artillery pieces obtained from Jiangyin, and supporting equipment filled the entire warehouse.

It was worth buying it for $52, but now the main transportation routes are blocked and it cannot be transported in at all.

The Mitsubishi Type 16.45 land attack aircraft has a length of 25 meters, a wingspan of 3.68 meters, a height of 4965 meters, an empty weight of 8000 kilograms, a maximum weight of 375 kilograms, a maximum speed of 4400 kilometers per hour, a range of an astonishing 9200 kilometers, and a ceiling of meters. It is a strategic bomber.

Who will sell?

Even the red-haired people gave us outdated models. Countries always keep something in reserve when interacting with each other.

There are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests!

The devils are too clear-headed!