I want to be a good person

In the south in winter, the weather is gloomy and cold, and the chill penetrates into the bones.

The refugees on the roadside were shivering, and the women with furs draped over their shoulders were twisting left and right on purpose, making the crowd look like a flower.

There was no reaction in the refugees' eyes. I guess their poverty suppressed their lust and they were simply focused on the food stall.

"JP, Jr."

"Yes"

The Western devils waved their hands, looking as if they were afraid of getting into trouble.

The British were the Japanese's introductory teachers and provided unremitting support, especially to their navy, which was the best in the world.

Most of the British soldiers were transferred away, the war situation was unfavorable, and only a few soldiers were left for show, just like the setting sun of the British Empire, insisting on the gentlemanly characteristics of a troublemaker.

The Japanese soldier behind him walked hurriedly, and due to the problem of his short legs, he struggled hard behind him.

Turn into an alley, stand quietly against the wall, hold your breath, and wait for the prey to come.

The devil leaned gently against the wall and tilted his head little by little towards the alley.

Just when he exposed a quarter of his eyeballs, he felt a dark shadow flash by, and Zhang Aiguo's hand grabbed his neck like a vice, and then pulled him into the alley. He was about to shout.

Liver pain.

It hurts so much.

I opened my mouth, but couldn't speak.

The breath rushed out.

“Huh~huh…”

The famous liver-bursting punch.

I originally wanted to use a 26-model revolver, but then I thought that the serial number on the gun body could be found.

Shandong people’s favorite dagger is still on the stage.

Just stab it in the neck.

I searched a bit, but there wasn't any money at all.

Successfully brainwashed the young people to be loyal to the country and do everything for Tianhuang.

He changed his clothes and took out a corpse, specifically choosing one that was stabbed to death with a knife. The cuts on the wound were different, indicating that both ghosts had been ambushed.

There were refugees on the roadside, but he just glanced at them and didn't take them seriously. He hadn't had enough food to eat today, so he would die faster if he meddled in other people's business.

"Jingle Bell"

The crisp sound of the car bell, like the sound of a soul-chasing bell, echoed in the alley, disappeared in the distance, and drifted away in the wind.

People's thoughts are always changing. Many things have already happened or will inevitably happen, just like the lice on a bald man's head. They are obvious, but deliberately turning a blind eye to them is only deceiving oneself.

Zhang Aiguo felt that he should think carefully about it and wonder whether it was worth it.

Now I am trapped in self-doubt and my mind is torn. What's the point of being so passionate?

I feel inexplicably discouraged.

Choice is important, it sounds better said than sung, the tide rises and falls.

Fucking bureaucratic mentality.

After throwing his body on the hotel bed, Zhang Aiguo chose to close his eyes and let his mind churn.

"woooooo"

The murder case alarmed the police station, and police cars arrived at the scene shouting positive slogans.

"Japanese?"

"Yes, we checked. He was killed with one slash. The technique was skillful. The murder weapon has not been found. Judging from the blade, it should be a homemade dagger."

"Both bodies?"

"Yes, I have the documents."

"This is a big problem. The Japanese are not easy to deal with. Is there anything else?"

“Different blades have different thicknesses and incision sizes.”

"The Japanese are involved. It's hard to handle. Report it quickly and notify the Japanese to come over. It's a pile of shit. Stay away from it and don't get yourself stinky."

The patrol captain spoke in a bad tone and was quite critical of the Japanese.

The conflicts between people come from conflicts of interest, and this is true whether it is a small group or a large country.

The Japanese were soon notified that the Military Police Special High Section and the Self-Defense Police were a group of ghosts.

It is magnificent. Although it is small in size, it makes a big noise when it walks out.

The traitor from No. 76 has also come, trying to make his presence felt in front of his master.

The Westerner came, his face heavy, as if the dead was one of his own relatives, his sadness like antifreeze wax, but if you looked closely his blue eyes were full of smiles.

The tall Japanese soldier lowered his head and spoke in a humble tone, as the situation was stronger than the man.

Zhang Aiguo naturally couldn't see the dog-eat-dog scene. The Japanese had been coveting the money in the concession for a long time and were eager to rob it.

Starting from the Meiji Restoration, the Japanese had a bad hand, but they managed to turn it into a winning strategy. The crossroads was approaching.

Why fight a war if you don't make money? Have you ever seen gang leaders fighting for friendship?

It's all because of interests.

War, at its core, is the most helpless option to divert domestic class conflicts and economic pressures.

The world is a huge makeshift team.

The next day, he woke up from a daze, touched himself, and found his beard was untidy, and the person in the mirror looked haggard.

Who are you working so hard for?

There are no righteous slogans, in the final analysis it is all for oneself.

The upper class often says that the country comes before the family. In fact, there is no doubt that the people like the sentiment of family and country.

No wonder the world is going downhill and people’s hearts are no longer as pure as they used to be. Face, gold, women, houses and cars, the monster in the heart is holding up a black letter of authorization and shouting silently: Five sons are married.

The world is so big and yet so small. First you deceive, then you induce, then you advise, and finally you rob.

The story has never stopped, it has become more and more fresh and fragrant for thousands of years.

He concentrated his mind, took out his writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone, and started writing with his brush. The four characters "Nan Nan Hu Tu" appeared on the paper.

“What a nice handwriting.”

The faint scent of ink filled the room.

Comfort yourself, don't get stuck in a rut, seek the truth within, and you will be safe.

The atmosphere on the street was full of tension, and the mentality of the Western devils was comparable to that of Zhang Aiguo yesterday.

Zhang Aiguo, who was staying in the hotel, stepped out of the door. The three census personnel were not very good at managing their emotions, but they finally chose to face the reality and act casually.

Whoever sits in those seats is the same, the more they taste, the more addicted they become.

There are many short-legged people in the concession, and their dead faces are easy to recognize. They can do something by strolling around.

"Mr. Wu?"

Before I knew it, an unlicensed Chevrolet stopped in front of me.

"I'm not."

I have used so many aliases that I suddenly can’t remember which one I am using now?

What's more, I feel a little dazed and unfocused.

While answering, three people blocked Zhang Aiguo's retreat.

"you"

Several people pushed and shoved their way into the car.

"bang bang"

After a few door slams, the car started.

"You are?"

"No. 76, don't ask any more questions."

Zhang Aiguo thought to himself, the surname Wu seems to have never been used, how could it be possible.

"Brother, my last name is Lin. By the way, are you seeking wealth? If you are seeking wealth, that's easy. Spending money will ward off disasters."

"Ah, you are still an understanding person."

"Brothers are looking for food. As the saying goes, all the outlaws in the world are one family. Both sides are looking for money."

The reason for the establishment of the infamous No. 76 was due to the Japanese policy of using the Chinese to control the Chinese. The assassination of Japanese traitors by the Military Intelligence Bureau and the Central Intelligence Bureau lurking in the concessions brought troubles and casualties to the Japanese.

The large number of dispatched personnel who were lurking in the concessions were safe and sound because they were protected by the British, American and French forces and the Japanese could not get in.

However, any organization will eventually evolve into one that seeks money as its main purpose, and will be most ruthless when it comes to targeting its own people.

More than 1000 terrorist incidents occur every year. It is a living hell that is so terrifying that it is said that if a mosquito flies in, it will be torn into eight pieces.

The four people were very dissatisfied when they saw that Zhang Aiguo had the courage to speak, his voice did not tremble, and his body did not shake.

They looked at each other and wanted to teach each other a lesson.