I want to be a good person

"Which brother wants to make a bet?"

"You, you, or you?"

What a joke. Someone whose ancestors don't even recognize him has nothing but a worthless life. If he had any backbone, he would have died a long time ago.

The muzzle of the gun was pushed forward, directly to the eye.

"Come on, try not to see the bullet?"

"thump"

The traitor knelt down, scared?

Do I still need to kowtow?

Carrying a crossbow on the back.

Zhang Aiguo leaned back and created some space.

Distance produces beauty.

The survival and fighting skills of the thugs are very insidious. If they come at you with a few hits, you really won't be able to resist them.

"There are bullets in the gun, the magazine is full, plenty of it."

"Who else wants to try?"

"I only want money, not life."

A sarcastic sneer, your life is your own, never a joke.

"Come on, take off your belt and tie it on. It's your turn."

The kneeling traitor stood up angrily.

It was difficult to pull the cold weapon out from my leg and put it back without anyone noticing.

"bang"

A willow-leaf dart lay on the table, its blade sharp and blue, coated with poison, and its handle wrapped in grey linen.

It is obvious that they cannot hide, and there are many bachelors who look like scoundrels who are ready to be killed or tortured.

"You have a lot of ideas. It's you."

The left forearm is not tied to the right back arm, and a belt is used to go around the neck and fix it on the shoulder.

"Push it as hard as you can. Don't leave any room for it."

Reverse joint binding, awkward.

The hands are two doors, and you rely entirely on your feet to hit people.

The door was removed, the middle door opened wide, and one entered the room.

"Where's the money?"

"The money was just taken away by the Fourth Master today, and the new goods have not been sold yet."

"Snapped"

Blood flowed from the corners of his mouth with great force.

"you say?"

Hesitate.

"Snapped"

Suddenly, thunder rumbled in the sky.

"It seems like you can't escape this disaster. It makes me feel very embarrassed."

Zhang Aiguo picked up the willow leaf dart and smelled an indescribable smell, so he subconsciously wanted to smell it.

I just took off a corner of the mask and got closer, and something was wrong. I felt dizzy and almost got tricked. What a jerk.

Traditional Chinese medicine is profound and extensive, but it has its own unique secrets that are unknown to the public.

A hint of disappointment flashed across the eyes of the dart's owner.

"呲"

A small bite and red appeared.

"Is it itchy?"

"Will it be numb?"

Since you value money more than your life, first pull gently on the leading finger.

How is it possible to take it with bare hands?

Mask, gloves, motorcycle helmet.

There is a scar as big as a bowl on the head. Killing someone with a blunt knife is the most painful and psychological torture.

"Is there an antidote?"

"no"

The traitor smiled bitterly. The means to save his life is either you die or I die. Who would go to the trouble of getting an antidote? Besides, it was not passed down from ancestors.

It is true that each generation of Chinese medicine is getting worse than the previous one, and the effects are slow to show. It is not that they are deliberately trying to make money, but the decline is more due to the fact that people’s hearts are no longer as good as they used to be.

"If you don't give me face, then we can't have a good ending. Just wait and see."

"I am a kind person. Come, come. I cannot stand the sight of blood."

The traitors cursed in their hearts, thinking that everyone else was a fool. This was a skilled tactic.

He pulled out a few grenades from his crotch and made them into booby traps.

"Come on, everyone has a safe journey and a bright future ahead of them."

The small hammer hit the back of the head, and the repair shop became quiet.

3000 yuan, 25 yuan of Central Bank notes, 10 small yellow croakers, guns and auto repair tools and accessories were found.

Zhang Aiguo looked at the repair shop again. It was completely bare. Everything that could be collected had been collected. There was not even a scallion left in the kitchen.

The mattresses and quilts in the dormitory are still there, which is a bit disdainful.

What was left behind was the heart-shaped booby trap of the grenade.

After the dog skin was peeled, the meat was stewed into pieces and blanched in water.

"buzzing"

As the night fell, the motorcycle merged into the flow of mixed vehicles.

I can’t sleep tonight and I want to be a person who doesn’t go home.

Brothels, casinos, and opium dens were crowded with people, living a life of decadence and extravagance.

"Night Shanghai, Night Shanghai, you are a city that never sleeps."

The dance continues, the horse continues to run, and the money and beauty continue to be enjoyed.

Getting back to the old business and starting from cleaning up the sins, no one can go against Xiao Qianqian.

I haven't practiced my skills for a long time, so my hands are a little rusty, and I never thought that I would go back to my old ways one day.

Going round and round, I still end up back where I started.

Fighting and killing, one man’s war of resistance.

Spy?

There aren't so many things to do and intelligence theft to follow up. War is not about fighting every day, it's more about stalemate.

In public security battles, counter-mopping-up operations, and slightly larger engagements, the Japanese would send out soldiers and traitors in disguise to conduct reconnaissance in advance. They could not even be relied upon for tactical battles, and the intelligence was more about obtaining strategic intentions or tactical trends.

If the soldiers and horses are not moving, the grain and grass will go first.

Doesn’t the National Army know where its troops are heading?

The main thing is to know what can be done.

The Communists were unable to defeat the enemy, not because the soldiers were not brave or willing to die, but because there was a generation gap in their weapons and equipment, and too many elite troops were lost in the early stages of the frontal battlefield.

It is the top management who are pulling the plug because they have mastered the only secret to making money from power.

The layout comes first. If ordinary people want to drink some soup, they can only plop it into the water and boil it into a pot of tonic soup.

Countless anti-Japanese martyrs fought bravely on the front battlefield, using their flesh and blood to fight against the Japanese invaders and hold back the Japanese elite divisions...

Don’t forget the well digger when you are drinking water!

Who would have thought that all the wells would be filled up, and a new stove would be built and deeper pits would be dug.

The motorcycle stopped and a kid came up to it with his butt trembling and bowed.

"Good evening, sir. Welcome to Xiangtai Hall. I wish you great luck and prosperity."

With a wave of his hand, a 10-yuan Central Bank note was slapped on the boy.

"Watch out, car, or I'll break your legs."

The arrogant and domineering, ugly face of a nouveau riche.

This time, I decided to do a robbery with technical skills.

"Sir, please come with me."

"lead the way."

There's a spring vibe behind the curtains, but the smell in the enclosed space is unpleasant.

"puff"

Exhaling a puff of smoke contributes to the deterioration of the environment. A real man will never breathe secondhand smoke.

"Excuse me, do you accept Central Bank notes?"

"Of course."

"How much do you want to exchange, sir?"

Put the small box on the table.

"All."

Paper money comes in both small and large amounts, and subsidiary coins are still made of paper. No precious metals are used at all. The Japanese devils have always had bad intentions.

Didn’t the Wang Puppet Government know?

Not necessarily. Private transactions use gold and silver, and only the leeks use paper money.

When the Central Bank Notes were first issued, they did not go smoothly in Shanghai. The public, merchants and banks did not accept them, and all walks of life boycotted them. Even prostitutes refused to accept them.

As a lackey, one must have a high level of ideological awareness.

"Some money."

A small box of Central Bank notes, plus other spoils seized by Zhang Aiguo, amounted to a considerable amount.

The accountant looked embarrassed, glanced around for help, and froze in place.

"What's wrong? You won't accept the currency issued by the government? How embarrassing for Wang Zhuxi."

The full name of No. 76 is the Special Agent Headquarters of the Special Affairs Committee of the Central Executive Committee of the Kuomintang. Although it was set up by the Japanese, it nominally belonged to the Wang Puppet Government.

"Boom, bang."

His hands slapped the table several times, making a loud noise.

This alarmed some people, and three ferocious-looking men came over.

The woman stepped forward and whispered a few words.

After a while, a leader came over.

"Real money?"

"Really? I've checked it."

"receive."

If you don't collect it and he doesn't collect it, who will collect something like waste paper?

It's time to show loyalty to the master and set an example.