I want to be a good person

Zhang Aiguo saw people coming in and out carrying opium. It was obviously a temporary storage and transit station. Because it was chaotic here and the embassy area was a country within a country, they didn't care and were happy to keep black gloves here.

The Japanese used the combination of the three bodies to control weak-willed people and used the profits from opium to bribe guides. They were really vicious.

While the other party was bowing and straightening up, the dagger in his hand quickly pierced the other party's neck and pulled out directly. The other party only had time to cover the wound with his hand before falling to the ground. The Japanese were used to showing off their power. In their minds, the sick man of East Asia would not dare to resist and could be easily conquered.

Sneak attack is the mainstream method, which the despicable and shameless Japanese devils are best at.

"What's wrong with me?"

Someone behind him saw Zhang Aiguo's sudden attack and shouted.

Then he said: "...Hahaha"

Zhang Aiguo understood the tune, it was indeed Korean. The reason why he couldn't understand the language was mainly because the Korean love action movies were not as good as those of the Japanese, because the Japanese were completely perverted and the Koreans were psychologically twisted.

However, Zhang Aiguo had already run towards the accounting office and warehouse, putting on a green mask.

He raised the pistol and box gun in his hand.

"Hey, Temari."

A group of Japanese soldiers rushed out and the lobby began to become chaotic.

"Snapped"

One shot hit the other person's chest.

There were indeed ronin in the accounting office and warehouse, some of them were drawing their swords, some were pulling out their guns, and some were preparing to move their property.

"Bang~Pah"

Zhang Aiguo fired alternately with his two guns, using the pistol in his left hand to cover the ten-shot box pistol in his right hand. He quickly knocked down the four ghosts in front of him, collected the cash box and the bodies of the ghosts in the accounting office, and ran quickly to the warehouse.

There were five or six boxes of opium in the small warehouse inside, and someone was picking up the goods at the back door.

"Don't shoot, Tai-kun, I'm working for a friend."

The only response he got was a gunshot.

I thought it was just an internal fight among the Japanese.

The stolen goods and the means of transport parked outside were confiscated, including a double-wheeled rubber-wheeled carriage and a Japanese bicycle.

There were Japanese soldiers chasing him from the lobby. Zhang Aiguo fired a few shots inside to suppress them. He unscrewed the lid of a grenade, pulled the string slightly and threw it in.

He turned around, took out his bicycle, mounted it and pedaled hard. The bicycle rushed out, with only his left hand still holding the pistol.

Before the speed increased, Zhang Aiguo sensed the danger and hurriedly lay down on the handlebars. He heard the sound of cold wind and saw a hidden weapon flying past his body.

Then there was a loud shout, and a ronin jumped into the air and slashed over with a Japanese sword raised high.

Zhang Aiguo twisted his body and hit the opponent with the rifle in his left hand, eliminating the danger. He also fell to the ground with a bang, and the ground hurt him.

He got up from the ground, without any somersaults, but instead picked up the bicycle and got on it. However, the handlebars tilted into a straight line, parallel to the frame of the bicycle. He folded the bicycle and ran away. It was impossible to leave the city at this time as it had been closed for a long time.

He ran towards the First Hotel following the shadows, sensing the pursuers behind him as he ran.

The lights in the embassy area suddenly lit up, whistles blew loudly, and the Japanese began to gather together as if their camp had been blown up. The first thing they did was to control the city gates and then begin searching.

When the people heard the noise, the first thing they did was to check their own doors to see if they were fastened properly, and then prop them up with a wooden stick.

As for those who came out to watch the fun, their heads would have fallen off long ago. The consequences of bringing trouble upon themselves have made the people mind their own business and avoid getting involved if possible. They live their lives behind closed doors and don't care about others.

Dongjiaominxiang was about seven or eight miles away from Qianmen. There was no one catching up with him, so Zhang Aiguo took out his bicycle, straightened the handlebars, and continued to ride the bicycle faster.

Fifteen minutes later, Zhang Aiguo ran to the back of the First Hotel. He definitely could not enter through the main door as it would easily expose him. A search would prove to be a surefire way to find the person behind the door.

Zhao Xinyu heard the sound of gunfire outside while lying in bed. In the silent night, the bungalows were unobstructed and the sound traveled very quickly. Ever since Zhang Aiguo left, she had been worried and afraid that something might happen. Since their first meeting, she knew that he was not a man content with a stable life, but a man with a gun.

The room is at a corner, and leaving a retreat by stepping on the plate is the secret to success. There must be at least one retreat route.

Hearing the gentle, regular knocking sounds of two long and one short coming from the window, Zhao Xinyu got up, put on her coat, and opened the curtains. Tears suddenly streamed down Zhang Aiguo's face, and Zhang Aiguo quickly pointed to the side.

On the day of leaving, Zhang Aiguo told Zhao Xinyu that if something happened or there was a fire, they could open the window on the side of the corridor and use the torn sheets to make a rope to climb down, or they could climb up from here, so they had to close the windows and doors tightly. When he knocked on the door at night, he would use two long and one short ropes.

When Zhao Xinyu gently pushed open the window, a wooden ladder came up and Zhang Aiguo appeared on the window. He put away the ladder, gently wiped the marks on the window back and forth with a cloth, and then the two returned to the room.

Slowly closing the door, Zhao Xinyu hugged Zhang Aiguo tightly without daring to make a sound. Her silent tears wet her clothes, for she was afraid that if she let go, the other person would disappear.

Zhang Aiguo patted the other person's back, subconsciously comforting him. It is a happy thing to have someone care about you. As the saying goes, men don't shed tears easily. His eyes were filled with moisture.

"Okay, baby, I'm back, it's okay, I'll change my clothes first"

After saying that, he kissed the other person.

"Ah, why are your tears so salty?"

Seeing that Zhao Xinyu had not yet reacted to her emotions, he wiped away her tears with his tongue and kissed her deeply.

After a long time, the two separated.

“Is it a bit salty?”

"Hate"

After successfully diverting the other party's attention, Zhang Aiguo went to take a shower.

This time he washed himself very thoroughly from head to toe, and rechecked the traces from the window to the door, making sure there were no omissions before he fell into a deep sleep while hugging Zhao Xinyu.

It is a very pleasant thing to be able to sleep until you wake up naturally. You don’t have to rush to work, no need to rush to submit reports, and no need to worry about traffic jams. However, this only appears in books. 99.99% of people do not have the conditions and can only rush around and become a scenery in the eyes of others because of their different starting points.

The sky changed again, it was gloomy, just like the atmosphere in Peking city at the moment, so depressing that it seemed like it was about to drip with water.

The Japanese never admit to doing bad things and have a lot of excuses. They always stand on the commanding heights of morality and ethics. Even if it is fake, they are still justified. To be honest, they appeared earlier than temporary workers and can be regarded as an alternative to international standards in the previous life.

Looking at Zhao Xinyu in his arms, curled up like a cat, clinging tightly to him, this must be a sign of lack of security.

Perhaps what started as a physical partner will slowly turn into a spiritual partner.

Zhang Aiguo smiled and said, "I want to own a forest. For this, I am not afraid of hard work or fatigue. I will work hard."