Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

That night.

The autumn night in Jiulonghai was filled with the smell of gunpowder, damp and depressing.

Outside the wall of the residence at 82 Parker Road, three dark shadows leaped in like ghosts.

This was the thirteenth time that the Iron-Blooded Anti-Traitor Corps had carried out an anti-traitor mission. Their target was Ding Moqun, director of the Third Department, the executioner who had caused the blood of countless anti-Japanese patriots to shed.

The mansion was eerily quiet, with only the ticking of the old-fashioned clock as the sound.

Wang Mazi took out his pocket watch. It was 2:17 in the morning, the day when Ding Moqun's mistress returned to her parents' home.

The three of them groped their way towards the master bedroom, and Wang Yaqiao's palms were sweaty as he held the Browning pistol.

Pushing open the half-open carved wooden door, the musty smell mixed with the scent of opium smoke hit me in the face. In the moonlight, the outline of a bulging human figure on the bed was clearly visible.

"You traitor dog, give me your life!" Li San pulled the trigger first, and the bullet penetrated the bedding with a dull sound.

Wang Yaqiao rushed forward and lifted the quilt, only to feel a cold pillow - there was no one in the quilt, but two pillows stuffed in it.

After assassinating the soldier on duty, Wang Yaqiao suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck and shouted, "Retreat! We've been tricked!"

A gunshot rang out, and the carved glass in the bathroom shattered.

Ding Mocun rushed out, Mauser pistol in hand, his eyes flashing with a sinister light behind his lenses: "I knew you Communist bandits wouldn't give up."

Wang Yaqiao dodged the bullet by leaning sideways, but saw blood splattering on Wang Mazi's back as he staggered and knocked over the dressing table.

Li San's bullet flew past Ding Moqun's ear, but he was shot dead on the spot by the guards who arrived later.

Wang Yaqiao leaned his back against the cold wall, listening to the footsteps getting closer and closer.

He remembered the photo that the liaison officer handed him when they met in the tavern three days ago - Ding Moqun was standing on the execution ground with a grin on his face, with his comrades who had been tortured beyond recognition at his feet.

At this moment, Wang Yaqiao took a breath and thought: Oh no, the mission to eliminate traitors must have been leaked.

"Bang! Bang!"

Wang Yaqiao was shot twice in the abdomen and fell in a pool of blood, his body twitching and spitting blood.

This time the mission to eliminate traitors failed.

Ding Moqun first kicked the gun out of Wang Yaqiao's hand, and then crushed his shiny leather shoes hard on his bloody face. The leather texture left hideous blood marks on his cheekbones.

Ding Mocun shook the smoking muzzle of his gun, a fierce gleam flashing in his eyes behind the lenses: "Damn it, you're still trying to assassinate me again, no way, I'm still alive!"

"Tell me, tell me the mastermind and accomplices behind the scenes, and I will spare your life." Ding Moqun used threats and inducements to interrogate him on the spot.

Wang Yaqiao was dragged up by his hair, blood foam oozing from the corners of his mouth. He gritted his teeth and replied, "Kill me if you dare. In eighteen years, you'll be a hero again."

Before he could finish his words, Ding Moqun suddenly smashed the butt of his gun into Wang Yaqiao's collarbone. A muffled sound mixed with the sound of bones breaking exploded in the silent room.

The intense pain caused Wang Yaqiao's eyes to explode with white light. Cold sweat and blood had soaked through his clothes. The sobs in his throat turned into a broken laugh: "You traitor dog, you shall not die well..."

"Shut up!" Ding Mocun's temples, veins throbbing, pressed the muzzle of his gun against Wang Yaqiao's brow and sternly shouted, "Three seconds left! If you don't speak, I'll shoot you dead."

Wang Yaqiao replied with a fearless attitude: "Even if I die, I will never betray my brothers."

After hearing this, Ding Moqun became furious and pulled the trigger with his fingers tightly gripping the pistol.

"boom!"

Blood splattered on the carved wallpaper, but the person lying on the ground was not Wang Yaqiao.

Ding Moqun's head exploded like a rotten watermelon, and warm brain matter and blood splattered all over Wang Yaqiao's face.

Ding Moqun's body twitched and fell to the ground. Wang Yaqiao vaguely saw a black shadow passing by the windowsill like a ghost in the moonlight.

Before more than a dozen guards could react, blood spurted from their brows and they collapsed into the mud without even having time to raise their guns.

"Comrade, comrade, are you okay?" Lin Lang's voice pierced the chaos.

Lin Lang arrived in time and rushed over, stepping on the corpses on the ground. He checked Wang Yaqiao's injuries immediately, his eyes full of concern.

"Seeing the dog traitor Ding Mocun dead, the mission of eliminating the traitor was successful, and I can die without regrets."

Lin Lang hurriedly used the [Healing Hands] skill and pressed his palm, which was emitting a soft glow, on Wang Yaqiao's gunshot wound.

Lin Lang first used his mind power to remove the bullet that had been shot into Wang Yaqiao's body. Then he saw the charred bullet holes on his body healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the broken bones were reconnected with a slight crisp sound.

The place where Wang Yaqiao was shot in the abdomen miraculously became intact. He looked up and met Lin Lang's eyes as dark as the night. There was a chilling murderous intent in those eyes, but when he met his gaze, it turned into the respect of a hero appreciating another hero.

"Comrade, I have cured your gunshot wound. Unfortunately, the other two comrades have died and I have no way to save them." Lin Lang helped Wang Yaqiao stand up, his tone very heavy.

Wang Yaqiao looked tearfully at the bodies of the two assassination squad members and said with a resolute gaze, "We in the Iron-Blooded Anti-Traitor Regiment are not afraid of sacrifice. Even if it means sacrificing our lives, it's worth it to eliminate these traitors and prevent more comrades and compatriots from being persecuted by them."

Lin Lang took out a bulletproof vest from his personal space and handed it to Wang Yaqiao, saying earnestly, "Comrade, this is a bulletproof vest. Wear it when you carry out anti-traitor missions in the future. It may save your life at a critical moment."

Wang Yaqiao took the bulletproof vest with trembling hands and said with emotion, "Thank you! I can never repay you for saving my life. My name is Wang Yaqiao, courtesy name Jiuguang, and I am the leader of the Iron-Blooded Traitor-Slaying Corps. May I ask your name?"

Lin Lang was secretly shocked after hearing this. He never expected that the elegant and handsome man in front of him was Wang Yaqiao, the "No. 1 Killer of the Republic of China" who was famous on the beach and was also the real leader of the Axe Gang in history.

Even Chiang Kai-shek offered a reward of one million gold to take Wang Yaqiao's life because this man had planned to assassinate Chiang Kai-shek five times.

After reading it, Lin Lang replied word by word: "The name is not important."

"In these times when our country is in danger, there are many people who want to protect this land. You, me, and the comrades who just sacrificed their lives, we only did what we should do." Lin Lang's tone carried a tacit understanding of fellow travelers.

Wang Yaqiao patted Lin Lang's shoulder, his strength light but filled with trust. "Well said! Our paths may seem different, but we all share a heart that is determined to protect our country to the death."

After hearing this, Lin Lang said sternly, "Those who want to protect this land are never alone. It's like the lights in this house. When one goes out, another one will always light up."

Wang Yaqiao bowed and said, "I cannot thank you enough for your kindness. If you need me in the future, please feel free to ask the brothers of the Axe Gang to pass on a message to me. I will do my best to help you."

Lin Lang raised his hand to support her, a gentle yet resolute smile in his eyes. "Captain Wang, you're too kind. You and I are on the same path. Protecting this land and its people is what we should do. How can we talk about 'repaying'?"

Wang Yaqiao looked at Lin Lang gratefully, and said with awe, "Mountains and rivers bring us together. Let this farewell be considered a journey towards the day when we will all return together. Keep this in mind for now. See you again, benefactor!"

"Goodbye, brother. Take care." Lin Lang said nothing more. He turned and walked towards the door. His back was stretched out in the moonlight, like a sword about to be unsheathed.

Wang Yaqiao looked at Lin Lang's disappearing back, clenched the bulletproof vest in his hand, felt the mutual warmth among people with similar aspirations, and suddenly felt that the wind at night didn't seem so cold anymore.

In this chaotic world, there are not many people who can be looked up to by Wang Yaqiao, the number one killer in the Republic of China.

At this moment, he admired Lin Lang from the bottom of his heart!

Lin Lang quietly left the residence at 82 Parker Road. He did not immediately assassinate the next traitor target, Liang Hongzhi. Instead, he followed the system's prompts and used the wall-penetrating technique to sneak into a woman's residence.

Lin Lang, in stealth form, walked into the master bedroom with a gun. Through his night vision glasses, he could clearly see the woman sleeping on the bed. She was quite pretty.

The woman's name was Yu Wanjun, and she was the concubine of Yu Liqiu, a member of the Iron-Blooded Anti-Traitor Group.

Yu Liqiu was a loyal younger brother of Wang Yaqiao.

Wang Yaqiao, the once powerful leader of the Axe Gang, ultimately fell for the beauty that befell him and he was defeated by his brother's woman Yu Wanjun. He was eventually killed in a trap set by Yu Wanjun and died at the hands of spies.

Lin Lang himself is a scumbag and ignored the rumors that Wang Yaqiao had an affair with his brother's wife.

And he, Wang Yaqiao, the number one killer in the Republic of China, eventually died tragically at the hands of a woman, which is a pity.

What does Brother Lang want to do?

Did he want to kill Yu Wanjun while she was sleeping to prolong the life of the anti-Japanese patriot Wang Yaqiao?

After much hesitation, Lin Lang still couldn't pull the trigger of the gun at a sleeping woman.

Finally, Lin Lang snapped his fingers and summoned a clone.

The clone immediately used the skill of [Space-Time Mass Transmission] and took Yu Wanjun to the northwest in 1959, the first year of the three-year natural disaster.

Lin Lang is really bad. He sent Yu Wanjun, who lived a life of luxury during the Republic of China, to a time of famine to suffer. He is really the worst.

After Yu Wanjun woke up, she found herself out of nowhere in a poor and remote valley. There must have been ten thousand alpaca horses galloping through her heart, and she couldn't help cursing.

When Yu Wanjun learned from the simple villagers that this was the northwest in 1959, she felt like the sky had fallen.

Fortunately, when she had nowhere to go, the kind-hearted herdsman Aunt Li discovered the beautiful Yu Wanjun in time.

"Auntie, could you please find me a place to eat?"

Aunt Li readily agreed and replied with a smile, "Yes, yes, yes, come with me, young lady."

Aunt Li brought Yu Wanjun to a dilapidated earthen house. The first thing she said when she knocked on the door and walked into the house was, "Old Xu, do you want a wife?"

"If you want a wife, I can send you a beautiful girl right now."

Old Xu, with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, looked completely bewildered...

Lin Lang, the invisible clone, couldn't help but smile mischievously when he saw this scene. Then, having completed his mission, he was summoned by the system and disappeared into the poor and famine era.