"Brother Zhang, Brother Zhang, how long have they been there?"
Brother Zhang raised his hand and glanced at his watch: "Seven minutes."
Zhang Yao nodded: "The Anti-Japanese dungeon is quite interesting, but those little Japanese are really weak. I think I can destroy them by myself."
"That's because the world you are in now has been upgraded to level five. You are a person in the fifth-level high-level martial arts world. If you look back at people in the low-level martial arts world, it feels like you are playing."
Dahuang squatted next to Brother Zhang, eating high-end canned cats, and said to Zhang Yao: "If you want to give it a try, ask him to throw you into the seventh-level force world to see and feel it?"
"Level 7? What is the concept?"
"The righteous gods are not as good as dogs. The main gods are running all over the place. Thirty million gods have to be careful every day to be killed by some suddenly awakened human boy." Dahuang said with a smile: "The world is still full of bugs, and the laws of physics have been destroyed.
Subversion, do you want to see it?"
"No." Zhang Yao waved her hands repeatedly: "It's scary to think about it, so how do you know so clearly?"
"I guessed it." Dahuang sat down and said, "But it should be about the same, right?"
Brother Zhang turned his head and glanced at Dahuang: "Well, almost. It will be very dangerous for you."
At this time, Dahuang suddenly jumped onto Brother Zhang's lap, carrying the fishy smell of canned tuna cat: "Let's go, take me to find these two bitches to play with."
"Are you very free?"
"There is no way." Dahuang sighed helplessly: "There are too many fans, and I can hide for a while. I did a live broadcast some time ago, and you don't even know what my private messages were like in the background. When I clicked on it, the screen was full.
The Gou Ba, it’s really disgusting.”
Brother Zhang laughed when he heard this. He sat on a small chair on the farm, looked up at the brilliant Milky Way in the sky, and had nothing else to say except a smile.
"By the way, I have to file a complaint. Those two guys over there spoiled things for people." Zhang Yao said with a smile: "They wrote letters to people everywhere saying that they would never come over. They spoiled things in advance and seriously affected the event.
Toward and in balance.”
"It doesn't matter." Brother Zhang didn't care: "As long as it's within the rules, it'll be fine as long as they don't use extradimensional abilities."
"Send me there quickly! Send me there quickly!" Dahuang sat on Brother Zhang's lap and rubbed his hands: "I'm going to fight Little Japan."
"You can't beat a little Japanese or an Egyptian cat like you. You're so excited."
"Stop talking nonsense, why are you everywhere?" Dahuang said with a dissatisfied look on his face: "I'm happy!"
Brother Zhang didn't say anything, he just picked up the back of Dahuang's neck and threw it forward. It disappeared with a whoosh before it even hit the ground.
"It's passed?" Zhang Yao looked stunned: "It's just passed?"
"Um."
Sure enough, with just a flash of light, Dahuang suddenly appeared in Xiaoma's canteen, not in the form of a cat but in the form of a human. At this moment, Yingsha was picking his feet over there and watching TV. He turned around when he heard the noise.
I found Dahuang getting up from the ground and patting his clothes.
"Look who is here."
Yingsha put down his foot and looked at Dahuang: "Isn't this my Huanghuang? Why don't you just be a marginal anchor and do it here?"
Dahuang's current human form is said to be the most beautiful in the world, but he must not say: "Male Gobi, let's go and fight the Japanese."
"Women are full of filthy words." Ying Shang pointed out the window: "We can't attack directly. I don't mind if you want to go out and beat me, but after the beating, you may not be able to come back."
Dahuang came to the window and looked at it: "I have experienced it."
After saying that, Dahuang sat down and started to talk about his past experience.
"About 1884, I wandered to Japan and was put on a warship as a warship cat. In 1903, I moved to North Korea and to Northeast China in 1930. I was reincarnated several times at that time. In 1936, I was taken to Peking.
I came to SH in 1940, Henan in 1956, and GZ in 1984, and I have been in GZ ever since."
After Dahuang finished speaking, he licked his lips: "I have experienced all the massacres and wars, so my impression of the Japanese is very low. I am very happy to fight the Japanese."
After speaking, Dahuang changed his form with a snap and turned into a cat: "How many years is it now?"
"February 1943, just after the New Year." Yingsha glanced at Dahuang and said, "What's wrong? This is not the same place as before. The situation is different."
"I know, you just revealed it to others." Dahuang chuckled: "Zhang Yao said it all."
"I just said she would file a complaint." Yingsha spat: "That bitch is really not a good person."
"I won't talk nonsense to you. I'm going to go for a walk." Dahuang tried to push the window: "Why can't it be opened?"
"What nonsense? How can you open the space-time gate? The person authorized here is the pony, and only the horse stepping on the flower can open it."
"Where are the others?"
"I went out to buy midnight snacks." Ying Shang yawned and said, "I'll be back in a minute."
Xiao Ma was slowly walking down the street carrying the food from the old SH. He could clearly feel that the atmosphere in SH Beach was very strange now. There was a feeling that a storm was coming everywhere, and many businesses had closed down.
, originally the streets were full of spies and gendarmes, but now they are full of gangsters. In this semi-anarchic stage, the underworld has obviously exerted its power and become the master of the lower world.
But it is obviously a joke to expect these people to do any good things. During this period, the people's lives are even more difficult than before. It is conservatively estimated that half of the ten households owe loan sharks, and SH Tan has been in trouble in the past few months.
The number of women who have slipped has tripled since 1941, so much so that one in every 15 women has slipped.
There are also opium dens. There are more than 300 opium dens in a small Japanese concession. Every day, people are lying inside and outside the opium dens. There are those who sold their wives and children just to smoke a cigarette.
He died of smoking in a opium den and was thrown on the roadside as garbage.
The entire SH is shrouded in the shadow of the underworld, Taoist society and other organizations. In addition, although the Japanese have begun to retreat to the northeast, their remaining power is still there, and their plundering behavior has become public. Although Japanese military police often committed robberies and rapes on the streets in the past.
J's incident, but the frequency and severity of it have increased exponentially during this period, and have even reached the point of home invasions and robberies in broad daylight.
"Hey, that red guy over there."
A few hooligan-like people shouted at Xiao Ma, and then strolled up to him. After looking him up and down, the leader smiled and said: "The wise ones will take out all the valuable things."
Come out before our brothers take action."
Xiaoma didn't even say a word. A soul-destroying nail was pierced into the gangster's heart. Then he turned around and three nails came out from his palm. Several gangsters fell to the ground almost at the same time.
, cut off the vitality.
And Xiao Ma didn't even take a glance at their corpses and walked slowly away. The number of dead people in this world is just like the number of dead dogs. The local policeman didn't bother to look for them early the next morning.
A few coolies dragged it out and threw it in a secluded place outside the city, and that was it. They didn't even bother to bury it.
This is not enough to describe the chaos and despair in SH now.
Xiao Ma passed by a few more intersections, and there were women standing under almost every intersection and doorway. Some of them were wearing fashionable cheongsams with permed waves and smoking cigarettes, and some were simple and unkempt, but they all had the same occupation and the price
They all have their own strengths and weaknesses, but without exception, they all need to sell their bodies in order to have something to eat tomorrow.
SH's currency system has almost collapsed. SH is now probably the only city in the world that can use the currencies of twenty countries and regions for transactions. One can imagine what their financial system has become now.
In just over a month, SH, which was at least superficially prosperous before, and where some people could drink coffee, has now completely exposed its underwear to the whole world.
In fact, in addition to bank runs, the main reason for the financial collapse was that rumors were spreading everywhere that the border area was about to invade. Those who spread messages used the most terrifying language to describe the tragic situation after the border area arrived. All kinds of rumors were flying all over the sky.
A large number of local middle-class people and businessmen fled, causing the entire market to shrink rapidly, which naturally formed a vicious cycle.
If nothing happens, by April at most, this financial center in the Far East will be in ruins, leaving only a mess in the border areas.
Xiao Ma slowly returned to the canteen. As soon as he entered the room, he found a familiar fat cat squatting on the table.
"Why are you here?"
"Come here and relax." Dahuang's tail swung back and forth: "I'm feeling stuck over there."
"Who has offended our Night Guardian?"
Dahuang lowered his head: "I did two live broadcasts on the platform, and the private messages backstage were all selfies Gouba showed me. He also asked me if I was old and if I wanted to do it."
Xiaoma and Yingsharen were almost laughing their heads off...
"Don't laugh! Damn it." Dahuang scolded: "When have I ever been wronged like this? I have to come over and beat the Japanese to relax."
"That's okay, but you can't fight the Japanese yourself, otherwise you might be stuck here and not be able to get back." Xiao Ma took apart the supper and started eating and drinking: "I can help you a little bit."
"A small favor?"
"Well, a little favor." Xiao Ma nodded seriously and said, "There should be a good show to watch tomorrow."
"What's the show?"
"You'll know tomorrow."
Early the next morning, Dahuang got up early and waited for the good show that Xiaoma mentioned last night.
"coming."
Yingsha shouted, and then both Xiao Ma and Dahuang came to Yingsha's tablet and looked at it carefully.
The first perspective of a person appears in the picture. This is none other than Comrade Xiao Hu.
His anti-traitor operation is about to begin. His goal is to kill the traitors first, then the traitors, and finally liquidate all the gangsters. Today is the day of his execution.
I saw that he first put on the tactical uniform, then adjusted the sniper rifle that he regarded as a treasure and put it back into the box. Then he carried his suitcase and walked out the door.
After going out, he drove around SH for a while. During this period, he met many people. Many of these people were Wang Puppet's spies. After meeting him, most of them seemed particularly polite and enthusiastic.
He paid a round of money and got a lot of words out of the mouths of these agents.
But he did not act directly, but after integrating all the information, he began to look for the right time, because these traitors probably knew that their lives would never be stable, so they were very cautious, and even if they wanted to kill them, they could only
There is an opportunity. If you miss it, they will hide somewhere. Once they leave SH, it will be very difficult to kill them again.
Xiao Hu is no longer the ignorant young man. He is the all-rounder of the powerful SH beach, the spiritual successor of Yuan Shu in SH, and the "Emei Peak" who has been paid 100,000 yuan by the Wang Puppet and the Japanese to put a bounty on his head.
”.
This name was given by his two masters, and it sounds pretty good.
In the evening, Hu Deyou climbed several times and reached the third floor of a small foreign-style building that had been hollowed out for a long time. From this angle, he could clearly see everything happening in the house 400 meters away.
His first target was the great traitor ***. After this person's rebellion, a total of 84 comrades on the SH underground front were arrested, which brought unprecedented obstacles to SH's underground work.
Because *** himself has a background in underground work, and even served as a training instructor in Yann. After the rebellion, he has been helping No. 76 to train agents, so he is considered a very senior intelligence officer. He has been targeted at least seven times before.
None of the assassinations were successful, which shows how strong his anti-reconnaissance capabilities are.
But Hu Deyou chose this most difficult traitor to attack. In fact, he wanted to announce the death of these people. He planned to kill these traitors one by one.
It was dusk now, and everything was deserted outside, but the traitor's family was sitting happily at the dinner table, being served by the old lady, eating meat for a long time, and even let his daughter play an impromptu piano song.
Today must be the birthday of someone in his family. Hu Deyou saw cakes and candles in his scope, and of course the dog's head that he was about to blow.
After debugging, loading, opening the safety, and placing his finger lightly on the trigger, although the sound was inaudible from a distance, Hu Deyou seemed to hear the beautiful music of the piano in his ears.
He took a deep breath and held his breath to steady his arms.
Just when the girl playing the piano stood up for the curtain call and the whole family started applauding, the bullet penetrated through the window and then penetrated through the ***'s left temple and blew most of his head away.
"Call it done." Hu Deyou calmly and slowly put away the sniper rifle and left the house slowly. After walking for twenty minutes, he got into his car and drove away.
There was nothing abnormal about his expression, heartbeat or even breathing. His psychological quality was simply that of a top-notch killer.
"Beautiful!" Yingsha nodded: "Okay, no one else has this kind of mental quality."