Zhou Weiguo smiled and stretched out his hand in his direction, pointing at the face he thought was handsome: "Because, I did all this."
Nakamura suddenly thought and touched his waist unnaturally.
When Xiao Ya saw this and was about to take action, Zhou Weiguo raised his hand slightly: "No, he is just a businessman and is not qualified to wear a pistol."
He definitely has a pistol, but it's not on him, but in his drawer.
Seeing that Liu San had broken the deal, he went upstairs alone and pulled Nakamura's children down in a moment.
"There is a gun in the drawer, and it's a Browning." Liu San threw the gun on the floor of the living room, and casually threw the gun to Zhou Weiguo.
Nanfang's pistol jammed when he committed suicide. It seemed that Nakamura was deeply touched. Zhou Weiguo played with the Browning for a moment and took out the magazine. The bullets inside were full.
The corners of his mouth turned upward slightly.
"You committed suicide."
What the hell, who was so full that he wanted to die and even committed suicide?
Can this person speak?
"You're cursing me."
Curse?
Zhou Weiguo smiled even louder: "You are really smart and don't support domestic production."
Nakamura was speechless, why should he use a domestic pistol when he was using one? As the person in front of him said, the Empire's domestic products are really not that good. They jam easily and are very difficult to maintain. But this Browning is different.
Easy to jam and easy to carry.
How could this person know so much about firearms?
Nakamura looked again with a slightly mocking look: "Who are you, and why are you so familiar with firearms?"
Wow...
The bolt was pulled back slightly and made a crisp sound.
Then, the muzzle of the gun slowly moved, first aimed at Nakamura, and finally turned to his wife's forehead and then to his son.
With a weapon in hand, the greatest deterrent is not to pull the trigger.
"I heard that you received Ichiro Taniju."
They came here for this matter. Nakamura frowned slightly and understood the purpose of these people coming.
"Yes, I can call him."
Since he is here for Gu Shou, Nakamura naturally understands that if he wants his family to survive, the best way is to call him over. Otherwise, his family will be ruined because of this incident, and the whole family will be intact.
Let's all go report below.
Damn Gu Shou, I shouldn't have received you, and now you have caused such a big trouble for me. Damn it, why didn't this man in front of you dig up your ancestral graves cleanly?
Zhou Weiguo smiled faintly and put the gun back; "Yes, he is a smart person. I like to make friends, but I also don't like betrayal by my friends."
He lay back slightly and looked at the relatively soft ceiling; "Betrayal is not as simple as a living person being uncomfortable."
What does this mean?
Does he still want to dig up his ancestral grave?
What a joke, does he know where his home is?
"You are threatening me. Am I someone who is easily threatened?"
Threat?
Zhou Weiguo smiled faintly: "Have you ever heard of military command?"
Jinling Japanese Military Police South Headquarters.
Tani Juichiro looked at the two second lieutenants standing below with a cold face.
The two lieutenants' faces turned blue-black due to their calm demeanor.
"You trash, get out of here." Tani Juichiro's words popped out from between his teeth, causing the two subordinates to walk out of the room as if they had been granted amnesty.
What a waste.
It has been so long, but there is still no information about the enemy. What kind of things are the empire raising?
The pale-faced and slightly chubby Tani Juichiro, who had regained some of his color, sat on the chair dejectedly.
This time, great changes occurred in the family. The cousin was gone, and so was the cousin-in-law. The death of the two was actually not a big deal, and I would not shed a single tear for them.
But this is related to my own future. If I want to move forward faster, if I have an uncle to support me, I will definitely be successful.
Therefore, he swore in front of his uncle and the family who had dug a big hole that he would bring back the heads of these bastards.
His uncle used all his connections and finally found some clues. This special agent team seemed to have appeared in a family friendly to the empire in the Tongshan area, and also left behind a bloody leopard head.
According to speculation, this special agent team should be one of several central military units capable of fighting and carrying in the first theater at that time. Now these troops have gone south to set up defenses around Wuhan. After landing in Shanghai, he came directly to Jinling and asked
Special agents immediately investigated.
However, after so many days, there is still no reason why. How can this make him not angry?
The closed door was slightly pushed open, and Adjutant Fujita came to him in a few steps; "Your Excellency, Major, Nakamura has arranged a dinner at home, and I would like to ask Your Majesty, Major, if you have time to go there today."
"You know how to eat what you eat. The soldiers of the empire were corrupted by these people with ulterior motives. Tell them that they have no time." Tani Juichiro responded coldly.
Fujita frowned slightly and thought to himself, this shouldn't be said nonsense. After all, favors are exchanged from top to bottom. If someone with ulterior motives hears this, I'm afraid none of the majors in front of him will be good.
"Your Excellency, Major, Nakamura's personal connections over the years are probably stronger than we imagined. Perhaps, we can get unexpected gains from them."
A disguised reminder, Rangu Juichiro's dissatisfied face recovered a little and softened his tone: "I know, I will go there in the evening."
It's good to come.
Listening to Nakamura's cautious and flattering report.
Zhou Weiguo pointed to the sofa next to him and smiled like his master.
This smile was so deceitful that at least Nakamura felt some chills on his back. He was also a soldier and had seen many people's cunning smiles, and even laughed cunningly himself.
But this kind of confident smile that teased the prey made him feel unnatural.
"I feel like I'm letting you wash me off?" Nakamura asked, the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.
Yeah?
Zhou Weiguo played with Browning in his hand and smiled lightly: "How could you think that I would wash my friends? I never wash my friends unless I can't help it."
idiot.
Nakamura was so aggrieved that he almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
Unless you can't help it?
Why don't you talk nonsense? You can't help it. It's not you who has the final say, and it's not me who has the final say.
If you can't hold it back, if you can't hold it back, I will be in bad luck.
"Is this your attitude towards your friends?" Nakamura gritted his steel teeth and looked at Zhou Weiguo across from him. He swore that if that bitch hadn't been playing with the pistol that originally belonged to him, he would definitely go up and die with him.
Zhou Weiguo glanced at him sideways, held the rotating pistol in his hand and continued to play with it, saying calmly, "Don't you think that the issue you are considering now is in the wrong direction?"
