Bi Gong and Bi Jing looked at Yu Shutong quietly, like two very patient fishermen, guarding their fishing rods.
"I hand him over, and you guarantee the safety of those two people in Peiping?"
Bi Gong nodded: "Stop talking nonsense and tell me quickly, where is the traffic officer?"
"It was in the Japanese food warehouse that he was shot in the leg and bleeding. I hid him in the cold storage and prepared to find a black market doctor to save him."
Bi Gong laughed and said: "Okay, okay, you can't find anything even if you wear iron shoes, it takes no effort to get here. Yu Shutong, you are so brave and careful, risking being hunted by the Sharpshooter Club, and intercepting Zhaoyuan
The traffic officer who came here has his own way, he really has his own way!"
Bi Jing remained motionless, as if an old monk had fallen into trance.
"Second brother, what are we waiting for?"
"Waiting for the people of the Gunslingers Association, they have already issued a red death order. Yu Shutong has rebelled against the country and surrendered to the Japanese. All heroes in the world will kill him. We have been entangled here for so long. If they know the news, they will definitely send someone over.
"
"Yeah, then what are we waiting for? The wind is blowing, can't we?"
Bi Jing looked at Yu Shutong and then at Chen Baoxiang.
"Boss Chen, give me another pot of tea, good tea."
He took out a piece of ocean and placed it next to the stove.
Chen Baoxiang silently opened the drawer, took out a small bag of jasmine tea from that year, cleaned the teapot, and made tea again.
"Boss Chen, are you afraid?"
Chen Baoxiang didn't know how to respond, so he could only stand aside with a smile on his face.
"The people from the Sharpshooter Club say that anyone who hides Yu Shutong will kill his whole family... When ordinary people hear this, they will be scared to death, but you didn't do anything and still hid Yu Shutong in the woodshed. This is
what is going on?"
"He has a gun."
Chen Baoxiang's answer is simple and practical.
"Okay, you are such a happy person!"
Bi Jing crossed his legs, tilted his head, and looked at Chen Baoxiang.
At this moment, Chen Baoxiang remembered the feeling of being stared at by a five-step snake by the pond when he was seven or eight years old.
The five-step snake is extremely venomous, and if it bites a person, it will kill him within five steps.
Bi Jing is a human being, but the things he has done would make even a poisonous snake feel ashamed.
"It's not easy to live well in Jinan now. The people of the Sharpshooter Club are indiscriminate and kill the whole family while hiding in a book boy. It's really too much. Boss Chen, thank you for this pot of good tea. I can't repay you, so I'll help you."
How about you kill all the members of the Gunslingers Club and keep your whole family safe?"
Chen Baoxiang was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile.
He didn't want to be an enemy of the Gunslingers Association, and he didn't want the rice shop to turn into a river of blood.
Of course, Bi Jing's statement is very reasonable. The magic gun will clean up the house and kill the traitors, which will definitely turn the city of Jinan upside down.
On the surface, Bi Jing meant to eliminate harm for the people, but in reality, he meant to eliminate the weeds and root causes.
If someone from the Gunslingers Club comes over, the two killers will indeed have nothing to fear if they join forces.
"Second brother, we have trouble with the sharpshooter. Is it necessary?"
Bi Gong frowned and stared at Yu Shutong.
Yu Shutong looked at the door with blank eyes.
"Of course it is necessary. Since the old commander left, the young commander has been unable to control them. Many of the things he has done are really against the rules. Brother, what do you think?"
Bi Gong laughed twice: "Yes, yes, when the old commander sent people to form the Sharpshooter Club, we also contributed a lot. If the old commander is still alive, the two of us will be in charge of the Sharpshooter Club.
It won’t be such a mess anymore.”
Yu Shutong suddenly let out a long sigh and lowered his head deeply.
He has now taken refuge with the Japanese, and personally handed over the traffic officer from Zhaoyuan to Bi Gong. Bi Jing has committed countless crimes.
If you see the old handsome man under Jiuquan, you will certainly be ashamed.
"When I was a kid, I planted a vegetable patch, but there were too many weeds and I couldn't clean them up. Brother, do you still remember how I dealt with them?"
"You even plowed down all the grass and vegetables, plowed the soil again, and planted sorghum."
"Hehehehe, that's right. Since you don't obey the command, it's better to start over. If you can't grow vegetables, just plant sorghum. If the magic gun doesn't obey the command, it will kill all the people and replace all the fourteen heads. The brand is still the same.
That sign, but the people have been changed, and they have all been replaced by obedient people. The old coach Quanxia Youzhi should have raised his thumb and said-'Bi Gong, Bi Jing, you two are really good guys I cultivated!'
Hahahaha, hahahaha..."
Laughter burst out from his throat, but his facial features remained motionless, like a zombie returning to life.
"Okay, second brother, but our target is the traffic officer. Peking is waiting for us to reply. Is it worth wasting too much time on the Sharpshooter Club?"
"It's worth it, it's worth it, it's worth it. Both the Sharpshooter Club and the Eighth Front Army want to find the traffic officer. Let's take down the Sharpshooter Club, kill the people of the Eighth Front Army, and give an explanation to the Peiping Military Headquarters."
Bi Gong exclaimed in surprise: "That would be great. If the four assassins of the Eighth Front Army are eliminated in one fell swoop, the medal of 'Flower of the Empire' will belong to you and me."
As Chen Baoxiang listened to the conversation between the two killers, his heart gradually became filled with despair.
No matter how strong the Divine Spear Club is, he is still a respectful and respectful young man in the world.
When the two sides faced off against the enemy, the sharpshooter would have no chance of winning, because Bi Gong and Bi Jing were standing behind the Japanese military headquarters.
When they gave the order, all the Japanese soldiers in Jinan City would gather here and form an iron barrel formation.
"This family is finished."
Chen Baoxiang's head was buzzing, but there was nothing he could do.
"Yu Shutong, when will your people arrive? How many of them are in Jinan right now?"
Bi Gong's attitude was very arrogant and he didn't take Yu Shutong seriously at all.
Yu Shutong shook his head and did not answer.
"You're such a useless guy. The Japanese are interested in you because you can provide information about the Gunslingers Club. When you get a little setback, you become dejected. It's really not like a man. Don't you like Luo Hongying? Kill all the other members of the Gunslingers Club.
Man, Luo Hongying is yours! As a woman, who is not the same as me?"
Bi Gong's words stung Yu Shutong's pain.
He likes Luo Hongying, which is a person's greatest privacy. It's damning for others to talk about Luo Hongying in this tone.
"Kaba, kaba" came two sounds, and Bi Gong immediately looked towards the top of the beam.
This sound is caused when a night walker steps on the roof and accidentally breaks two small tiles.
If it were a civet cat or Wong Tai Sin, it would definitely not cause such a big noise.
"Things that don't know whether to live or die——"
Bi Gong smiled, but did not issue an order to direct the actions of the people outside.
"Boss Chen, we are hungry, can we have some midnight snack?"
Bi Jing's words and actions are always inconsistent with common sense.
At this moment, the war was about to begin, but he wanted to eat, leaving everyone stunned.
"There is only a handful of meat and all the rice is sold out."
"Go out and call the wonton seller over."
"How many bowls do you want?"
"Call me here and let's talk. Ten bowls, twenty bowls... not necessarily. If you want to kill people, you have to let them eat their heads and go on the road. What do you think?"
Chen Baoxiang didn't dare to say a word, lowered his head and went out.
It's freezing outside and there aren't many people walking around.
Before the Japanese entered Jinan City, at night, there were many people selling wontons on burdens.
Walking through the streets, banging on the pole, eating hot wontons on the stove, is a special feature of Jinan city.
Chen Baoxiang walked west for a while and found a wonton seller at the corner of Xigendao Street. He took him back and carried the load directly into the house.
"Long Qianli, Zhao Wuji, Ben Leihu..."
Bi Jing read three names and pointed to the wonton seller: "Three bowls."
Chen Baoxiang shuddered. The two killers were indeed arrogant. They decided the life and death of the heroes of the Gunslingers Association while talking and laughing.
"Okay, three bowls of scallion and meat wontons..."
Chen Baoxiang stood aside blankly, not knowing how to resolve the situation.
In front of Bi Gong and Bi Jing, no one has the qualification to speak.
Soon, the wontons came out of the pot and were placed in a bowl with sesame oil dripping on them. They were steaming hot and filled with aroma.
"The wontons are ready and people are coming soon."
Bi Jing looked outside the door, and Bi Gong looked at the curtain leading to the backyard.
For a moment, the rice shop became silent, except for the low popping sound of the charcoal burning in the stove.
There were rapid footsteps outside, and a man in black broke in and reported in a low voice: "There was a thief at the inn, and all the luggage is gone."
Just as he finished speaking, a second man in black rushed in: "Two gentlemen, the military department has recruited thieves. The two big boxes are gone, and the gold bars are gone..."
"ah?"
Bi Gong jumped up and pointed at the messenger.
Blessings come in pairs, and misfortunes never come alone.
This time, there was a third person who reported the news, and the situation was even more tragic: "Two gentlemen, someone has taken the blame for our house in Peiping. Four madams, two young masters, and four young ladies are all missing.
"
Bi Gong's face became increasingly ugly, and he raised his hands high in the air, but did not dare to lower them, like a weird puppet.
The three messengers exited, and there was a sudden silence outside.
"Second brother, this is too strange. We are in Jinan, so it's just a plot. Over there in Peiping, there are more than 20 people looking after the home and the hospital. How come someone can take the blame quietly?"
Chen Baoxiang was relieved. At least he understood that the sharp gun would not die in vain, but planned accurately and step by step, first cutting off Bi Gong and Bi Jing's accomplices, and then holding their families hostage to make these two killers surrender.
"What they did was useless."
Bi Jing's attitude became more and more indifferent. He picked up the herbal tea on the table and drank it in one gulp.
"But the people are gone, the gold bars are gone, all the documents, letters of appointment, and traffic maps are gone..."
"Catch people and all these things will come back."
"Where can we arrest people? We are in Jinan, and they are plotting against us in Peiping... Damn it, the Japanese in Peiping are all shit eaters. Twenty or so people can't protect our family. How about the masters of the ninja family?
, they are all fucking cowards... The Japanese learned their martial arts from China, so they just know how to brag. Once they go to the battlefield, they are not as good as China's big swords..."
Bi Gong was so anxious that he was spinning around like he was sitting on pins and needles.
Bi Jing was as calm as a piece of ice, sitting there steadily all the time.
"What now? What to do? What to do?"
"wait."
Bi Jing only said one word, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
Only then did Chen Baoxiang realize that Bi Jing was indeed a fighting elite from competitions in various countries.