Bi Gong sat in the shop the entire time and did not leave even after lunch.
Before I knew it, it was evening.
Chen Baoxiang changed him three pots of tea, but Bi Gong still had no intention of leaving.
Finally, when it was time to light the lamp, someone came quickly and reported to Bi Gong: "Second Master closed the net and harvested something. He will be here soon. Second Master said that the other party's hands and feet were very clean and did not leave any traces. It was done by a master."
.Now, there is only one person alive, and he is very stubborn, but he just won’t tell the truth.”
Bi Gong geared up and said with a happy face: "Hey, don't open your mouth. I have a way to break off his gums piece by piece. How long will he keep talking? Tell the second brother that I will wait and celebrate his success!"
Chen Baoxiang originally thought that these beatings and killings had nothing to do with him.
No matter who Bi Gong or Bi Jing arrested, it was the Japanese devils' business and had nothing to do with his rice shop.
Therefore, he has always been calm and unhurried.
Unexpectedly, after a cup of tea, Bi Jing came in with a dozen people in a hurry, and he even hugged one person, who turned out to be Mu Changsha.
Mu Changsha's robe was covered with dirt and he was limping. He must have been hit hard.
Bi Jing sat down, and Bi Gong quickly poured the tea with his own hands.
"Second brother, thank you for your hard work. What is this person's background?"
"He sent Luo Hongying out of the city, and we chased after him. The two sides chased each other head to tail. He was really powerful. With a long gun and a basket of grenades, he blocked us here in the flood ditch of Wanzi Lane. It took me two hours.
, we took him down, and Luo Hongying had already disappeared."
"So powerful? There are still such masters in the Sharpshooter Club? Isn't it right?"
Bi Jing shook his head and looked at Mu Changsha: "He is not a member of the Sharpshooter Association. The Northeast Army cannot produce such a master who sacrifices his life. I was thinking on the way just now that this guy is not a member of the underworld at all. He should be from the Eighth Front Army.
Friend. Alas, the Eighth Front Army is really good at running the army. Regardless of their status, when encountering trouble, they have to complete the mission even if they risk their lives. I admire you, I admire you!"
The two of them were having a conversation, but Mu Changsha just stood there blankly, showing no signs of anger or joy.
Chen Baoxiang's palms were sweating and he didn't know how to deal with it.
In the past, Mu Changsha was his theater friend. The two went to the Grand View Garden to listen to operas together many times. They also went to Mingxin Pool to take a bath, talk about the past and the present, and sing operas and listen to music.
Mu Changsha was very knowledgeable. Whether it was poetry, poetry, music, chess, or music, he could do it with his mouth. He was no less generous than the storyteller under the bridge.
Last night, the Sharpshooter Association had a major internal strife, and Chen Baoxiang met another Mu Changsha.
Between the two Mu Changshas, I wonder which one is his true face?
At this moment, surrounded by powerful enemies and unable to escape, Mu Changsha showed another look of desperation, which shocked Chen Baoxiang again.
He was worried that if Mu Changsha was tortured in front of him, he would not be able to help it——
"How should I save him? Or should I just watch him die? Will he fight to the end, or will he join the Japanese for his own selfish reasons like Yu Shutong did?"
"Second brother, just rest, I'll take care of the rest!"
Bi Gong stood up, took out a pair of white gloves from his pocket, and walked slowly to Mu Changsha.
"You retreat, don't get yourself covered in blood!"
Bi Jing waved his hand and told his men to disperse.
Bi Gong walked up to Mu Changsha, held up his chin with his left hand, looked at him for a while, and shook his head gently: "Let's make a bet, you can endure it and never speak. I respect you as a man, and I will do it at dawn."
Let you go. If you open your mouth, it will be easier. We are all one family, so I will let you go..."
Suddenly, he opened his bow from left to right and slapped Mu Changsha on the face more than ten times.
Chen Baoxiang watched secretly. Mu Changsha's face instantly became bloody, as if he had been crushed by a nail board. There was not an inch of flesh below his cheekbones.
"Ah...ah!"
Mu Changsha couldn't help it and screamed twice.
When he called out for the second time, he held back, closed his mouth tightly, and never spoke again.
"Okay, you're tough enough, but you know what? If I keep hitting you, your cheeks will leak out of air, and you won't be able to bite your teeth... So, I can't hit you any more. Come on, bring the salt shaker...
…”
Someone walked to the stove and moved the brown salt shaker over.
The jar is deep and big, and can hold five kilograms of salt at a time.
Bi Gong grabbed a handful of coarse salt and pressed it hard on Mu Changsha's cheeks.
Mu Changsha stood with his feet in a T-step, his back straight and motionless.
"It's a pity for such a good salt, but what can I do? You have to speak, whether it's the secret of the Sharpshooter Club or the secret of the Eighth Front Army, you have to say something to keep yourself alive and I can explain it to the Imperial Army.
, right?”
Chen Baoxiang was very worried, not only worried that Mu Changsha would be killed on the spot, but also worried that he suddenly confessed, knelt down and surrendered, and confessed Lian Chengbi and Gu Lanchun.
Because of this, no matter which path Mu Changsha chooses, he will feel uncomfortable.
"Tell me, when did the people from the Eighth Front Army arrive from Peiping to Jinan? Where did the people from the Sharpshooter Association go? They came from so far from the south, why didn't they just turn around and leave? If they had already found the leading car, they were
Aren’t you going to the three northeastern provinces?”
Bi Gong took his time and grabbed another handful of salt.
"I'll fuck your bitch and traitorous grandma..."
Mu Changsha shouted suddenly, rushed forward, and put his head on Bi Gong's chest.
At this moment, Chen Baoxiang discovered that Bi Gong and Bi Jing were not in vain.
Mu Changsha's desperate collision had a force of two hundred kilograms. He was also a practitioner, so he concentrated all his strength on the top of his head. If he hit the pillar in the store, he would probably break the pillar.
Bi Gong sneered, and withdrew both palms at the same time, blocking his chest.
Mu Changsha's bump was like hitting Bi Gong's palm.
Bi Gong unexpectedly used his Tai Chi cloud hand in an instant, flipping the yin and yang, to resolve the force of Mu Changsha's collision, and used the force to push him to the side.
With a thud, Mu Changsha hit the pillar, and his face was immediately covered with blood.
"Shoot, shoot, shoot - I fucking told you to shoot, shoot..."
Mu Changsha turned around and ran out, ignoring the blood on his head and face.
There are so many people inside and outside the store, so of course we can't escape.
He only ran seven steps when the men rushed over and grabbed his arms.
There was a gunshot, and a bloody hole appeared on Mu Changsha's forehead. The bullet passed through his head and embedded itself in the pillar.
The bullet was fired from the opposite roof. Bi Gong quickly turned around and hid behind a pillar.
Mu Changsha took a few steps back and fell on his back. A large pool of blood flowed out from the back of his head.
Chen Baoxiang watched all this, his heart clenched tightly, as if being squeezed by an invisible big hand, and he was in agony.
Neither of the two scenarios he expected occurred. This sudden bullet took Mu Changsha's life and also shattered Bi Gong and Bi Jing's wishful thinking.
"What the hell is this? Damn it, it's a sniper again... rush out and take down the person..."
Bi Gong was furious, but there was nothing he could do.
The mantis stalks the cicada, followed by the oriole.
They think they are doing things precisely and leaving no flaws, but there are always experts out there who will hit their weak spots and hit them with one blow, without even a chance to counterattack.
By the time the man in black rushed out to search, the building across the street was already empty.
Bi Gong stood in front of Mu Changsha's body and stamped his feet repeatedly: "What a damn evil sect. These people are not afraid of death. His accomplices really dare to shoot and even kill their own people!"
A stone fell in Chen Baoxiang's heart. However, this was a blood debt that was not recorded on the head of the shooter, but on the head of Bi Gong and Bi Jing.
Enemies are happy, relatives are painful.
Chen Baoxiang couldn't swallow this breath at first, but he gritted his teeth and had to swallow it.
A knife is held to someone's neck, and dozens of people surround one person. What can one do?
If one person's death can save others and allow everyone to evacuate safely, then one person's death can be used to exchange one life for ten or a hundred lives.
Sometimes, the death of one person is more important than Mount Tai.
Mu Changsha's fate, which is as light as a feather, will surely earn him the praise of a hero from all over China, and his name will be immortalized for thousands of years.