The sound of car engines sounded early in the morning, and a series of British cars came to the south of the Junk Bridge.
The curtain behind the canvas carriage was lifted, and a few guys in British military uniforms wearing white aprons and chef's hats jumped out.
"These guys are too bold. Why would the British army send food to those guys in the Sixing Warehouse? Didn't the Japanese say that except for the people, any official action is unacceptable?"
Hidden in nearby houses, he whispered for the Chinese who had been bribed by the Japanese and served the Japanese.
"Who the hell knows what the British think? Just report what you see here and you'll be considered responsible."
Another guy, who was also responsible for keeping an eye on the Sihang Warehouse, said in a low voice.
At the same time, Guo Liangjun quietly went out. He did not wear his usual robe, but a suit that was easy to move around. He had a pistol on the belt at the back of his waist and a dagger in his sleeve.
Waiting for him to cautiously come to an alley where he can see the four rows of warehouses.
The morning light cannot penetrate here, and there is a faint smell of urine in the darkness.
This is nothing, these dark alleys are dangerous. Only Guo Liangjun, who is familiar with this matter, will carry enough weapons when he goes out.
Here, sometimes, it is more dangerous than on the battlefield.
Because on the battlefield, it is clear who the enemy is. But in these dark alleys, which everyone usually avoids, the only clear enemy is darkness.
Stopping at an intersection, Guo Liangjun stopped, subconsciously lit a cigarette, and then whistled lowly,
"I'm afraid that others won't know that something is wrong. It doesn't mean that you are an old Jianghu."
Someone in the darkness responded slowly, and half of the person who had been hiding in the darkness emerged from the shadows.
He was wearing a Western-style dress and a vest. One end of the gold watch chain in the vest pocket was hung on the button of the vest. He was playing with a butterfly knife silently in his hand. The morning light shone on the blade, reflecting little bits of light from time to time.
"Have you brought the money?"
When the other party asked, Guo Liangjun took out two stick-like things wrapped in red paper from his arms.
He looked at Guo Liangjun's face, played with the Butterfly Knife in his hand and asked curiously,
"Why don't you use your people? I heard that you recruited many people from outside the city."
Nodding towards the Sihang Warehouse in the distant morning light,
"Everything that can be beaten is inside."
After saying this, he handed the wrapped silver dollar in his hand to Daozi's face with full sincerity.
"They all come with handles."
He said something indifferently, grabbed the silver dollar with a knife, weighed it twice in his hand, and threw one back into Guo Liangjun's arms.
"Brothers who help always have some settling-in allowance, but I... don't need it."
"Is your conscience still intact?"
Looking at the knife, Guo Liangjun tried to ask, with some admiration in his eyes.
"Bullshit, don't talk about your theories. I don't believe that. But I killed a few Japanese dogs and paid them too much. I'm afraid I'll look down on them too much. I forgot about our ancestors' stuff. What the hell are they?"
"Okay, how many people..."
Guo Liangjun has been preparing for this since he received the bullet casing from Zhang Sixing.
What's important is nothing else. If you want Zhang Sixing and others to retreat relatively safely, you have to kill the traitors who are doing things for the Japanese.
And this matter has to be done with the local gangsters here. As a casino thug, Daozi and his "brothers" don't mind making some extra money occasionally.
Especially when outsiders come here, you can't find anyone without asking them.
Guo Liangjun wanted to ask more, but Dao Zi rolled his eyes at him.
"Don't ask, we get paid to do the work, and you don't have to worry about the rest. We'll find out when the patrol room counts the bodies at dawn."
After saying that, he threw his clothes over his shoulders, took long but careless steps, and the sound of leather shoes walked away in the dark alley.
Looking at his back, Guo Liangjun didn't know what he would do. Especially, he was a little worried. After all, there was more than one person on the road who took money and refused to do anything.
Therefore, he no longer delayed, but turned around and left along the dark alley, probably to check whether his backup means were ready.
When Knife seemed to be walking carelessly, he suddenly dodged into the darkness of the alley and lost his figure in the faint morning light. A few minutes later, Knife's figure emerged from the darkness again.
Like an elf who could move in the shadows, he looked at the alleyway where Guo Liangjun had just spoken, listened again and heard that there was indeed no sound, and then turned around and acted again.
This time he quickened his pace and no longer looked like he was carefree when walking.
Instead, it was like a breeze, passing silently through the dark alley. At this time, no one could recognize him as the knife, because he put on his hat and covered his face.
Soon, I knocked lightly on the door of a small room with a butterfly knife.
At first I heard a knock on the door, and there was some slight movement inside, and then it became silent again.
Then he stretched out his knife and knocked a few times in a rhythmic manner, neither lightly nor hard. This time the door opened with a "squeak".
The people inside were all dressed in the same costumes commonly worn by thugs in the concession. The difference was that their heads were wrapped in black cloth, only their eyes were exposed, and they all wore top hats.
Knife handed the money to the one inside who opened the door,
"Take it. I'll tell you a few things. Kill everyone inside and outside the house."
The few people inside who were covered with black cloth said nothing and quickly left the room one by one.
If you do this kind of thing, the knife will certainly not draw the flames on you. No one knows anyone, and no one can see their face when looking for people or doing things.
After all, if you do this kind of thing, you might end up working under a certain big boss. They all work in Shanghai, and no one will look good when things are figured out. When doing things in this place, taking care of the face of all parties is the most important thing.
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There were a total of masked men in black clothes, with knives covering their faces following far behind.
Let the people doing the work know that he knows his stuff. Don't think about taking the money and running away. His knife is not a vegetarian either.
Not far away, outside a ground floor room facing the Suzhou River, were guarding two men dressed in ordinary clothes. To a discerning eye, they would be gangsters.
Several people who were wearing polite attire to do business now did not cover their faces. They lowered their heads and put their arms around each other, swaying closer as if they were drunk.
After all, they don't worry that the person they're about to kill will recognize who they are.
The two doormen glanced at it without paying attention, took out cigarettes and lighters, and were about to smoke.
A few people who were pretending to be drunk suddenly rushed towards them. Before they could react, the people who rushed towards them had already covered their mouths in a shocking manner. It seemed that these people often did this kind of thing, and they did it neatly without making any noise.
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After knocking down the two people at the door, the man who had long been accustomed to this kind of thing opened the door, and then the sound of stepping on the stairs was heard from inside the house, and then the sounds of fighting and screaming were heard from upstairs.
When he made a noise, Dao Zi was startled and put his hand into his pocket.
There was another sound on the roof, and six people quickly ran out from upstairs. One of them was carried by his companion and ran quickly down the dark alley.
Seeing the knife here was relieved, but he still went upstairs to check.
All four people in the house were stabbed to death multiple times.
Before leaving, Daozi felt that he had smoked too much and his throat was uncomfortable. He spat on the corpse's face.
"Bitch"
The low voice was clearly audible in the pre-dawn darkness.