A Japanese lantern hung at the door, swaying slowly in the night wind.
But the next moment, a group of tall soldiers who had never seen equipment on the Chinese battlefield suddenly rushed out from the nearby night.
Then the shotgun broke the door bolt, and then the whole team rushed into the judo hall.
Those wooden doors with white grids were covered with white paper, and the light flashed continuously through the openings, but the sound was very small and nothing could be heard fifty meters away.
Someone in ronin costumes rushed out of the house holding a sword.
Although those guys wearing weird clothes and with white skulls painted on their faces bent over and rushed in quickly.
The sword in his hand was swung horizontally, and he stabbed out with a roar.
The reason why they use stabs is because those tall monster-like guys move too fast.
However, the sharp sword seemed to be piercing the steel, without piercing the man's chest at all. Then he saw a huge fist falling on his face.
The tips of four one-centimetre-high tiger fingers landed heavily on the face, and the facial bones were instantly shattered, and then teeth, blood, and bits and pieces on the face flew out.
Just before he fell to death, a harsh German-Chinese sentence reached his ears:
"Without a beating, he's like a big rag doll..."
"ah……"
From time to time, people from the judo hall who were awakened rushed out of the room. However, the short and powerful weapons in the hands of those who came, sprayed out a foot-long gun flame, and beat the screaming people into sieves.
Five minutes later, a group of tall people gathered, and someone reported,
"Sir, everyone in the judo hall was killed and the women and children were taken away. A time-delay bomb was also set up to detonate in five minutes."
"retreat……"
Following the leader's order, a group of men in black slipped into a nearby alley like ghosts and started running wildly at an average speed of forty kilometers per hour.
The ostrich boots on their feet allowed them to run at this speed on flat roads.
Instead of living elsewhere, the Ministry of Industry and Industry's director, Dr. Lair, moved into the British Consulate. This incident brought a lot of trouble to the British Consul, Consul Benson.
At this moment, Consul Benson had changed out of his pajamas and put on formal clothes. But at this moment, after half a bottle of liquor, the alcohol seemed to be burning his fat face.
With his formal clothes open and his arms open, the consul was pulled into a circle as big as a noose.
The sudden ringing of the phone scared him so much that he jumped back. He had drunk a little too much and seemed to have forgotten that he was sitting on a chair. The result of such a jump was that he and the chair fell backwards.
When he put the phone down again, there was more cold sweat on his head. Because the lives of everyone in the consulate depended on whether he was obedient or not.
He quietly opened the curtains and looked outside the consulate.
People who came from nowhere, wearing strange clothes, using strange weapons, and with strangely long legs were surrounding the consulate from all directions.
"Do you want your consulate to explode like the Sixing Warehouse? My advice is that today is a private revenge. Don't tell me that you want to protect a gangster who uses despicable means to try to rob a big German businessman. You know who I am talking about.
Bar."
"Bastard...bastard...bastard..."
The angry Consul Benson finally knew Zhang Sixing's determination. If he was a member of the Generalissimo's staff, of course he would not dare to provoke the British Empire. But that bastard was a German and a bandit who had traveled across Europe.
In desperation, Consul Benson called the foreman of Asan's servants.
Lyle was sleeping until midnight when he was suddenly pulled out of bed roughly.
When he opened his eyes, he saw that it was Ah San who was wearing a turban. He was huddled on the bed and his nervous voice was trembling. He looked at white people like them and wondered how the respectful Ah San dared to treat him like this.
"You, what are you doing? I am the British Empire...the consul and I..."
However, before he could finish asking, several Asans quickly tied him up and even blocked his mouth with his smelly socks.
Consul Benson walked in slowly from outside. There was determination in his bloodshot eyes. In addition, Lyle could smell a strong smell of alcohol.
"Mr. Lyle, I didn't know that you were a despicable and shameless person when you moved in. You teamed up with unscrupulous businessmen from the Ministry of Industry and Commerce to seize the property of a German gentleman. This is really not an honorable thing. The government
There is no way to protect a shameless person..."
When several Asans appeared outside the consulate carrying a twisted carpet, a group of strangely dressed and very tall people appeared there.
The closer he got to the people with skulls painted on their faces, the weaker Asan's servant's legs became.
Because those guys were spreading out in combat formation, with the weapons in their hands emitting strong light and pointing at them.
This... when life is on other people's fingers, it is really a torture to the human spirit.
When they threw down the roll of carpet, several Asans immediately raised their hands to show that they were not hostile, and then slowly backed away.
At this time, Benson was hiding in his office, quietly looking out from the curtains.
Those tall and inexplicable soldiers obviously had something weird installed on their legs. It seemed like they were all equipped with dog legs, and they ran as fast as the legendary werewolves.
After the group of powerful black figures left, at some unobtrusive places that were dark and silhouette-like outside, flashlight-like devices were turned on several times in several places.
"ah……"
Taking a breath, Benson hid in the corner of the window until his body was leaning against two walls before he felt a little safer.
When he dared to look outside again, the silhouette-like houses outside were still there, so much so that he wondered if the flash of light he just saw was due to his own eyesight.
In fact, his eyes were not dazzled. The office room was lit up like this. For Zhang Changlin, who was two hundred meters away, it was not difficult at all to hit.
It's a pity that there are no predetermined circumstances, so he can't shoot. And if he shoots, he will have to bloodbath the British Consulate, and no one will be left alive.
This is of course not the method of the army, but the method of the bandits who roamed across Europe.
Zhang Changlin didn't think much about this, but he felt a little regretful that he didn't use the weird-looking sniper rifle in front of him and it was equipped with some kind of rail.
The only thing I did was to press the tactical flashlight mounted on the rail of the gun twice and say hello to someone in the consulate.
As for what signal was sent to the British consul, Zhang Changlin and the snipers he led had no idea at all.
However, Zhang Sixing told them that if they evacuated safely as expected, they would all light up their lights to say hello to those in the consulate before leaving.
Hirai Masafumi felt a little uneasy that night. Originally, he wanted to live in the Japanese consulate. Then finally he thought about it and decided to live in the Ministry of Industry Bureau. After all, there were more than a thousand Japanese soldiers there to protect him.
So it can be said that among all the people in the Ministry of Industry and Commerce Bureau who voted in favor at that meeting, he was the only one who slept comfortably until the early morning, until...