When the weird rock-drill-like machine gun sound rang out, all the directors who had voted against that day were sitting in the meeting room of the State Administration of Industry and Commerce.
As big shots, they should remain calm when a mountain collapses in front of them, but when someone in the conference room shouted in fear,
"Japanese, Japanese were killed..."
The directors stood up from their seats and rushed to the door of the conference room.
The Japanese lined up in a neat formation, and five machine guns hidden somewhere opened fire continuously. Amidst the sound of gunfire, dense bullets were fired into the neatly lined up crowd row after row.
The soldiers may be used to the sound of gunfire, but when they want to disperse and escape, their movements still seem too slow at a rate of fire of more than 7,500 rounds per minute.
The bloody scene was unabashed, and the bare bones were displayed in front of the directors of the Ministry of Industry and Commerce Bureau.
No matter who it is, they will remain silent in this kind of scene.
After the gunfire, there was a commotion in the large conference room of the Ministry of Industry and Commerce Bureau. Lu Guoping was the first to understand.
"Everyone, everyone, there is no need to mess up. I'm afraid that the meeting we held yesterday exceeded our authority. We were all bewitched by Japanese director Masabumi Hirai. That Mr. Zhang, he, he is not Chinese, he is German.
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It wasn't that Lu Guoping was bold, but someone called him early in the morning. Something would happen in the Ministry of Industry Bureau early in the morning.
Until then, those who had been surprised that the directors did not hold meetings on time suddenly realized.
They don't hold meetings on time, leave such a huge Shanghai beach without managing it, and don't fight for huge benefits. How can they conform to the greedy nature of these adventurers?
Yes, that guy is a robber traveling across Europe, that guy is the major shareholder of Krupp, and he just robbed his property.
Fortunately...
The people here are very happy. Although they are greedy in their hearts, they don’t want wealth that they can’t live to enjoy.
The door of the conference room was pushed open violently, and the rapidly moving door leaf crossed an arc and hit the walls on both sides with a "peng" sound, which recalled the souls of the directors of the Ministry of Industry and Commerce Bureau.
Following the sound, the directors of the Concession Industry Bureau looked with fear in their eyes. Yes, the usual power made them forget their identities.
They are just a group of profiteers, and they are not considered wealthy businessmen in the world.
It's just because the Chairman's government, which has been expecting international support, tolerates them, makes each of them feel like a nobody.
But in Zhang Sixing's eyes, these profiteers are nothing.
As Zhang Sixing, wearing full combat equipment, came in with Tetsujiro Yamaoka and Yelena who rushed here, all the directors of the Ministry of Industry and Commerce Bureau couldn't help but tremble in the corners of their eyes.
"You, Zhang Sixing, this is the Bureau of the Ministry of Industry, it's..."
Seeing the beautiful American businessman Turner standing up suddenly and uttering aggressive threats.
Zhang Sixing had a faint smile on his face and hooked his fingers back.
Following his movements, two burly German soldiers rushed over, pressed Wal on the conference table, and then put a "blood drop" on his neck.
Looking at the stunned director, Zhang Sixing waved his hand again,
"Bring it here and let these profiteers know what a blood droplet is."
A German soldier carried Hirai Masafumi, the Japanese director of the Ministry of Industry and Commerce Bureau, to the table like a chicken.
As Zhang Sixing tilted his head, the German soldier pulled the ignition tube removed from the grenade. The ignition tube around Hirai Masafumi's neck immediately started to smoke, and then the German soldier's big leather boots gave the guy a heavy kick on the butt.
Masafumi Hirai roared after leaving custody,
"Help...help...someone help me..."
But looking at his smoking neck, everyone in the conference room was frightened and hurriedly ran away. No matter where Masafumi Hirai ran, everyone stayed away.
Finally, the green smoke stopped coming out of the neck, and then with a loud "Peng" sound, the head with black-framed eyes flew straight to the roof, and bounced several times on the ground like a ball.
"ah……"
When the profiteers saw such a bloody scene, almost all of them screamed.
However, Yamaoka Tetsujiro slowly pulled out his sword. Under the electric light in the conference room, the bright silver blade shone like tiny stars.
Yamaoka Tetsujiro's eyes shone sharply, and he blurted out in blunt Chinese,
"Idiot, shut up, you will make such a noise that all the adults will die, you will die."
For a moment, there was a dead silence in the Ministry of Industry Bureau, and then Zhang Sixing waved his hand again.
In the cemetery-like silence of the meeting room of the Ministry of Industry and Commerce, the second person to be escorted out was British businessman Lyle.
The beautiful businessman bravely shouted,
"Zhang, Mr. Zhang, he is British."
Zhang Sixing asked with a surprised look on his face,
"The British, what's wrong with the British, can they seize the legitimate property of a big German businessman, or can the British businessmen ignore the dignity of the robber?"
Damn it, what kind of dignity do robbers have? There may be such thoughts in the stomach, but no one dares to express this thought to the person who just killed a thousand Japanese plainclothes teams.
When Lyle ran, everyone stayed away from him as usual.
"Your Ministry of Industry and Commerce is not a legal organization at all. The British government, including the Queen's, does not recognize your legitimacy. They believe that there is no precedent for establishing such a municipal committee on foreign soil. This whole thing is very wrong.
,What did I say wrong?"
After one conversation, people from the Ministry of Industry and Commerce Bureau knew that the Zhang Sixing in front of them was not easy to deal with.
Because he is a German, and the so-called comprador class of the Chinese at this time is too inclined to internal fighting and internal plundering and exploitation, and the real four major families dare not speak the truth to domestic officials in order to seek foreign "aid"
the common people said.
Neither the Shanghai Municipal Bureau of Industry nor the British government recognizes its legality.
Then a group of illegal businessmen organized to seize the property of a wealthy German man, especially the property of Krupp's major shareholder. Guess whether Mustache dares to use it as an excuse for some international incident.
The appeasement of Britain and France will definitely not accept the move.
This is Zhang Sixing's confidence.
While he was speaking, the Japanese judge who approved the seizure was taken out by German soldiers and kicked out with a leather boot.
This guy got a little bolder and jumped from the second floor to escape, but his head was recorded by the reporters' cameras and video recorders, and he flew out with a "Peng" sound.
A reporter added a short description under this photo,
"It's not a wise choice to piss off a bank robber who's running around Europe."
There was also a reporter who took a photo in front of the plainclothes man who was shot by Zhang Sixing with HMG-42, and also added a text,
"More than a thousand people were slaughtered in one minute. I wonder if this counts as a world record. Yes, it is a bit cruel, but this is the battlefield. Just like the opponent using prisoners of war to practice bayonets, it proves the cruel nature of war."