Coming out of Xu's pawn shop, Zhang Sixing frowned and thought about something.
In fact, Hansen didn't go to the auction, and he wasn't afraid of Xu Zhongze's tricks. Could it be that his head was tougher than the directors in the concession.
Of course, he also understands his shortcomings, killing people too quickly, but the problem is that killing the wrong person is not a matter of losing his reputation.
Of course, he would not be unreasonable in normal business matters. Moreover, Hansen took the initiative to ask Ying to do this, so Zhang Sixing was quite satisfied.
When he started shopping in Jurong City, he found that the people in this country were quite cute.
Even if a small businessman hears that he is purchasing a large number of sacks for digging trenches, some people will give him a discount, and some people will directly bring him boxes of snacks and stuff them into his arms.
This was a very interesting thing, reminding him of something far away.
When this country is in trouble, people are willing to support it regardless of their own lives.
However, those so-called successful people immigrated in large numbers when the country was in trouble. Is it true that only ordinary people are worthy of this noble thing of "patriotism"?
Of course, this is something that people like him should not think about, so in the face of the enthusiasm of the people, he had to use the "not taking a stitch from the masses" that he has learned for many years to strictly demand himself.
When he went to the drugstore to buy some common talcum powder and alcohol, the store owner yelled at him after filling the medicine for him.
"Read the prescription carefully and don't buy too little medicine. This is a fatal thing."
Zhang Sixing, who was yelled at, didn't understand why the shopkeeper, who greeted him with a smile when he came, changed his face when he left. Could it be that the service was so bad? He turned his face and refused to recognize anyone as soon as he took the money.
"Hurry up, the car is faster."
When he went out, even the clerk at the drugstore urged Zhang Sixing expressionlessly.
What the hell, I didn’t even mention the price when I bought the medicine, why did they...
I looked around suspiciously, and there were only a few big-looking figures walking away. Not far away, a blind man walked forward slowly. His wrist swung, and the handbell made a crisp sound, and he prolonged his voice to solicit business.
"The God of Iron Mouth is good at predicting good and bad luck, but if it doesn't work, I don't want a big man..."
Looking back at the old shopkeeper, he still had a straight face and didn't say anything. He just waved his hand quickly to him.
Zhang Sixing vaguely felt that what was happening in front of him was a bit strange. It seemed that if he stayed any longer, there might be complications.
After jumping into the car and giving orders to drive, Zhang Sixing quietly put the box of cannons he brought into his waist.
He is not afraid of anything happening. Even if Zhang Sixing kills everyone in the concession, he will be afraid of a few hooligans, bullies, and bandits in this small city of Jurong.
He estimated in his mind that he and his men might have been spotted when they entered the pawn shop carrying sacks.
In China at this time, it was not just the military that had guns.
Asking Bai Er to speed up, recalling the situations he had just seen in several shops in his mind, he quickly zeroed in on a blind fortune teller wearing a white cloth banner.
It seemed that the German Officer Advisory Group's brand was still working well. When we left the city, the car was loaded with supplies, but the guard at the door never spoke again. Even the guard squad leader gave him an unusual military salute.
But not even two miles away, a fierce sound of horse hooves came.
Curiously, I poked my head out of the car window and saw a horse team dressed in ordinary people's clothes galloping towards me.
While he was observing, the car that was speeding according to his order suddenly came to a stop. Zhang Sixing, who was leaning out to observe, was shaken and his body slammed against the window frame.
Looking forward, I saw a big tree that had just fallen on the road blocking the way. Looking at the stubble at the roots of the tree, it was white stubble that had just been sawed off. The leaves were also fresh and green, and the ashes raised when the big tree fell were still there.
Not dispersed.
Several men with guns in front blocked the way, and the cavalry chasing the car behind them got closer and closer.
"Is everything arranged?"
Zhang Sixing was not in a hurry, with a faint smile on his face and looking around. He had been a bank robber in Europe many times, and he had used this method before. It seemed that bandits all over the world were of the same family, and their methods were all similar.
At this time, several men with guns emerged from the bushes on both sides of the road, frightening the few pedestrians on the road. They got into the bushes one by one, and then the grass blades shook, and they all ran away quickly.
"Everyone, the car is full of military supplies. Now we are facing a national crisis..."
There were a total of eight people blocking the road, and there were only four on the side of the car. The other four were probably watching the driver with guns drawn.
"Don't tell me those big principles, I don't believe that. I'm just a little short of money. You got a lot of money from the Xu family, so you should get some tea money for the brothers."
The one who spoke at the head was wearing a top hat. His face was red, and he had a big beard that looked a bit like Guan Shijie. He was quite strong, but looking at his subordinates, all of them had sallow complexions. Needless to say, they were all drug addicts.
"Sorry, it can't be done."
I have always had no ill feelings toward the bandit and robber Zhang Sixing. As long as he didn't violate his bottom line, it was just the government forcing the people. If he could still rob the rich and give to the poor, then Zhang Sixing would have to say "hero".
But if you use a few guns to rob ordinary people and do other outrageous things, then...
"What are you talking about? Brother, I think you are just running errands for others. Why are you so stubborn?"
Zhang Sixing took two steps forward and was already less than five meters away from the guy who was speaking. At this time, his ears were always listening to the sound of horse hooves getting closer and closer, and he estimated the distance to the vehicle and himself.
Negotiating with the guy holding a gun in front of me without changing his expression,
"Brother, it's not that I'm stubborn. The car is full of sacks, medicines, etc. They are all used to fight the Japanese, so I can't give them to you."
"Hehe, boy, you are fooling a stupid boy. Why are you using silk to beat the Japanese? You bought so much silk, I heard that you even made an appointment with a famous tailor in the city... Why don't you fool me when you beat the Japanese?
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The leading man in the top hat inserted his brown finger into the trigger ring of the box gun and pointed the gun at Zhang Sixing's head.
The other three bandits with long guns also pulled the bolts of their guns and pointed them at Zhang Sixing, refusing to give him a chance to act.
At this time, the cavalry was getting closer and closer, and Zhang Sixing felt that this matter was going to be difficult to handle.
It was not difficult to kill the eight bandits in front of him, but it was not easy for him to deal with the cavalry team behind him. Especially when listening to the sound of horse hooves, there must be at least ten people.
Which bandit is hiding in the city? Is it the blind fortune teller holding the flag, or is it Xu Zhongze who is interested in the loot in the sack? If it's the latter, I'm afraid Hansen will be in danger if he stays there.
But no matter what, what he has to deal with now is the predicament in front of him.
Hearing the sound of horse hooves in his ears and looking at the bandits in front of him with his eyes unintentionally, he asked,
"You really want to rob anti-Japanese supplies, don't you regret it?"