"Don't you dare scare me, what's wrong with the anti-Japanese supplies? What the hell am I..."
Listening to the bandit leader's roar, Zhang Sixing also stared, pointed at him with his left hand and roared like a shrew,
"Do you know who I am? Do you know the relationship between me and Du Yuesheng? Do you know..."
The stern voice of Zhang Sixing and the name of Du Yuesheng he mentioned made the bandit in the top hat startled.
Yes, Zhang Sixing does give people the impression of being a shrew.
People who often walk on the road, when encountering such a thing, often come up to talk to each other in the face of danger, find out the other party's roots, and get some money to eliminate the disaster.
People who don't often walk around will also obediently let others search for their money, just to make others feel happy.
These are all very normal choices, and Zhang Sixing's actions are a typical abnormal choice.
For example, it is often circulated in the world that when Huang Jinrong was on stage in Shanghai to celebrate Kun Ling and Lu Chunlan, Lu Youjia, the son of Lu Yongxiang, the Shanghai Songhu Army Guardsman and known as the four great princes of the Republic of China, was drunk because of an attempted sexual intercourse.
Cai was beaten up by Huang Jinrong's thugs.
Then Governor Lu sent people with guns and ammunition to kidnap Huang Jinrong to the He Mansion in Longhua. Later, Du Yuesheng intervened and spared Huang Jinrong's life.
Could it be that this guy in front of me is some kind of young master from the concession?
Bah, of course not. Zhang Sixing, who lived in his previous life, would only put one kind of people on his head - scholars. Of course it has to be Mr. Qian, Li Siguang and the others. Calling the Zhuan family a beast does not count.
In that era, those actors and gangsters were respected and sought after as if they were big shots, so that era would definitely leave the most stupid mark.
So Zhang Sixing is not stupid, at least he is not stupid like the bandit leader in front of him who is stunned when he hears Du Yuesheng's name.
Taking advantage of the bandit leader's stunned moment of less than half a second, Zhang Sixing stood up and stamped his feet on the ground.
A round shock wave of dust rose up from the ground beneath their feet, and people used the force to rush forward.
When his feet left the ground, a clear footprint was stamped on the hard dirt road.
He jumped across the three-meter distance, and while drawing his gun, he used his right hand to elbow the bandit leader wearing a top hat in the face.
With just a head-on elbow, the top hat bandit's skull and facial bones were shattered. His face and nose were deformed, and one of his eyes protruded out of the orbit like a fish.
The person has lost consciousness as if dead.
Then he waved his hand and fired three shots in a row, hitting the big-smoking bandit with a rifle in front of him, but he could only scare people.
The whole movement was done in one go, as smoothly as water.
At this time, Zhang Sixing could hear the sound of horse hooves coming closer and closer behind him and suddenly stopped. The horse, which was running vigorously, raised its head and let out a "squeaking" sound, followed by the sound of chaotic horse hooves treading on the spot.
"Wow... Wow..."
When I heard the sound of a gun being pulled, it was obvious that four people were circling the car, trying to attack Zhang Sixing at the front of the car from both sides.
He glanced up and saw that Zhang Sixing had already seen the approaching cavalry clearly.
The leader was a short man and was wearing the unique attire of a European jockey. However, this guy was obviously not a jockey, because there was a French saber hanging on his saddle. And the people behind him were all wearing the clothes of servants.
After just one glance, Zhang Sixing did not regard them as a threat.
He bent down and lowered his head, and in a blink of an eye, the person silently ran under the car.
Four people and eight feet were slowly moving towards the front of the car, and Zhang Sixing certainly wouldn't tolerate them.
He raised his hand and fired four "嘡嘡嘡嘡"" shots, breaking the ankles of four people. He also fired "嘡嘡嘡嘡"" and shot the four bandits in the head.
After beating Zhang Sixing, he got out from under the car, feeling no sense of accomplishment. Except for the first bandit, the remaining seven were all heavy smokers with yellow faces and skinny muscles.
To put it bluntly, I guess if Zhang Sixing stood there and asked them to shoot him with a gun, their hands would be shaking and they might not be able to shoot accurately.
Seeing the four bandits fall to the ground, the two Belarusian drivers jumped out of the car and began to quickly clean the battlefield.
At this moment, the Bai Russians in the merchant group of all nations can be regarded as Zhang Sixing's subordinates. Anyway, all the guilty people have been killed long ago, and now these Bai Russians are very obedient.
At first, I felt that Zhang Sixing's hands were too ruthless. Two hundred people couldn't even blink when he fired a machine gun. Later, when a thousand Japanese soldiers were killed directly in front of the Ministry of Industry Bureau, everyone realized that the biggest feature of this guy is that he kills people quickly.
He stretched out his feet and kicked the body of a rifle on the ground. Using the gun to jump up, Zhang Sixing put the rifle on his shoulders and walked toward the cavalry.
Seeing his actions, the man in jockey uniform leading the cavalry waved his hand, and the entire cavalry quickly approached.
But before he could get closer, a voice came,
"Brother Zhang"
Zhang Sixing didn't know anyone in Jurong City, so he was startled when he heard someone calling him eldest brother.
Just when he was stunned, the horse came closer in an instant. It looked like a horse bought abroad. Not only was it tall and majestic, but it was also much faster than the much shorter local horse behind him.
Sitting on the horse was a twenty-year-old young man, wearing a tight-fitting leather riding suit. He came closer and jumped off the horse. Zhang Sixing found that this guy was about 1.7 meters tall, but he was a little thin.
"Brother Zhang, my name is Xu Jiayu. I saw that if you bought so many things and didn't have many guards, you would definitely be in trouble in the city, so I took my family to catch up."
"Oh, you are the child of the Xu brothers. Thank you very much."
Although Zhang Sixing never felt that he would be in any trouble if he was in front of a gangster.
After all, in Europe, no matter how big the mafia family is, they pay him protection money.
At first, those evil forces were quite arrogant, but after Zhang Sixing directly used a machine gun to kill a whole family, the European mafia families were quite obedient.
Maybe European governments will still want him, but the police everywhere really worship Zhang Sixing as their savior.
"Hey, Brother Zhang, are there any people who take advantage of others like you? When you are only a few years old, you are brothers to my father. You are not much older than me, so why are you the elder of another generation for no reason?"
I was about to explain the issue of the next generation to the boy from the Xu family in front of me, when suddenly there was a groan from behind.
Apparently the bandit had woken up.
Zhang Sixing was very happy about this. He originally planned to spend some time here to get new equipment and train his troops. But the people in the Jurong underworld were unwilling and had to cry and give him money.
Could it be that he didn't want it? It would be a disservice to other people's attentiveness.
Arriving in front of the bandit leader who was being held up by two White Russian soldiers and had one of his eyes blinded, Zhang Sixing asked with a smile,
"Do you want to live?"
Even though his facial bones and nose bones were shattered, and the flesh on his face was twitching uncontrollably, the bandit head still nodded as hard as he could.
"Well, if you want to live, you have to know what is interesting. Write down the names and addresses of the human traffickers, cigarette dealers, and people who forced girls into prostitution in Jurong City. If you make a mistake, chop off one finger, and if you make ten mistakes, you will behead. Do you understand?"