"... Who wants to hang out with them... There's no chance of getting involved... Being angry with them inside... Being looked down upon by others outside... scorned by others... I already want to leave..."
"...That's right...those guys are just a bunch of poor people...the benefits are nothing...and they want us to pay tribute all day long...how long have I been hanging out with them...half of the little wife book I saved...has been taken out..."
"...It's just..." Obviously, this was to the point. Even though they were exhausted, everyone couldn't help but complain and express their bitterness.
Sure enough! The resentment is so great that the fat man doesn't need to worry now. Although they are hanging out here, they are basically from outside, otherwise they would not be reduced to running errands on the street.
Originally! We only hang out with others for benefits and food. Even if we hang out with the Japanese, we don’t say anything. As a result, we are bossed around, the benefits are not revealed, and we have to pay tribute all day long.
Then, if you don’t want to, just wear small shoes...
Anyway, they have nothing to worry about here. Since they are not satisfied, they might as well leave. What's more, it is not a question of whether they are satisfied or not, but whether the other party, the Japanese, is satisfied or not. Those people are difficult to serve.
, they have seen it before, but they don’t think they can get through it easily if they stay this time.
"...Brother...are we...going the wrong way...this is not the way out..."
"...The gun was fired...Do you think those people guarding the intersection...can let you out..." The elder brother replied angrily. Although he was timid and fearful, his legs were weak when facing those ruthless characters, but his brain was not stupid.
Otherwise, why have you been running here for so long?
"...Okay...you can slow down...pretend to be paddling...wait until you meet the Japanese...who are hanging out with the Japanese...then speed up...let them think they are pretending...someone stops or asks...you all
Don't speak... Let me tell you... Do you understand..."
After giving instructions, the slightly fat man slowed down and turned into a stumbling brisk walk. He was really tired. From time to time he bumped into people wearing Japanese clothes, and he hurriedly speeded up, sometimes faster and sometimes slower.
…
"...Brother...it's faster now...slower now...it seems more tiring..." A subordinate asked dizzily after running like this for a while.
"...Keep holding on...it's not far...we'll be there soon..." the eldest brother replied, he also discovered it, but he can't say that his arrangement is unreasonable, right?
"...Stop...Stop! Otherwise we will shoot..." The elder brother finished his words. Before he could say anything, a group of people ran out from in front and blocked the road. The leader held a rifle and shouted in the middle of the road.
"...Don't shoot, don't shoot...Old smoker...it's me...beer belly...one of my own..." Seeing the other person clearly, the eldest brother hurriedly shouted and signaled his men to stop, waiting for the other person's next words. He was so quibbling... No
No...just explain it clearly.
"Of course I saw clearly that it was you. What are you running around for? The Japanese said that there was a suspicious target who was a fugitive and asked me to stop them. But when I came over, I saw you running..."
The old smoker played with the shell gun twice when he put it away. He was speechless for a while, so he was given such a thing. If I hadn't recognized it was you, I wouldn't have dared to come out!
The Japanese probably know that they are not welcome, and they have very strict control over weapons. Even if a team of people who surrender to them can carry one, that is a big deal, but usually it is okay to bluff people, but if they really encounter the Japanese
What people call a fugitive is useless.
"...Misunderstanding, misunderstanding...We were chasing the fugitive...but he ran out of sight..." The eldest brother gasped, sweat beads rolling down his face, and he came up to him with a smile.
"It looks like you are really tired, isn't it? Are you so caring and working so hard? How many benefits have you gained?" Lao Yanqian asked in a lowered voice, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.
"...Bullshit benefits..." The eldest brother cursed in a low voice and said: "The Japanese who care about us were beaten to death, so we have to pretend! Today, our group will have to run down at least a dozen of them and drag them to the hospital. No.
I’ve put myself through a lot of trouble, and I can’t pass this test.”
"...You are quite semen..." Lao Yanqiang immediately understood, his face as happy as an old chrysanthemum.
"...Do me a favor..." The eldest brother immediately stuffed a small yellow croaker over him, and before the other party could speak, he immediately spoke first.
"Help me report to the Japanese, saying that we chased the fugitives here, but it seems that we lost the person, but just in case we will continue to chase, they can rest assured to trace other places."
Hearing this, Lao Yanqiang chuckled and said, "They didn't run this way at all, did they?"
"... Who knows... There is no place in the city where you can't drill? Right? Anyway, we caught up. With the few things we have, we can also deliver food..."
The old smoker touched the gun on his waist, then touched his nose, and smiled a little awkwardly. Why didn't he think so? How much benefit has been given to people? To risk his own life? Right!
"...Don't worry...I understand..." The fat brother suddenly said this with a smile. Before Lao Yanqiang could react, the elder brother had already taken two steps back and started shouting loudly.
"...Old Chen... the fugitive may have gone this way or that way. I will continue to lead people to chase this way. If you go there, don't forget to report to the princes for me and say hello..."
The old smoker was stunned for a moment, and when he realized what he was doing, he immediately responded with a few words. This was bringing him along and showing it off to others! It was so in line with his own thoughts!
After the two sang a few words, they separated, one on each side, and headed in the opposite direction. However, the fat brother ran to the next street and immediately changed back to the direction he was running in before.
After four or five minutes, the slightly fat brother led everyone to the border of the Japanese influence. A road blockade was blocked. He was currently searching the people passing by. When he saw a group of people running over, he immediately surrounded them.
Come up.
"...We are our own people...Don't shoot...We are chasing those people..." Naturally, there are traitors and Chinese arresters at the checkpoint, and they make up the majority. Even the Japanese stationed here understand Chinese to some extent.
Some are even very good.
A person who seemed to be acting as a translator, after muttering with a hygienic beard for a while, said to the fat brother: "Mr. Murata asked you, have those people escaped here so quickly? We have not seen anyone who matches.
Is there a mistake?"
"Sir, we are not sure. They ran away from us very early. We chased after them by asking around, but we are sure that they went into a tailor shop on the way and bought new clothes. Maybe they wanted to change their clothes.
Dress up and go out.
We asked the store and they found that the clothes they purchased were in western style, but mainly because of the styles Taijuns like to wear. We bought several colors. We didn’t know which one we would wear, but they were basically dark clothes. I
I suspect they might pretend to be Taijun and sneak out..."
When the translator heard this, he quickly ran back to report to Master Wen Hu, but this time he acted a little extra cautiously and stayed a little further away from his master. After hearing a few words, Wen Hu's face turned dark to the naked eye.
"...Baga..." After enduring the whole thing, Healthy Hu couldn't bear it any longer. He was so angry that he yelled and jumped, and walked to the fat brother aggressively.
"... What you... are telling the truth... lies... dead, dead, dead..." Wen Wei Hu said, his voice was not so concordant, but he still spoke Chinese with a proper Japanese accent.
"...The truth...the truth..." The fat elder brother looked frightened, nodded and replied with the utmost flattery.
"...Your...tell me...the situation...from beginning to end..." Healthy Hu patiently spoke, holding back his anger and gestures.
"...Yes...Yes..." The fat brother hurriedly agreed and began to formulate and describe what happened before and after. Except for a small part of the facts, the rest was all imagination.
Of course, in the story, he did not portray himself as being very smart, even made mistakes, was afraid of death, and did not blame the problem on the dead Japanese. Instead, he described the other party as wiser.
The general plot of the story is that they received a tip that someone was acting suspiciously, but since there have been a lot of such tips recently, Mr. Hirata just arranged for them to go over and take the person back for questioning.
But when they passed by, there were many passers-by in the alley. They were worried about causing too much commotion, so they waited for a while and stopped them when they got to a less crowded area. However, Mr. Hirata who was waiting for them saw that he was slow to go back and was worried.
When something happened, I brought people over and rushed over.
The cross-examination had just ended, but because the two people's acting was so realistic, they were deceived and mistakenly thought that there was no problem, so they did not search each other immediately.
As a result, the bastard arrived just in time and pointed at them and scolded them. Mr. Hirata, who was walking behind and was on guard, mistakenly thought there was nothing wrong and walked over. As a result, the two men immediately got into trouble.
Those two people were so powerful. Before they could recover, they knocked down two Japanese. He pulled out a gun at that time, but because he was not good at using guns, he kicked them away.
Because the Japanese were only equipped with one gun, they wanted to help but ignored them. After the Japanese fought bravely and were killed, they shamelessly gave up resistance and surrendered because they were afraid of death.
Maybe they were worried that there were too many of them, so they would fight to the death. The other party didn't kill them in the end, but pointed a gun at them and quickly got into the alley and ran away.
Later, they regained their courage and chased all the way. Here, the fat brother deliberately let something slip, saying that the Japanese were dead because he was afraid of being blamed and implicated, so as to add credibility to his words, instead of making any associations with himself.
Then they inquired all the way, tracked all the way here, and learned some clues from tailor shops and other shops...
"...Xinxi...you're...well done...very good..." Weng Hu patted the chubby brother on the shoulder, smiled and praised him a few times.
In his opinion, the other party's statement was relatively pertinent and objective, rather than all kinds of excuses, so there wouldn't be much of a problem. Of course, he wouldn't believe it all. He wouldn't believe it if he dared to draw a gun, but it was enough.
What a pity! He would have never imagined that it was true that he drew a gun, but except for this, there were not many other words that were true. They were all made up to fool him. That mouth can really deceive.
Not to mention the other party, even the brother following the chubby brother was deceived. When telling lies, he also pays attention to 70% truth and 30% falsehood. But in the end, you lied 99%, how could he believe it?
If he hadn't been so exhausted that he wouldn't even move his fingers, and his face would only be distorted by fatigue, unable to reveal much of his inner excitement. Otherwise, just the uncontrollable expression on his face might reveal everything.
