Chapter 10

"Kill!"

"Hack him to death!"

These people ran wildly with axes like a tide.

Hong Zhiyou knew that this group of people didn't dare to move Wanqiu.

Without this psychological burden, he shrank behind the car, pulled out his pistol, and shot the bearded leader in the chest.

Bang!

Blood splashed on the bearded man's chest, and he fell over.

Hong Zhiyou didn't stop at all.

He pulled out another gun with his backhand.

Bang bang!

Left and right, he emptied the magazine in a few seconds.

Instantly, seven or eight Cao Gang killers fell down.

The rest looked at each other in surprise and hesitation, holding their axes, and for a while, no one dared to take a step forward.

It really is six thousand axes.

Not a single gun.

Are there no grenades or anything?

"He's out of bullets, get him."

I don't know who suddenly shouted.

A crowd of people rushed over again.

"No bullets, but I have this!"

Hong Zhiyou lifted his jacket, revealing the vest on his chest.

There were several hanging rings on the vest, with several American-style grenades hanging on them.

This was sent to him by Anderson.

Free!

Americans don't lack this the most.

If it weren't for coming out in a hurry today, he would have a submachine gun and a big sniper rifle in his rental house near the medicine shop of old man Qiu on Hengshan Road.

Slap!

Hong Zhiyou took one down, pulled the ring, and threw it over.

Bang!

In the loud noise, several were blown away.

"Grenade!"

The people of the Cao Gang were also stupid.

They had seen many ruthless people; bringing guns wasn't strange, but damn, carrying a string of grenades, who could withstand this.

Before Hong Zhiyou could take down the second grenade.

This group of killers scattered in a swarm.

"Damn, messing with me!"

Hong Zhiyou changed the magazine and walked to the struggling and wailing wounded.

Bang bang!

He shot them one by one in the head.

In this world, there is no distinction between cruelty and right and wrong; whoever has the power, is ruthless, and is poisonous enough can survive.

Hong Zhiyou wanted to tell Zhang Shaobai through these corpses.

He is not easy to mess with either.

Returning to the car, he smeared his hands with blood and wiped it on his face and clothes, looking extremely embarrassed.

After a pause, he picked up a short axe and made a few cuts on his left arm and leg.

Hiss!

Blood flowed out instantly.

"Hong, you, what are you doing?" Wanqiu was terrified.

"It's okay, just a little skin injury."

"Acting on the scene."

"Go, accompany me to see someone."

Hong Zhiyou kissed her, signaling not to worry.

He drove straight to No. 1 Changde Road.

At the door, Deputy Section Chief Xiao Guohua of the Security Section was ordering patrols.

"Secretary Hong, you are..." Xiao Guohua was stunned to see him covered in blood.

"I want to see the Station Chief."

He opened the trunk and took out the Station Chief's things.

Saying that, he handed over his pistol and grenades.

Wanqiu also routinely checked simply.

"You kid, did you go to fight a sniper battle?" Xiao Guohua took it with a strange look and handed it to someone on the side for safekeeping.

Soon, someone notified them to enter.

Hong Zhiyou came to the lobby.

The Station Chief and Sister Mei were drinking tea, and they were both startled when they saw him and Wanqiu.

"Secretary Hong, what's the situation with you?" Wu Jingzhong asked hurriedly.

"Teacher, the student did not disgrace the mission."

He put the box on the table and opened it.

"This is the bid for the textile factory, a pair of Ming Dynasty blue and white porcelain vases sent by Li Mingchen."

Then, he opened a briefcase:

"This is ten gold bars."

Just as the Station Chief and Sister Mei were staring, Hong Zhiyou placed the last square box on the table and opened it with one hand:

"Boss Qian wants to open a bank, specifically to honor you."

"Five thousand US dollars, plus opium!"

The US dollars were spread over the opium.

"Good, good, good!" Wu Jingzhong's eyes went straight, calling out good repeatedly.

He didn't understand opium.

Five thousand US dollars is no small matter.

One US dollar can be worth two and a half silver dollars, 170 catties of rice.

The key is that this thing preserves value, is a scarce item, and is very difficult to get without channels.

His daughter and son-in-law far away in Yuezhou, and his wife's younger brother, complained every day that the US dollars in their hands were not enough to spend.

This is a rare timely rain.

"Cough cough, old Wu." Sister Mei saw him lose his composure and gave a look.

Wu Jingzhong hurriedly asked with concern: "Secretary Hong, what's going on with this injury?"

"The grain business was given to Kang Zuowen, Fourth Master Zhang of the Green Gang was dissatisfied with me, and sent dozens of people to chase and kill me."

"I almost didn't see the teacher and the lady."

Hong Zhiyou smiled bitterly with a depressed face.

"Good guts, come here."

"Section Chief Xiao, you go call someone immediately..."

Wu Jingzhong put one hand behind his back and was about to point at Section Chief Xiao to give an order.

Sister Mei hurriedly pulled him behind his back.

Wu Jingzhong swallowed the words that reached his mouth and reorganized the language: "Section Chief Xiao, immediately... call the Police Bureau, tell them to investigate, must investigate clearly and give Secretary Hong an explanation."

"Yes." Section Chief Xiao took the order and left.

Damn, it was all in vain... Hong Zhiyou cursed secretly.

You have to know that Li Ya was slapped a few times by the people of Regiment Commander Xu, and Wu Jingzhong was so angry that he directly tied people up and wanted to shoot the military officer who pleaded for mercy.

That was the person of Mou Tingfang of the 94th Army.

He was hacked like this by the Cao Gang's rascals, and he only let the police go out to investigate.

Investigation means nothing.

The play was performed in vain.

Hey, not a biological son, it's really not painful.

"Little Li, immediately send a car to send Secretary Hong to the Army Hospital, find the best doctor to treat the injury," Wu Jingzhong instructed the guard on the side.

"No need, just a small injury."

"Station Chief, Madam, it's getting late, goodbye."

Hong Zhiyou bowed slightly with a lonely look and walked out slowly with Wanqiu's support.

"Good stuff."

Wu Jingzhong couldn't wait to take out a magnifying glass to study the antiques.

"This little Hong really has ability, actually getting so many US dollars; this thing is hard to get now except for the Kong and Song families," Sister Mei picked up the US bills and smelled them greedily.

"Where did you get it? It was obtained by sleeping and playing mahjong with those wives all day."

"What do I say, those people have great ability, let you walk around with them more."

"Tomorrow, the wife of Mobile Corps Commander Tian of the Security Brigade called you to play mahjong, don't push it."

"In this era, they have more ways than us."

Wu Jingzhong glared at her, and his gaze returned to the antiques.

"They are all enchanting, I'm not used to seeing them," Sister Mei curled her lips.

"Old Wu, I think little Hong is not bad."

"How long has he been here, and he hasn't taken less things to our house, and the young man also understands etiquette, I think his mouth is quite tight."

"You always say how smart and good Yu Zecheng is, look at what Mu Liancheng's matter has been talked into."

"Talked for a long time, the dog traitor donated a China Merchants Building and a hospital."

"That has a dime relationship with us? It's really annoying."

"I think little Hong is much easier to use than him."

She grabbed a handful of dried fruits and blew the wind while eating.

"Zecheng is one of our own."

"He just arrived, many things haven't been pointed out, it will be fine slowly," Wu Jingzhong answered casually.

"Old Wu, what do you think about promoting little Hong?"

"Your old classmate Cheng Yiming opened a company in Xiangdao, our family's Rui Rui and Jian Kai also want to develop in Xiangdao and Malaysia, now everywhere needs money."

"Waiting for Zecheng to point out, the yellow flowers and vegetables are afraid of being cold."

"Little Hong has no background, he intends to cling to us, you might as well pull him."

Sister Mei reminded.

"You say it's clear that we are going to war now, who the world belongs to in the future is really hard to say."

"Division Chief Zhang, and those old classmates of yours are all looking for a way out, you have to consider it too."

"Except for Shanghai, Jinhai is the fattest."

"Taking advantage of Boss Dai's limelight, don't hide it, take more."

She chattered on the side.

Wu Jingzhong thought deeply.

He worked in North Manchuria before, which was a Japanese-occupied area, and he was worried all day and didn't get any oil and water.

It was not easy to send half of his family fortune, and Boss Dai nodded to let him come to Jinhai; the war situation is not yet determined, which is the golden period for making money.

It's hard to say if it really starts fighting.

It's time to hurry up.

"It's not that I don't want to promote him, he is just a second lieutenant, and he can't even reach a deputy section chief in terms of seniority."

"It's too obvious, the people below will not be convinced."

"That's not promoting him, it's harming him."

Wu Jingzhong knew how filthy the inside of the military statistics was, and there were many cases of mutual slaughter.

"A few days ago, I was at the military family association, Lu Qiaoshan's wife was so majestic, those merchant wives were all spinning around her, no one took me, the Station Chief's wife, seriously."

"Why, isn't it because he concurrently held the position of Police Chief."

"Current officials are not as good as current managers; these merchants and gangs are afraid of the police."

"Lu Qiaoshan doesn't know how much oil and water he has fished."

"Why not let little Hong be the Police Chief?"

Sister Mei felt angry when she thought of this.

"He has no rank, the Police Chief must be at least a major," Wu Jingzhong shook his head.

"You can let Liu Xiong hold it, let little Hong be the police assistant; little Hong is a reasonable person, and the benefits will be less for us then," Sister Mei said.

"Three cobblers are better than one Zhuge Liang, I think you are better than four cobblers," Wu Jingzhong's eyes flashed, and he laughed.

"With money, I can become Jiang Ziya."

"It just so happens that little Hong seems a bit unhappy tonight, let's not make people feel cold."

"Hurry up and implement this matter."

Sister Mei laughed proudly.

"Hey!"

"It's not that I don't want to stand up for him."

"A strong dragon cannot suppress a local snake, the Cao Gang is in the dark, we are in the light."

"During the Japanese occupation, even Shanmu Yicheng of the Special High Police dared to kill them; if they are really forced, these desperate people will shoot from the shadows every day, it's not easy to mess with."

Wu Jingzhong sighed.

He just wanted to make money safely, save enough capital for his daughter and son-in-law to open a factory, and be able to retire with peace of mind in the future.

He really didn't want to participate in the fighting and killing.

"Right, when did you teach little Hong? Why does he call you teacher too."

After being dull for a while, Sister Mei suddenly asked.

"If there is fear in the heart, if there is respect in the heart, who cannot be a teacher."

"This police assistant is him!"

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(End of this chapter)