PS: I'm sorry, dear friends, I came back late and drank more. Sorry for being late for this chapter.

Primorsky Krai of Soviet Russia, bordering the Pacific Ocean, is low-lying.

As long as it is not on the days when the mountains are covered by heavy snow, there are more than 160 foggy days a year.

The meals of the Chinese migrant workers were at 9 a.m. and 8 p.m., after the breakfast and dinner of the Japanese people.

The chopsticks factory's machine qì is automatic, and it doesn't require much advanced culture, and there are the least number of Chinese workers there, only about a dozen people.

The rest of the people were all logging in the mountains, and there were more than twenty or thirty workers in each place, and more than ten people in the least places.

At a place like the one just now, there are fifteen workers.

In fact, in any place, it is normal for migrant workers to go out to work and get the income they deserve.

These people have never left their county because they have little culture.

After receiving the task of recruiting laborers, Shenjiang and other big cities gave the quota to some small counties.

In the eyes of farmers, what has been recommended by government functional departments must be a good place.

Nima, you can figure it out with a pig's brain, the country is only a big place, and its own population is one or two hundred million, will their country be short of people?

It can only be said that those officials don't use their brains at all for the sake of political achievements.

There are so many Japanese people, why do you have to go to our country to recruit people?

There are only two possibilities: the first is that the wages are so low that they can't make ends meet.

Regardless of whether they are Chinese or Chinese, ordinary people are very kind. There are classes available. If you can maintain a life of political achievements, no one will have any complaints.

In other words, this salary cannot even guarantee the most basic livelihood of the Japanese people.

The second possibility. It is quite dangerous, and it can be life-threatening at any time.

It is the instinct of human beings to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and who would want to go to a high-risk production place if they know the inside story?

However, the Chinese workers lured by the Japanese devils did not belong to either of the above two situations.

First of all, they don't treat the Chinese as human beings at all.

Doing such heavy work, there are only two meals. I can't get enough at every meal. Some workers who couldn't stand it were tortured to death, how strict the situation must be.

Secondly. Nor did they think about paying Chinese workers.

The common people are kind, they came out of their hometown, and when they arrived in Shenjiang, they had to go from there to the Japanese country.

Along the way, there were planes and ships. In their opinion. That's a lot of money.

So, when these people let them earn their own money, they have no complaints.

Of course, just this is the case, Wushan is a big deal to reason with them, as for the dead people, let's pay financial compensation.

Didn't the peasants come out of the poor countryside just to earn some money?

From the words of the little devil just now. Wushan's intuition is that there is a problem in it, and it is quite big.

It is said that once a Japanese man accidentally took a pair of chopsticks of their own making. He was beaten by the president.

They usually get paid in the company, and they are members of the Yamaguchi-gumi, so don't they have to support their families?

A pair of chopsticks, how much is it worth? So, there's definitely something wrong with that. And the final place where chopsticks are sold, a little funny, is actually China.

For killing, especially the descendants of devils who have burned and looted on the territory of our country, Wushan has no psychological burden.

Not to mention, they themselves deserve to die. You don't treat us Chinese as people, why do I treat you as people?

Although I have been out of the army for so many years, I still miss the days on the battlefield in my bones.

It's a pity that with the rise of the position, there is no chance to fight in person on the position.

In his bones, this feeling of life and death in charge is quite wonderful.

What's more, there is no psychological burden on killing Japanese people.

The road to the pass is not bad, it is a rough road.

If the Japanese want to make money, they can't drag the cut down trees with manpower.

The further you go up the mountain, the thinner the fog becomes, and when you reach the pass, there is no fog at all.

Standing on the pass, Wushan carefully looked at the depression in the dense fog, which was a small basin, about three kilometers square.

It is full of factories, after all, from the whole wood to a pair of chopsticks, there are still a few processes inside.

There is smoke and fog, and only the general outline can be seen, and the specific details cannot be seen clearly. Wood is abundant here, and it is normal for the Japanese people to use wood waste to burn fires.

But Wushan is a master of art and bold, even if he is in an unfamiliar environment, he doesn't care, and he doesn't care if he can see down clearly, he will go down after a little hit on the environment.

Kindness?

I haven't been gone for a while, it's a gazebo, when will the little devil know how to enjoy it?

There, there was a man leaning his back against the pillar of the gazebo, babbling and humming an unknown Japanese minor.

He calculated that to solve the final mystery, maybe only the bullshit president could know the answer.

Quietly stepped forward, until he turned the man's head around, and he didn't react yet, so he became a fool.

I continued to walk down without running into a single person.

However, the status of the dead ghost just now in their company is obviously not low.

Early in the morning, everyone performed their own duties, and the 43 Japanese people managed 351 Chinese laborers, and the specific posts were all their own people.

In Asia, there are two countries that are admired by Wusan, and one is the Goryeo nation, especially South Goryeo.

The other happens to be the dog and the nation.

These two peoples, their superiority and inferiority, are as strict as China's feudal society.

Just now, this person came to play leisurely, and there is no doubt that he is an official.

According to Inoue's confession, the first factory after going down the mountain was the profile workshop.

It took more than ten minutes for Wushan to arrive here cautiously.

In Primorsky Krai at the end of April on the Gregorian calendar, ice ballast can be seen early in the morning in many places.

And our compatriots, in rags, are generally dressed in big trousers.

The same goes for this profile shop. There are about 30 of them, and they are busy in the workshop.

The windows of the workshop were unprotected, and a piece of plastic sheeting was nailed to the window frame.

The plastic rotted with some holes. Looking inside from the outside, it was smoky.

A few overseers-like people laughed and cursed at the door, as if they were saying that a real Russian girl could take off her pants for ten dollars.

He also said that the virgin had everything for the twenty dollars he added.

I am very suspicious that this group of Japanese people is not as tall as the breasts of Soviet and Russian women. What will happen then?

The machine in the room roared, and Wu Shan secretly counted it, and there were only four people. As long as they are all disposed of in the shortest possible time, there is not much danger.

"Yaga, what are you doing?" He suddenly appeared behind a man and covered the man's mouth. Twist your hand. It's solved.

Before the three people next to him could react, Wu Shan was quick to kill two people.

"Uh??? Next, I ??? We didn't ??? There is a ??? for you The loss of the Yamaguchi-gumi ??? Face! ”

The rest of the people think that they are from the underground, and this is easy to do.

"Hmph, talk about women during work hours, and do you still say no?" Wu Shan's mouth was close to his ear: "Say, why are there suddenly two more people here?" ”

He could distinguish voices on his own. But untrained little devils must not be able to hear clearly in a noisy environment.

"I ??? It's the extra ??? One. He lowered his head, already incoherent: "My name is Sasaki." Come over to see if they are serious and chat casually. ”

What's the name of Guan Nima, it turns out that he came to inspect?

The more the man spoke, the more coherent he became, and death still didn't let him go.

There were only thirty-seven people left.

The Chinese laborers in the workshop were not aware of the situation outside.

He shook his head and walked to the front right, where the cafeteria was.

Among them, there are three cooks and seven small workers, just ten.

It didn't take much effort to deal with the people in this.

There was only one sturdy worker, who, after the others had died, was running outside with a kitchen knife and howling as he wielded it.

It's a pity that he miscalculated, and the whole mountain valley was full of roars, and the two of them had to shout out when they spoke, so they couldn't hear it clearly.

There was a huge force behind his ass, and he fell and ate shit.

Turning around in horror, the hand raised by the Killer Demon King was infinitely larger in front of his eyes, and then he didn't know anything.

Sixteen people were disposed of before and after, and all the corpses were slightly hidden, so that no one else would see it and cause unnecessary trouble.

It's been a long time since I've done it so casually, and Wu Shan's heartbeat has accelerated a little.

There are two chopstick-making workshops.

The best wooden chopsticks in a workshop are sold in China by the Japanese people themselves.

The other crude product was shipped to China for sale.

At the door of the Chinese workshop, as usual, only two people stood guard and took it without difficulty.

The supervisors of the Waguo workshop have four more, six people.

It's good that one person smokes at the door, and the other five patrol back and forth inside.

Solve the door, and the supervisor in the workshop also broke his neck one after another.

This feeling made Wushan feel a sense of familiarity that he had not seen for a long time, a bit like breaking ears of corn in the field in his previous life.

However, one hand can break one in the field, and to kill the Japanese people, you need two hands, one to cover your mouth, and the other hand to twist it.

The murder in the workshop was naturally discovered by the Chinese.

All along, they dared not speak out against the Japanese people.

The sudden arrival of this person, everyone didn't know what his identity was, and their eyes showed joy.

After Wushan made a shushing gesture, they all nodded to each other and did their work in an orderly manner.

In the corner of the workshop by the door, there was a pile of sawdust, and he buried six corpses in it.

In less than two hours, letting twenty-four Japanese people leave this world, Wushan felt quite a sense of accomplishment.

A pack of cigarettes was found from the body of the man who was smoking at the door, the cigarette called Seven?Star tasted like Western cigarettes, and after only one puff, it was extinguished.

The decent two-story building in front of it is the office and bedroom of the Japanese people.

The second floor is occupied by the company's managers, and there are eleven people. Below is the room for the average employee.

Their offices and bedrooms sit together like a suite of suites. The outside office is the sleeping place inside.

In broad daylight, the people on the ground floor were not at the door of the workshop just now. He went to oversee the work on the mountain.

Rao is like this, Wushan still searched every room very carefully, and there was actually someone sleeping in one room.

He smacked his lips, not knowing what he was dreaming about, so he slept in his dreams.

Inoue described it relatively clearly, but it was not as good as his own field observation.

On the second floor, upstairs, is the finance class. Seven people were in it.

Four people were playing bridge, and three people were watching from the sidelines.

Compared to the simple conditions of the workshop, the office space and the bedroom of Taimeng. The soundproofing was pretty good.

The Chinese also take a nap during the day, while the Chinese spend the rest of their time working except for a short rest while eating.

As rulers of a radius of forty or fifty square kilometers, they certainly did not want to be disturbed during their breaks.

As soon as Wushan entered, he came to the door. The room suddenly became a lot darker.

"What are you doing?" A middle-aged man with a slightly bald head scolded: "Baga." Hurry up and open the door. ”

"No!" Wu Shan shook his head and slowly approached him: "With the resources of our Yamaguchi Group, you are here to eat a vegetarian meal, why are you kept?" ”

Before the words fell, there was a "bang" sound, and I saw that I was out of breath.

"Such people themselves should not live in the world, do you say?" Wu Shan had already approached the man next to him.

There was another "click", and the man's goldfish eyes bulged out.

The remaining five people don't know who took the lead. Fell to his knees with a thud.

"Bang bang bang", they kowtowed vigorously: "We are not negligent in our duties. It was all Mr. Fukuhara who asked us to come over and have fun. You may not know it, but he is the brother-in-law of President Muto. ”

"Am I wrong about you?" Wu Shan sneered and flashed to the right, and the other person's neck was broken.

Who wants to die? Of the remaining four, two got up and ran out.

Unfortunately, after quickly disposing of the remaining two, Wushan chased after them and kicked one by one, and with two pops, they fell to the ground.

There was no one in the rest of the room, and at the end of the hallway, there was a sign that said the president's office.

"You're Muto?" As soon as he entered the door, Wushan saw a lean middle-aged man walking around the room with his hands behind his back.

"Your Excellency?" The man's eyes rolled slowly towards his desk.

"Don't waste your time," Wu Shan shook his head lightly and sat down at his desk first: "I was sent from above to check on you." Say, what did you put in your chopsticks? ”

"What are you talking about?" Muto looked out the door in a panic.

"Don't look at it, I said hello, and I won't come." Wu Shan had a calm face: "Many people have died using your chopsticks in China, and they are questioning our government." ”

"You're lying!" Muto trembled and stretched out his fingers: "Chopsticks don't eat dead people at all, and it can't be so fast, just use our chopsticks to get addicted." ”

What's that? Wu Shan frowned.

"Opium!" He suddenly remembered: "Could it be that the chopsticks were soaked in opium water?" ”

"You're Chinese, right?" Muto calmed down and sat down on a stool: "It's a pity, you won't know anything. ”

Worst!

Wushan smelled the smell of gunpowder, and as soon as he turned over, he jumped down from the window, and rolled forward several times.

With a bang, Muto's room exploded, shaking the ground.

Damn devils, and their ancestors have a virtue.

It seems that all the secrets are in Muto's room, and no one else has been affected.

The rest is relatively simple, organize the Chinese in the workshop and let them hold every place.

Aren't the Japanese people going to eat at noon? Come back and bring it over.

The Chinese migrant workers hated these people to the extreme, and the rest were beaten to death by them.

The miserable cry made even Wushan feel a little terrible.

Finally, all the Wakoku people went to see their Amaterasu Okami.

"Comrade, here comes a Russian!" At this time, a migrant worker named Sang Laifu hurriedly ran over to report. (To be continued......)