Chapter 14: Not Worthy of Sympathy

In December, the temperature in Shanghai is not as cold as in the north. But at night, sometimes the temperature still drops to freezing. Hu Biao, who had been lying on the roof for a few hours, was also glad that he was wearing a cotton coat.

Looking at the patrol in charge of the commercial street patrol, walking past the door of the commercial house again, Hu Biao knew that if nothing happened, this patrol team would appear again in an hour. And this hour is Hu Biao's action time.

Lying on the roof for a few hours of surveillance, Hu Biao found that the proprietress of the commercial bank and the bookkeeper in charge of the financial affairs of the commercial bank did not come out again after entering the room in the backyard. In contrast, the boss's room on the second floor turned off the lights very late.

Through the previous surveillance, Hu Biao felt that he would first find the two little devils downstairs, and then find an opportunity to kill the little devils sleeping upstairs. In short, the three little devils who stayed in the firm tonight, Hu Biao would not let them see the sunrise tomorrow.

Got up from the hiding place, rubbed his somewhat numb hands and feet, Hu Biao sighed slightly: "I'm ready to start work!" Although this guy has good physical fitness, he still lacks professional training. Find time and train well! ”

Accepting the host's body, Hu Biao felt that this body was not bad. The foundation laid by martial arts training in his early years prevented Hu Biao from becoming a powerless person. Compared with his previous life, Hu Biao felt that this physique was not strong enough.

Knowing that physical exercise cannot be completed overnight, Hu Biao also plans to wait until he leaves Shanghai to find time to train for a while. Having a strong body can also increase your chances of surviving in this era.

For Hu Biao, he doesn't have many ideas now, he just wants to survive in this troubled world. Fighting devils is more of a joy of life. If he wants to continue this fun, he needs to be more prepared.

Along the roof beams that had climbed up earlier, Hu Biao walked cautiously. Fortunately, the quality of the house construction is good in these years, and there will be no situation where the house is empty. In order to avoid exposure, Hu Biao must act with extreme caution.

Coming to the wall of the backyard of the commercial house, Hu Biao listened carefully to the movement of the backyard room for a while, and after confirming that the two little devils in the house were asleep, Hu Biao climbed the edge of the wall with one hand and slowly slid down with both feet on the inner wall.

When his body was straightened, Hu Biao quickly landed on his feet as soon as he let go. Using his toes to land safely, Hu Biao was like a light tanuki without making any noise. This kind of infiltration war, Hu Biao did countless times in his previous life.

Hu Biao, who was holding a knife in one hand and a gun in the other, still walked forward. Walking in this way minimizes the sound of footsteps. Leaning in front of the bedroom window in the backyard, Hu Biao gently poked open the window paper pasted on the window.

Although glass in the Republic of China is no longer a rare thing, for many ordinary people, pasted windows are still reluctant to inlay glass. In front of this trading house, only the window on the second floor of the main entrance is inlaid with a few pieces of glass.

Hu Biao, who pierced the window paper, carefully observed the layout of the room with the help of the moonlight, which was not bright tonight. Not far from the window, Hu Biao could clearly hear the faint breathing of the two people on the bed after they fell asleep.

Smelling the strange smell wafting from the room, Hu Biao said thoughtfully: "It seems that the battle was quite fierce before!" ”

Knowing that after the hand-to-hand fight between men and women, it is easier for people to get tired and fall asleep, Hu Biao feels that the timing of tonight's selection is good. Now that the man and woman of the dog R have fallen asleep, Hu Biao must also hurry up and do it.

When he came to the door of the room, Hu Biao, who took out a dagger, gently swiped down along the crack of the door. When the knife edge felt resistance, Hu Biao pulled out the dagger a little more and continued to slash under the crack in the door.

Confirming that there was only one wooden bolt in the door, Hu Biao gently moved the bolt with the help of a dagger. When the deadbolt was opened, Hu Biao carefully pushed the door open. After stepping into the house, he closed the door again.

The reason why the door was closed was more because I was worried that the night breeze would blow into the room and wake up the two little devils lying on the bed. Taking advantage of the slightly dim light in the room, Hu Biao came to the bed where the two of them were resting.

Looking at the two people lying in the bed, although Hu Biao wanted to interrogate him, he finally decided to take less risks. As for the object of the forced confession, in the room on the second floor in front, there is a nominal boss waiting for him!

Although Hu Biao had the ability to control a man and a woman on the bed, he could not ensure that the other party might scream out in fright. If the voice reaches the boss on the second floor, things will seem a little tricky and troublesome.

Anyway, coming to the trading house tonight, in addition to robbing the materials and money stored by the trading house, it is more of a murder. Since sooner or later they have to be killed, it is better to simply deal with this pair of dogs* men and women first, and then go to 'comfort' the boss who was green.

With the help of the dim light of the room, Hu Biao could clearly see the other party's throat. In order to avoid the screams of the other party under severe pain, the only way to achieve this goal is to cut the throat of the other party as soon as possible.

Looking at the proprietress who was closest to him and was still half-revealing the white peaks, Hu Biao had no pity at all, and the sharp dagger that he always held in his hand instantly cut through the white and soft throat of the proprietress under the strength of Hu Biao's wrist.

"Little devil, don't deserve sympathy!"

Hu Biao, who has entered the state of actual combat killing, is very aware of the temptation of this body to himself. Before Hu Biao took over this body, in the face of such a fleshy body, I was afraid that the bloody kid would not be able to make this knife at all.

But for Hu Biao, who has crossed over, he has seen and tasted many flavors of beauties in his previous life. The proprietress in front of him, who had a good complexion but an average appearance, still couldn't impress him. is a more beautiful devil girl than this, Hu Biao also tasted it in his previous life.

The sharp pain from the throat woke up the sleeping proprietress instantly. Just when she was powerless to struggle, the blood-stained blade instantly cut through the throat of the onlooker male devil. For a moment, the two bodies began to convulse and struggle on the bed.

It's a pity that the two of them who woke up quickly felt the weight on them. What made the two even more frustrated was that one of the hands in the dark had been holding down their bodies, making them unable to move their bodies.

The sound of "woo woo" and "uh uh" couldn't get any pity from Hu Biao at all. From the day he came out of the Sixing Warehouse, Hu Biao decided in his heart to punish the little devils, whether they were expatriates or soldiers.

"The war itself is cruel and bloody, and there is no room for any mercy, let alone a national war! Sometimes, these little devils in civilian clothes are far more hateful than those in military uniforms. Kill, don't feel guilty! ”

In his previous life, he was in the circle of African mercenaries, and Hu Biao had seen too many bloody and tragic battle scenes. He is well aware that the so-called 'war drives civilians away' is simply an empty phrase. In all wars, civilians are the most helpless and suffering party.

What's more, after the little devils invaded China in an all-out way, how many good people were murdered by them? What Hu Biao is doing now is just revenge. Killing one more devil may save one or even several good people of the Celestial Empire.

Killing or saving people, the key depends on the executor, how to look at this issue!

When the two bodies under control completely stopped struggling in the quilt, Hu Biao waited for a while. With one hand free, he tested the tip of the opponent's nose and abdomen. After confirming that the other party was breathing and heartbeat, he walked down from the bed.

Feeling the extra smell of blood in the room, Hu Biao didn't feel any discomfort. After a brief turn in the room, Hu Biao didn't take anything, and left the room very quickly and walked towards the building in front.

The rest of the time is still very full, first deal with the other person in the firm, and the remaining time is enough for Hu Biao to search carefully. If you want to find out the secrets of the trading house, it will be difficult to do so without lighting the lamp.

Walking down the wooden staircase, Hu Biao was very careful to come to the room where the boss lived alone on the second floor. To Hu Biao's surprise, the room where the boss lived did not have a door. Even when the door opened, a strong smell of alcohol came to my face.

"It seems that it's a coincidence that I'm here tonight, as an intelligence officer, I dare to drink and get drunk, when did the members of the special high class of the little devil become so unprofessional? If you want to find out the reason, this boss needs to have a good trial. ”

In Hu Biao's opinion, only this boss is left in the entire firm. Before killing, it is still necessary to try it for the first time. It's just that the place of interrogation can't be placed here. In order to avoid alarming nearby residents, Hu Biao thought of a good interrogation location.

The warehouse located at the back of the commercial bank, as long as the door is closed, even if the boss shouts for help, I believe that no one will hear it. What's more, Hu Biao may not give the other party a chance to call for help.

With this thought, Hu Biao soon came to the side of the owner of the trading house who was drinking. Covering the other party's mouth, at the moment of his awakening, he gently pressed the carotid artery in his neck, and the boss fell into a brief coma.

Taking this opportunity, Hu Biao, who found a roll of rope, found another piece of cloth and stuffed it into the other party's mouth. Confirming that the other party couldn't struggle and couldn't shout, Hu Biao picked up the fainting boss and came to the backyard warehouse of the commercial house.

All that's left to do is to take out the information he wants from the boss's mouth. As for whether the boss can do it rather die than say, Hu Biao actually wants to test it. I've heard that the intelligence officers of the special high class are all professionally trained!