The boss opened the paper wrapped on the outside layer by layer, revealing the plaster-like brown stuff inside. The boss picked a little bit with his little finger and put it in his mouth, smacking his lips, and the smile became even stronger.

"Yes, yes, little brother, are you going to sell it?" The boss said affectionately.

"The old man in the family is so good, he has no choice but to buy it to honor him. Didn't the old man travel west with a crane a few days ago, and the rest had to be sold. Boss, do you always give a price? Xiaobao said.

"The little brother is a dutiful son. Everyone knows that big smoke is poisonous, but there is nothing that can be done about the old man's good mouthful. This big smoke is three taels, how about I give you three hundred yuan? The boss said.

"Three hundred is three hundred, and the boss is happy." Xiaobao slapped his hand on the table and said.

"Okay, I'll get you the money." After saying that, the boss bent down and pulled the drawer.

Seeing the boss bending over, a trace of confusion flashed on Xiaobao's face, but he still made a move like lightning, cut the boss's neck with a hand knife, and then hugged the boss's body with both hands and slowly put it on the ground.

Xiaobao walked out of the back room, tiptoed through the hallway, and gently lifted the curtain of the door.

The young man was looking down at the ledger.

Xiaobao gritted his teeth and rushed out with an arrow step.

As soon as the man looked up, his right hand reached his waist.

It's late! Xiaobao snorted secretly, and reached out with the thumb and index finger of his right hand to clasp the guy's throat tightly!

A hint of surprise flashed in the man's eyes, his body trembled, and a pair of eyes slowly bulged out.

After half a cup of tea, Xiaobao let go of his hand, and the guy fell to the ground like a noodle pocket.

Xiaobao quickly opened the curtain, closed the door and inserted the beam. Unbuttoned the man's long coat, revealing the man's slanted shoulders and carrying a holster.

King Eight Box!

Xiao Poke knew that no one in the Manchukuo army was equipped with this kind of gun, and no one in the police was equipped with this kind of gun. Only the Japanese are equipped with such guns.

Could it be that Lao Tzu killed a Japanese man today and knocked another one unconscious!

Xiaobao stood up and listened through the window paper, walked back and dragged the body into the hallway. Then he walked into the back room and reached into the boss's waist to untie his trousers.

Fuck, Xiaobao actually touched a leather belt!

Xiaobao is so big that there is no ordinary person who ties a belt, and it is all a cloth belt wrapped around his waist.

Xiaobao was already sweating, and said in his heart that I killed the Japanese to avenge you. In the dark, Xiaobao seemed to hear the big cabinet scolding a little deflated calf, looking for an excuse for your grandma's legs!

hurriedly strangled the boss's hands with a belt, and Xiaobao untied the boss's shoelaces to tie the boss's feet.

Xiaobao wanted to wake up and ask, if it was the water fragrance on the mountain to find out the news, he would kill it with peace of mind. If it was really the Japanese, they would have to kill them even if they broke the ground. But it's all murder anyway, what's the fucking difference if you don't ask or not!

Xiaobao's head was a mess, and he secretly scolded himself for not coming to sell big cigarettes. Thinking of the big smoke, Xiaobao's body bounced up, and he was busy picking up the big smoke paste on the ground, carefully wrapping it and putting it in his arms. That's money!

Xiaobao carefully opened the drawer again, and turned out a stack of tickets and four Yuan Datou inside. took out the cloth bag containing the money, opened it, put the stack of tickets and Yuan Datou into it, wrapped it and put it in his arms.

I thought you pulled a drawer and took a gun and ate black. Could it be that you really want to do business with me?

Xiaobao searched for a while, and finally found a Wang Ba box under the inkstone. The bottom of the inkstone is actually empty!

Xiaobao felt more and more wrong, none of the beards he had encountered before were so ghostly.

Xiaobao turned the manual bumper of a gun into a safe position and inserted it into his lower back. The other gun was on fire.

To kill or not to kill, not to kill but already exposed, will the Japanese let themselves go? I once asked the old man for directions, will he find himself?

Xiao Baosi couldn't make up his mind after thinking about it, and his eyes swept to the ground, so frightened that he almost dropped the gun.

I saw the boss lying on his side on the ground, looking at him calmly.

"You, you're awake?"

"I saw you thinking about things and didn't bother you." The boss said calmly.

"You really wanted to do business with me - money for cigarettes?" Xiaobao asked.

"It's true, how did you see us?" The boss asked.

"The guy turned around with a bulging bag on his buttocks, and it looked like a gun." Xiaobao said.

"Baga, you Chinese don't take things seriously and sloppy at all. I've taught me a few times that I don't have a long memory - dogs can't change their! The boss said angrily.

"Yes, if he is serious, I will do business with you in a daze, and it would be good to take the money and walk away! It's good now, it's hard to ride a tiger. Xiaobao slapped his thigh.

"Hey, wait. You Chinese, how can you say that you are really Japanese? Xiaobao came back to his senses.

"What about the Japanese, Japan-Manchurian Concord. You knocked me out with a good hand, which one? The boss said in a hurry, and hurriedly diverted the topic.

"Xingyimen's" Xiaobao said honestly.

"Xingyi Gate? Who are you in the two rivers of Jiming Mountain? The boss asked.

"Liangjiang is good, I know, there are more than 100 people under my hands. But I know him, and he doesn't know me. Xiaobao said.

"What does the rolling of the mountains have to do with you?" The boss asked again.

"I also know that he rolled on the ground a few times before going down the mountain to smash the kiln, saying that he could have a long distance. But I know him, he doesn't know me. Xiaobao said.

"Wait, Liangjiang is a master of Xingyi Boxing, I know. How do you say that rolling all over the ground will also be Xingyi fist? Do you Japanese know all this? Xiaobao said in shock.

The boss looked pale, and immediately said solemnly: "Zhang Guangcailing's thirty-six little bandits are bullish, I don't dare to say that I know everything, there are always seven, seven, eight, eight." ”

"Little brother, I don't think you're the right way to be a beard. You have to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground. How about following me? The boss said earnestly.

"What kind of immortal are you?" Xiaobao squatted down and asked.

"Suifenhe Branch of the Intelligence Headquarters of the Kwantung Army." The boss said solemnly.

"It's not easy to be a beard, you have to lie on the ice and snow. In fact, you are also the right people, and the people who are responsible go to rob the people who are responsible have a troubled conscience. Sometimes even the poor family's broken quilts and pickle jars are robbed - there is no ** to give birth to a son! The boss said earnestly.

Xiao Bao was silent.

"You're still young and have a great future! That guy is also a Manchurian, but he is extremely unserious about his work, otherwise he would not be where he is today. After the boss finished speaking, he looked at Xiaobao with a look of hatred for iron and steel.

"Young man, go the right way! Follow us Japanese people to have a great future! The boss said in an accentuated tone.

Xiaobao put his hands on the boss's shoulders, "Boss, you're right, you're so right!" ”

Suddenly, Xiaobao grabbed the boss's neck with both hands. "The reason is so clear, why don't you do personnel! Why kill people and set fires! Aren't all Japanese a**? I'll strangle you, you big Japanese fool! ”

The boss was speechless, kicked his legs on the ground, and his body arched into a shrimp. Slowly stopped moving - dead.

Xiaobao slowly stood up.

The Japanese are terrible, just with this pure Northeast Da Dumpling accent, it's terrible!