From the name of the temple, it appears to be a charity, but in fact it is an out-and-out opium company. Sheng Xuanhuai's grandson, Sheng Wenyi, took refuge in the Japanese, became a traitor, and frantically collected money for the Japanese.

Under the protection of the Japanese devils, Hongji Shantang has set up branches in many cities, and colluded with the "special industry associations" composed of opium dealers from all over the country to form a large network of drug trafficking, selling, and smoking with Shanghai as the distribution center and Nanjing, Suzhou, Wuxi, Hangzhou and other places as sub-centers.

The Lido Ballroom was already crowded with people and traffic, and the anniversary celebration of Wang Chai Charity Hall is today.

Dignified guys greeted each other and walked into the ballroom with a smile.

These bastards poison their compatriots with opium*, collect wealth for the devils, make bombs and guns, and slaughter the people.

If the sages are the accumulation of moral cultivation, these traitors are the opposite, the reduction of moral cultivation.

Greed, superficiality, stupidity, boredom, and even ferocity, that's exactly what the Japanese like to want.

The Japanese like them just as the Japanese like the Chinese opium smoke. They have absolutely no shame, and they will never be moved by any morality or justice.

Moreover, they are only afraid of death. Killing is the simplest way to deal with them, just as the only way to eradicate the plague of locusts is to kill them all.

Who will kill them?

Every real Chinese, every Chinese who has been badly harmed by them, killing them and killing Japanese is the unshirkable responsibility of every citizen.

Shen Chen, who had been dressed up, wore Chu Jiao, who was wearing heavy makeup, and successfully blended into the dance hall with a fake invitation.

Only then did Chu Jiao know how clever Shen Chen's makeup skills were, his complexion changed, the corners of his eyes drooped, coupled with black-rimmed glasses and a Japanese-style mustache, it was completely like two people.

Shen Chen had already told her the specific location of the gun and bullets, and after the two went in, they went separately to get them. When they came out of the bathroom and met again, the two were already armed.

Grenades, pistols, and a relatively large number of bullets were enough for the two of them to carry out a massacre of the burly spirits in the dance hall.

Shen Chen looked at the traitors in the field, but unfortunately he couldn't bring in heavy weapons. There is a Chicago violin, swept suddenly, watching the traitor's flesh and blood fly, that's enjoyable!

At this moment, Shen Chen saw a middle-aged man in a Japanese-style suit walking towards the bathroom, followed by a bodyguard, carrying a box cannon.

With a sneer, Shen Chen glanced at Chu Jiao, turned around and went to the bathroom.

The middle-aged man came in, glanced at Shen Chen casually, stopped at the urinal, and untied his trouser belt.

After draining the water, the middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief and walked out while tying his belt.

Suddenly, Shen Chen swooped down from behind him, his arms wrapped around his neck, and the steel cone quickly pierced into his temple.

The guy had his mouth wide open, but he couldn't make a sound, his hands and feet twitched, and he struggled.

Shen Chen used both hands to push and push, and got this guy into the cubicle. The guy finally stopped struggling, and a stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Shen Chen threw the body on the toilet, tidied up his clothes, turned around and walked out.

"Your boss seems to be unwell and vomiting." Shen Chen pushed open the door and said to the bodyguards outside in a serious manner.

The bodyguard was stunned for a moment, then walked in. Shen Chen twisted his backhand, locked the door, and called him behind the bodyguard who was looking around.

The bodyguard turned his head in a daze and looked at Shen Chen.

Suddenly, he only felt a sharp pain in his throat, Shen Chen's big hand like iron tongs pinched his Adam's apple, and the steel needle flashed a little cold light, piercing his eyes.

The force of this moment was fierce, fierce and accurate, piercing his eyes and piercing the back of his head.

All doctors know that there is only one part of the human body that can be destroyed to cause instant death, which is the motor reflex nerve area of the brain.

The human head is a relatively large target, about 20 to 25 centimeters in diameter. But the part that can really make an instant death is actually very small.

The brain, where the motor reflex nerve is controlled, is located behind the eye and is less than six centimeters in size.

In other words, in the case of hostage-taking, either the commander or the sniper himself wants the bullet to hit the terrorist and kill him instantly.

However, even the best snipers, paired with the best sniper rifles, and specially made high-precision bullets, will never guarantee this desired effect.

Because, even if the terrorist was shot instantly, the involuntary spasmodic convulsions of the nerves and muscles in the arm would have led to the shooting of the hostages.

So, if a sniper wants to kill an enemy with a single shot, he can only aim at six centimeters, not twenty to twenty-five centimeters.

Coupled with the effects of humidity, density, wind direction, angle, air pressure, bullet parabola, and after-action forces, it is indeed very difficult for an ordinary special forces sniper to deliver a blow that can achieve instant death from a distance of 200 meters.

Fortunately, Shen Chen and Chu Jiao didn't need to do this so strictly when sniping. In other words, you don't have to think about the instant death of your opponent.

They usually aim at the enemy's entire head, as well as the chest, and this is the difference between killing in war and rescuing hostages in peacetime.

The bodyguard really died instantly this time, and before he even had time to kick his legs, his body went limp.

Shen Chen slowly pulled out the steel needle, and a drop of blood fell from the tip and dripped on the bodyguard's face.

Chu Jiao saw Shen Chen come out of the bathroom, his outfit had changed, and it was estimated that the box cannon had also arrived on him.

Shen Chen nodded at Chu Jiao, and the two walked towards the venue side by side.

The celebration has already begun, and the front is densely packed with people. On the rostrum, a guy in a suit and leather shoes was holding a speech in the vernacular, and his gong-like voice was annoying.

“…… The Empire of Japan, a friendly country, is a great power in the world, and it is true that we can hold this celebration today for the creation of a friendly ......."

The applause rang out, Shen Chen glanced at Chu Jiao and decided to act.

The timing is just right, the dancers are waiting to be called on the periphery, and the dense crowd in front is all traitors, so you don't have to worry too much about accidental injury.

Chu Jiao covered up, and Shen Chen took out four grenades from his waist behind a pillar that unscrewed the lid and revealed the fire ring.

There was another burst of applause, whether perfunctory or polite, the traitors' attention was basically on the rostrum, and they didn't notice the killer standing outside the crowd.

At a close distance, Shen Chen raised his hand suddenly, and two grenades flew into the crowd with clear smoke, leaving only two rings on his fingers.

The hand rose and fell, Shen Chen grabbed the grenade in his left hand, directly pulled the fire, and threw it again.

Chu Jiao drew her gun and took aim, aiming at the guy who was spitting on the rostrum.

The bullet flew out of the chamber of the gun, swept through the air, and hit the target at the same time that the shots were heard.

The traitor holding the speech burst out with blood on his eyebrows, his eyes immediately glazed, and his head was carried back by the force of the bullet, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

Just as the people screamed, an explosion rang out.

Rumble! It was like a boulder thrown into calm water, and the people around the explosion point fell in a piece of flesh and blood.

The explosions rang out incessantly, and four loud bangs drowned out the chaotic screams.

After the loud bang, the ballroom was in chaos, and the dancers on the periphery let out a piercing scream and fled in panic.

The traitors also let out a shout that was not like a human voice, and fled out with a rolling belt.

Da Da Da ...... The box cannon in Shen Chen's hand shot a fan horizontally, and a shuttle of bullets was instantly emptied, and the crowd burst out with blood flowers, and screams came and went.

Bah, Bah, Bah! Chu Jiao held a gun in both hands, one by one, and shot the bastard in front of him.

Emptying the magazine, Shen Chen threw off the box cannon, and his hand reached out in his waist, and the pistol was already in his hand. With a move, he and Chu Jiao formed a two-person tactical formation, firing at the traitor.

There were so many traitors, hundreds of people crowded together, running around, shooting and killing almost without aim.

The cooperation between Shen Chen and Chu Jiao's usual practice also played the greatest role, you squatted with me, you changed the magazine and I covered, the gunfire did not stop, and they killed all the way to the back door.

Bang! Chu Jiao shot out, and a traitor fell on his back while clutching his chest.

Bang! Shen Chen hit the target with one shot, and as soon as this guy pulled out his gun, his head became a rotten watermelon.

Brush! Shen Chen already had an extra dagger in his left hand, and the cold light flashed, and a traitor who had just gotten up from the ground clattered his neck with blood spraying wildly.

Chu Jiao's footsteps swiped and reached Shen Chen's back.

The empty magazine landed, she reached out and probed at Shen Chen's lower waist, a new magazine had arrived, clicked twice, and the bullet was reloaded.

The indescribable excitement and pleasure that the wanton killing brought to Chu Jiao, all the exercises were now brought to the extreme, and the guns were shot fiercely, quickly and accurately.

Shen Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, he was still so calm, and his shooting was still so rhythmic. In addition to the traitors who have no resistance, he also has to take care of the bodyguards brought by the traitors.

Although these bodyguards were staggered by the crowd fleeing, there were also one or two who reacted quickly and pulled out their guns and stepped forward.

Shen Chen had already killed the three guys who didn't have long eyes, and quickened his pace, leading Chu Jiao and the fleeing traitors to shorten the distance.

Mixed together, those bodyguards are not easy to find targets; And the evacuation also needs the help of those who are running away.

Each of them had used up three magazines, and Shen Chen and Chu Jiao had already killed from this end of the dance hall to that side.

Shen Chen pushed Chu Jiao, Chu Jiao understood, stopped shooting, ran wildly, threw away the gun, and plunged into the flow of people fleeing from the back door.

Phew, Bah! Shen Chen turned sideways and killed two traitors. Then he rolled forward and kicked on the ground, and he was already behind the couch when he was squeezed down.

He did not get up immediately, but blended into the crowd with a very low posture, using his hands and feet, or rather crawling with a roll.

A grenade slipped from Shen Chen's body, and the fleeing people were so busy that no one noticed the smoking Grim Reaper beneath their feet.

Shen Chen squeezed left and right, relying on his skill and strength, he had already gone out more than ten meters in a few seconds.

Rumble! An explosion sounded behind him.

Even with a lot of meat shields to provide cover, the explosion shook Shen Chen's ears. In the howl of ghosts and wolves behind him, Shen Chen accelerated his speed more and more.

There was already chaos outside the Lido Ballroom, and there were too many people who had escaped.

The cars honked frantically, and the frightened people fled as usual.

In total, more than 1,000 people participated in this anniversary celebration. Except for the dead and wounded, they all crowded to the road in front of the dance hall, and even the police cars and patrols who rushed to hear the news could not get close.

Shen Chen saw Chu Jiao, not far ahead. With a left fist and a right elbow, he continued to move forward amid screams, and soon arrived behind Chu Jiao.

There was a light ahead, and the two rushed out the ballroom through the back door.

Shen Chen stretched out his hand to grab Chu Jiao, walked to the right, and hurried along the wall.

Chu Jiao just looked down and saw the hand on her arm. With the ring on her finger that she was familiar with, she immediately relaxed, and did not strike back.

In front and behind were people, with frightened faces and hurried steps.

The two murderers, Shen Chen and Chu Jiao, were mixed in, and no one bothered to take a closer look. Of course, Shen Chen's glasses and beard were gone, but Chu Jiao's face was even more flowery.

The plan is very good, the key is that there are many people, all of them are frightened birds, and they are in a hurry to escape, and the patrol cannot intercept them.

Shen Chen and Chu Jiao walked along the fence for a while, turned right onto the road.

There are a lot fewer people here, and the dance hall is still crowded, and if you park your car there, you won't be able to get out.

Shen Chen breathed a sigh of relief, Chu Jiao seemed to be the same as him, and both of them saw the car parked on the side of the road in front of them.

Approaching, Shen Chen sat in the co-pilot, and Chu Jiao got into the back door. The car started up, got on the road, and sped off into the distance.

Shen Chen leaned his head back, feeling relaxed, and even wanted to hum a few small songs.

Separation of people and guns, this is a measure just in case. Even if the opponent tries to use the discarded gun at the scene as a clue, they will be disappointed.

The further you go, the safer it seems. Pedestrians are still walking as usual, and it is normal to see patrols occasionally.

At that time, there was a lack of effective and fast communication tools, and when the patrol house in the French Concession found out that the situation was serious, even if they wanted to block the road, they would not be so fast.

The car drove into the public concession, drove for a while, and stopped on the side of the road.

Shen Chen jumped out of the car, raised his hand, and the car drove forward again.

Walking through an alley, Shen Chen saw his car with a new license plate.

After getting into the car and starting, Shen Chen drove straight home. Now, he's basically completely relaxed.

If you don't kill, it's enough, if you want to kill, it will be earth-shattering, and try to achieve the greatest results.

Back at the residence, Shen Chen washed up, picked up a book and read it.

After a massacre that shook Shanghai, he was not so excited that he was restless, as if he had just gone out for a stroll, calm and serene.

Time passed quickly, and by the time Shen Chen felt hungry, it was already noon.

He marked the pages and got up to go out to eat.

At this time, the phone rang, and it was Cao Yixin calling. The bloody case at the Lido Ballroom has been informed by well-informed media.