At the end of the hallway, I don't know who pulled the window shut with force, making a loud noise.

Nagao glanced at the rank of the major general beside him slightly embarrassed, he raised his hand and explained, "Actually, this is just a way to show your respect, we ......"

Huo Zuo rubbed the cup in his hand at this moment and interrupted him with a sentence: "Mr. Nagao, you know that my elders once said to me an old saying, called 'When you talk about righteousness, you want to drink, and when you talk about business, you drink tea'." ”

Long Tail looked at him slightly puzzled, and was about to reach out to get his cup, but Huo Zuo directly put the teacup on the small table in front of him, although his voice was soft, but every word was very clear: "But I didn't come to this place today to have tea with you and your friends." ”

Huo Zuo grabbed the top hat that was put aside and stood up, and nodded slightly with the two Japanese: "I'm sorry, neither the Blue Dragon Society nor my personal companies will cooperate with the Japanese." At present, the situation is complicated, and there is nothing non-governmental or non-personal. Although I, Huo Zuo, am not a decent person, I don't want to be the target of public criticism in this matter. ”

The friendly smile on Nagao's face gradually melted, and he stared at him with his hands crossed in front of him: "What does Mr. Huo mean...... Can't get along? ”

Huo Zuo turned his head to look at Ma Weisan: "Brother Ma, what about you, what do you mean?" ”

Ma Weisan's huge and fat body seemed to be nailed to the seat and was in a dilemma, he stammered for a moment, his eyes flickered, and he never dared to meet Huo Zuo's eyes.

"Mr. Huo, don't embarrass Mr. Ma. Just because you don't want to do it doesn't mean someone else doesn't want to do it. After finishing speaking, without waiting for Huo Zuo to sink his face and speak to Ma Weisan, he smiled with him first, "Mr. Ma, you can go to the lounge and wait for a while, we now want to talk to Mr. Huo alone." ”

Ma Weisan hurriedly stood up, and before leaving in a hurry, he glanced back at Huo Zuo, the eyes of the man who was nearly fifty years old were full of cowardice, and his back looked weak and old when he left. Fifteen years ago, the prestige of the French Concession Inspector is long gone. After he left, he closed the door tightly, Huo Zuo held his top hat in front of him, his figure was erect, and Cheng Changyu had already followed him to get up.

The man looked calm, turned his head sideways and said coldly: "What's the matter, what do you want to do if you can't talk about it?" ”

The officer was still sitting on the sofa and did not move, but his eyes revealed a contempt that Huo Zuo was extremely disgusted with. Nagao stood up, he raised his hand and shook it lightly in front of him and smiled, "いいえ." 私たちは希望のないことに努力することはありません。 ただ、お宅の誰かがあなたを待っているとしたら、今日はがっかりするだろう。 ”

This time no one translated anymore. Huo Zuo's heart sank, and his instinct to crawl and roll down in the pile of dead people for many years made him move his body before the gunshots rang out - and the gunshots, the gunshots were ringing out from behind him.

The moment the bullet hit Huo's left shoulder, he heard the person who fired the shot and translated it to him: "No." We don't work for something that doesn't have hope. It's just that if someone in your family is waiting for you, I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed today. ”

But before he fired the second shot, Huo Zuo had already pulled the knife out from under his robe, the first knife cut Nagao's throat, and the second knife faced the muzzle of Uesugi's gun, took the bullet with his arm, and inserted it into his chest. Cheng Changyu fired the second and third shots, hitting him in the calf and shoulder respectively.

Hozo pulled up the corpse and blocked his next few bullets. His brother, a good friend with whom he had grown up, who claimed to be a man of culture who could not even use a gun or a knife, now turned his face at him skillfully and without hesitation and pulled the trigger.

At the moment when the gunshots rang off on the second floor, the group of hostesses who were originally staying downstairs also pulled out their guns from their sleeves and aimed them at the bodyguards who came with Huo Zuo. Huo Zuo heard the sound of machine gunfire downstairs, and dragged Uesugi's body to confront Cheng Changyu while retreating to the balcony door. He looked at the bullet holes on his body that were constantly oozing blood, and smiled miserably with Cheng Changyu: "Cheng Changyu...... Cheng Changyu, who has never killed anyone, Cheng Changyu who came back from Tokyo. My good brother, Cheng Changyu. ”

Cheng Changyu looked at him with a gun and said nothing.

Huo Zuo smashed through the glass with a punch, and the wind poured in, blowing up the gray hair on his sideburns. He dragged the corpse back to the boundary between the balcony and the room, staring at Cheng Changyu's eyes: "So when did it start?" Peiping? No, no, Peking may just be a certain node in your reporting work. I guess it will be a little earlier? In Tokyo? ”

Cheng Changyu's eyes dodged for a moment, but he quickly returned to normal, and firmly aimed his gun at Huo Zuo.

After all, he replied, "It's not Tokyo." ”

Huo Zuo glanced downstairs, and the smell of blood had already begun to rise.

"Not Tokyo?" Huo Zuo suddenly laughed to himself, "So you were already arranged to be by my side when I expected it earlier and harder?" ”

“…… My parents are both Japanese living in Shanghai. ”

"Then I get it." There were too many things on Huo Zuo's chest, and the blood from the wound was difficult to stop for a while, but he had to restrain this betrayed anger at this critical juncture, he smiled, a cold and resolute smile, "You dare to shoot me, do you remember that Xiao Xu and the child are still in the Huo Mansion?" ”

At the mention of his wife, a trace of wavering flashed in Cheng Changyu's eyes again.

"I know." But he still forcibly suppressed all these emotions, "I know you did it on purpose, Huo Zuo." All these years, you see that the past love is still using me, but you doubt it. ”

"I wish my suspicions weren't true."

"It is." Cheng Changyu interrupted him, "Huo Zuo, you are not a good person to get along with. The only thing I can be thankful for is to know you so early and be one of your few friends. Your suspicions are too heavy. If it weren't for that, I would have died by your sword. ”

"Now you're shooting at me - you and your Japanese colleagues. If you dare to kill me, you will dare to attack my people. ”

“…… You asked me to take Xiao Xu and the children there, Huo Zuo, you are still so good at using this kind of vicious tricks. ”

"I thought it would at least make you hesitate." Huo Zuo looked at him, "Your wife, child." I said she was as important to me as family. ”

"They're in the Huo Mansion."

"You brought it."

"You will die, and all the people in the Huo Mansion will ...... Die. ”

"Even if there are your wives and children there?" By the way, now Cheng Changyu's identity is a killer, a pawn planted by the Japanese in Shanghai, a cold-hearted spy like a monster. Just like he was back then—how could Huo Zuo not guess? But he hoped that his guess was wrong, but now all he could leave was a sigh, he knew that Mother Xu must still be preparing the evening meal at this time, the children are coming, she will steam the jujube paste yam cake, what the children like, he also likes to eat since he was a child.

But now......

Everyone in the Huo Mansion will die. A former friend of his, an old friend who had eaten Mama's Xu's food, said so.

Huo Zuo said: "Your wife and children are going to die today. I'm going to die too, right? ”

"Yes."

"But how sure are you of it?"

"Seventy percent."

"Less than seventy percent. There's only one bullet left in your gun, and you can't kill me with this bullet at this moment. Huo Zuo's confidence and sadness were soaked in the smile on his face, he shook his head, and when Cheng Changyu shot the bullet at his head, he first shot him in the throat from under the corpse's arm.

"Bang-"

Mother Xu was muttering about why Xiaohu, who went to the back door to get vegetables, didn't come back for a long time, and Leng Buding also heard such a gunshot. Cold sweat quickly crept down her back.

She was the housekeeper of the Huo family, and she could hear it as a gunshot. At one point, chaos began to erupt in the kitchen, but everything that happened was moving in slow motion before her eyes. Mother Xu threw down the rice cake she was preparing for the little guest in her hand, turned around and ran quickly upstairs.

Gunshots rang out behind her, one, two, and then thickened. The screams began to weaken, and something burrowed into her lower back, aching coldly. She rushed to the second floor and saw Mrs. Cheng still holding her two daughters in her arms and stiffening in the corridor from a distance.

She said, "Let's go—"

Xinyi reacted first, took her mother's hand and turned around and staggered away.

Xu Ma looked at their backs, and after pausing with her feet that were originally taking a step forward, she retracted it, she looked down at the bullet hole on her body again, turned around with a wry smile and walked down the stairs again. Something that burrowed into her waist pulled a small hole in her body, and blood began to seep through her plain blue cheongsam, and she listened to the gunshots that began to slam in all directions of the mansion like noisy firecrackers.

She sat down on the rosewood Taishi chair in the foyer, where Mother Xu always sits, and this is the best position to wait for the master to come back, because it is just enough to reach the kitchen and let them bring the hot things. She took off her apron and placed it on the table next to her, and then sat quietly listening to the gunshots, her eyes fixed on the door.

She never married, and since Huo Zuo came to Huo Zhai, she has been by his side like his mother. She didn't even have a name to call, and the people in the Huo Mansion only seemed to remember that her name was "Xu Ma", and she kept calling her like this. Where she came from and what kind of past she has, no one knows.

Others only know that she was the first to realize that she wanted to make a new shirt for the master, and would remind the master to rest early and put his smoke away. She will always be there, rain or shine - Huo Zuo can find it with a call.

Miss Kim's family is still upstairs.

Jin Xiaoxu held Yaya with one hand and let Xinyi stagger into Huo Zuo's room with the other. The two sisters had actually just come out of there and went to find Huo Zuo's gift hidden in a "secret place". She watched her daughter rush to Huo Zuo's smoking Luohan bed, and pressed the lion's head on the armrest hard, and the bed board turned upside down.

Footsteps outside were getting louder and louder. Jin Xiaoxu stood there, watching his eldest daughter get into the mezzanine inside, and immediately stuffed the younger daughter in his hand to her. Xinyi waited for her to come in together, but in the next second, what Jin Xiaoxu did was to press the bed board back hard.

Xinyi shouted: "Mom, come in quickly, what are you doing outside!" ”

Jin Xiaoxu trembled and pushed her hand into the dark, she looked at her two daughters for the last time, and only said one word to Xinyi-

"You must not let your sister cry."

Then all Xinyi could see and touch was darkness. She huddled there with her arms in her arms, fearful and dazed. The younger sister was too young to realize what was happening, and after a few mouth-moves, the older sister put her hand over her mouth.

My sister leaned into my sister's ear and whispered again, "Mom said it...... You can't cry out loud. ”

The two sisters were silent in the darkness, listening to the sound of gunfire in all directions, the sound getting closer and closer, and the last few sounded as if to their ears.

Three tones.

Xinyi's hand covering her sister's mouth suddenly lost its strength, and she could barely control herself, and she would blurt out the words - but she didn't after all. Her hands were wet and stained with tears from herself and her sister. They wanted to hear something more, even if it was just their mother's whisper, but they didn't.

There was nothing in the dark.

They didn't hear their mother's shouts, nor did they hear Xu's mother's voice. Only two strange men were there to communicate with each other in a language she didn't understand at all. The conversations began to move away, leaving the room, leaving the mansion. Get out of here.

I don't know how long it took, but Xinyi let go of her hand and hung it to the side, her fingertips touching a damp patch.

It's blood.

Yaya cried.

Her voice was buried under her mother's body, the blood-soaked Arhat couch.