Shanghai, Republic of China, May 1932.

On Miaoqian Street, small vendors come and go, selling buns and goods. Due to its proximity to the port, it is a very busy street. You can see many workers in linen shirts, squatting on the street, looking around.

The porters of the wharf, and the people around them, were the main guests of the street. Occasionally, gang members with blades in their pockets sit on chairs drinking tea with passing patrols.

On the torii at the entrance of the street, there is a sign that reads "Wind and rain".

But it was drizzling on the street, and a man in a suit and a watch walked down the street, feeling out of place with the surrounding environment.

Zhou Xingzu looked across the street, and he finally determined that this was Shanghai Beach!

However, unlike the original plot, he found that the time traveled was actually five years earlier than the original plot.

If I'm not mistaken, the original plot traveled directly to 1937, and now it's only 1932.

Five years earlier...

What does this mean?

Zhou Xingzu felt that maybe his skills surpassed Ah Xing in the original plot, so this situation would occur. And the past five years are enough for him to do a lot of things and make a big one.

Shanghai in this era is the most prosperous city in China, and it is also a hot park for adventurers.

The gold and opportunities everywhere have attracted countless people to flock to fight for a powerful tycoon road with blood and bones.

may be because of the suit on his body, the pedestrians on the street have bypassed Zhou Xingzu. It is never a lie that people rely on clothing. The people who can wear suits in this era are all characters who are either rich or noble. The bitter hahas on the road didn't even dare to rub it, for fear that they wouldn't be able to afford it.

What's more, Zhou Xingzu's clothing was originally a high-end product customized by a private person abroad, and anyone with a little vision can see that it is worth a lot. Ordinary petty theft on the street, no one dares to pay attention to him. Because this kind of person, although he is very rich, no one dares to stretch out a third hand, for fear that he will lose his life.

A patrolman who was drinking tea suddenly walked up to Zhou Xingzu: "Sir, if something happens here, you better go first." ”

The patrol is also a little restrained on the surface, cautious as if he is afraid of offending people.

Zhou Xingzu looked at it, and he had a rough estimate in his heart. It seems that this set of clothes, in this era, is 100% attractive equipment, and the effect is very good.

"What's the matter?" Zhou Xingzu is also a generation of Hong Kong Island tycoons, and his due aura is still full of performance in Shanghai. The patrol hesitated for a moment, but still said: "It's not peaceful here, there will be a shootout soon, you should understand the rest!" ”

Zhou Xingzu sighed in his heart, he didn't expect to encounter something when he first came.

Nodding, he took out a dollar from his pocket, which was one of the few cash he had, and handed it over to the patrolman.

The patrolman smiled, wiped the dollar, and put it in his pocket.

He came up so kindly and took the initiative to greet him, didn't he just make some benefits from the rich guy?

Although it is foreign money, I don't know how much it is worth, but as long as I have money, it is enough to be happy. What's more, at home now, foreign money is definitely worth more than the banknotes of the Republic of China.

Zhou Xingzu doesn't care about this dollar, whether it has utility now, whether it has been issued. Anyway, it's just to send the patrol in front of him, as for whether he can use it or not, then don't care.

But in Shanghai, it seems that the lives of well-meaning people are not long.

A gunshot rang out, and the patrolman in front of him collapsed in a pool of blood and became a dead body.

More than a dozen gunmen in black shirts, holding today's most popular square box guns, walked out of the corner of the street, rushed over without saying a word, and all pointed their guns at Zhou Xingzu.

At the same time, a sharp police whistle sounded, and many patrols suddenly appeared on the surrounding streets.

"Kill Feng Jingyao."

"Whoever kills Feng Jingyao will be rewarded with a thousand oceans."

"Li San is already dead, dare to break ground on our patrol house?"

", it's really gold!"

The black-shirted gunner focused all his firepower on Zhou Xingzu for the first time. The bullets hit the ground again and again, splashing sparks, but fortunately, Zhou Xingzu's quick reaction was not the first time he had experienced a shootout, and he hid behind the pillar in front of the store in depth, already holding a spear in his hand.

The spear is the gun that patrolled before, Zhou Xingzu secretly said that Shanghai Tang really deserves its reputation, it is simply a shootout without saying a word.

Fortunately, the dollars paid before were not given in vain, and they were regarded as the money to buy a gun for the patrolman.

Pulling the gun chain, Zhou Xingzu shot accurately, and only a few shots suppressed the offensive on the opposite side.

More than a dozen black-shirted gunners, the square box guns in their hands do not have a long range, and the accuracy is not high, in Zhou Xingzu's opinion, the power is not great, and it belongs to the range that can be handled.

But in this era, the one with a gun in his hand is the uncle. What's more, more than a dozen guns fired at the same time, which in a street firefight, is already considered heavy firepower.

Although the number of people in the later patrol room was large, and they had been prepared for a long time. But he was very desperate for his life, and he couldn't compare with the black-shirted gunman who desperately assassinated. It fell into disadvantage for a while, and there were heavy casualties.

After Zhou Xingzu fired three shots, he suddenly found that the rifle was out of ammunition, and threw the rifle on the ground with a snort.

This is the characteristic of the Shanghai Beach patrol, and there are never three rounds in the gun.

The other bullets, all of which were oceans, were placed in the chest groove of the second grandmother of the detective's family.

"You're going to kill Feng Jingyao."

"Why are all the bullets coming at me?"

Zhou Xingzu felt very depressed when he saw those black-shirted gunmen, shouting that they wanted to kill Feng Jingyao, but the guns in their hands were shooting at him.

If he guessed correctly, it is estimated that the black-shirted gunman was wrong!

Because of the suit he wears, at first glance, he looks like a character who is either rich or expensive.

In addition, the people in the patrol room took the initiative to talk to him, causing the gunman in the secret to recognize him as Feng Jingyao.

As for who Feng Jingyao is, Zhou Xingzu has also seen Shanghai Tang, and he still knows the identity of Feng Jingyao. He is one of the tycoons of Shanghai, backed by Japanese spies, and is a big hooligan in Shanghai.

There are too many people to try to kill him.

Zhou Xingzu stretched out his head and wanted to explain, maybe after the other party learned the truth, he left empathetically?

But as soon as he showed his head, a bullet hit the pillar where he was hiding, and he shrank back in fright, and his heart was furious. The blood also surged up at once, and he never coerced to be tough.

Zhou Xingzu directly dragged a dead corpse next to him, exerted his man-memorable corpse touching skills, took out a butterfly knife from him, and rushed out with one arrow step.