Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Pain of Imprisonment

Cheng Hao smiled and put the bugging device back into Wang Sheng's collar. Then he took off the walkie-talkie on Wang Sheng's ear, Wang Sheng finally understood why he didn't respond every time he called, and it turned out that the walkie-talkie didn't know when it was also transferred.

Cheng Hao went to take off Wang Sheng's military boots again, and pulled out something that looked like a nail from the side of the boot. Wang Sheng had never seen this thing, and Leng Ai wrote on the paper: remote control, bomb.

Wang Sheng's brain is a little unable to keep up with the pace of the times, and he will never believe that there will be such a small remote control and bomb in 1940, let alone this era, even in the 21st century, he has never seen such a small remote control and bomb.

Leng Ai handed the note to Wang Sheng again, which read: Be careful, someone is following you, and the walkie-talkie has been stolen. Zhang Sheng hasn't been found yet, the director doesn't know where to go, you leave first, I'll inform you if there's any situation.

Wang Sheng nodded, and shouted as he walked out the door: "Director, Director, where are you?"

Leaving the police station, Wang Sheng didn't know where to go, he walked several streets boringly, and he didn't find anyone who followed him, Wang Sheng believed Leng Ai, since she said that someone was following her, then there must be someone, but her anti-investigation ability was limited, and she couldn't find the whereabouts of the other party.

The sky slowly darkened, and the bald heads did not contact Wang Sheng, Wang Sheng had a bug on his collar, he didn't dare to call the bald heads, he couldn't be sure, this little thing could receive his voice. Wang Sheng also wanted to go to the fortune teller's house, but he was afraid of implicating the old man. Wang Sheng didn't want to go back to the Japanese barracks, if he didn't care about the safety of the people in the whole city, he would have wanted to bomb the Japanese barracks now.

Wang Sheng came to the hotel where they were arrested, and patted the bar with a fierce face: "Lao Tzu wants to stay in the hotel." ”

The shop guy asked with a smile, "Master, what kind of room do you want to live in?"

"Ordinary ones will do. ”

"Master, five hundred yuan, pay first!"

Wang Sheng grabbed the shopkeeper's collar: "Fuck, do you want to die? Tell you, Lao Tzu has never given money to the store!"

The shopkeeper also grabbed Wang Sheng's collar: "Who the hell are you scaring about, tell you, Lao Tzu no matter who you are, you are the king of heaven Lao Tzu, you have to spend money to live in the hotel today, and if you don't have money, get out of Lao Tzu as soon as possible!"

Wang Sheng was stunned, but he didn't expect that the shopkeeper was still a master who was not afraid of death: "Boy, what about challenging the temper of the master! ”

"You fucking don't use Japanese devils to scare Lao Tzu, even if the Japanese come, they don't give money, and they don't want to live here with Lao Tzu. ”

The shopkeeper made Wang Sheng feel too surprised, in this turbulent society, under the obscenity of the Japanese, there are really people who are not afraid.

The shopkeeper pushed Wang Sheng away: "If you have money to live in the store, if you don't have money, get out of here." ”

Wang Sheng gently patted the shop guy on the shoulder: "Boy, good look, backbone." I don't have any money, can you let me stay overnight?"

The shopkeeper opened Wang Sheng's hand: "Get out! ”

Although Wang Sheng has strong skills, he will not bully an ordinary person, so he smiled helplessly and left the hotel with a disgraced face. After walking a few streets, there was really nowhere to go, so I had to go back to the barracks of the Japanese army, at least there I didn't have to starve.

Iimura was still preparing a table of good wine and food, Wang Sheng was not polite at all, and ate by himself.

"Uncle, I want to ask you for advice. ”

"If there's a fart, let it go!"

Iimura smiled and said: "Uncle-kun, your land, let the contemptible people be very surprised, please give me advice, what kind of kung fu is your land, and the land." ”

"Six-vein Divine Sword. Wang Sheng answered these four words without thinking about it.

Iimura repeated with a confused expression: "Six-vein divine sword, what kind of work?"

"You don't even know this? You still dare to mix in China like this? Tell you, the six-vein divine sword is pediatric, and the most powerful is the eighteen palms of the dragon descending, and if you hit it with one palm, your army will be wiped out. ”

If Iimura didn't see Wang Sheng's skills, then he would definitely not believe it. Although Iimura still has some doubts, in his heart, he still believes a little bit.

"The land of China is powerful, my land, why, haven't I seen it?"

"Chinese practice martial arts to strengthen their bodies, not to kill. Wang Sheng didn't care what Iimura's expression was, he lay on the tatami mat and closed his eyes: "Iimura, what should I do, why do I go, I'm going to sleep." ”

Iimura Sui didn't leave, knelt down at the table, picked up a glass of wine and sniffed it lightly under his nose: "Uncle Jun, your land, comrade-in-arms, have you found it?" ”

"I didn't find it. ”

Iimura drank all the wine in the cup, and gently put the wine glass on the table: "Uncle, your conscience is greatly bad." After speaking, Iimura gently slapped his palms twice.

Wang Sheng thought that the bald heads were caught by Iimura, and quickly turned his head to see that the four puppet soldiers were pressing the two tied Chinese.

"Uncle, the Imperial Army of Japan, I sincerely hope that you will serve the Emperor of Japan, and you will not know how to lift. This is a little bit of punishment. ”

Two gunshots rang out, and the two fell in front of Wang Sheng's door.

The anger in Wang Sheng's heart rushed to the top of his head again, punishing himself with other people's lives, what kind of punishment is this? Wang Sheng grabbed Iimura by the collar and picked him up: "Don't threaten Lao Tzu, the last thing Lao Tzu is afraid of is that others threaten me." threaten me, I'll kill you right now. ”

Iimura still had a smile on his face, and slapped his hands twice, and two Chinese with their backs tied were escorted to Wang Sheng's door.

"Your conscience is greatly bad, and the two people of the branch are dead and dead. ”

Wang Sheng gritted his teeth and said: "If you dare to kill these two people, Lao Tzu will send you back to the West now." ”

Iimura sneered, "bang" and two gunshots, Wang Sheng's hands kept trembling, and four people died because of him, which made his heart calm. Wang Sheng raised his fist and went straight to the door of Iimura, who suddenly had blood through his nose and mouth.

Iimura's smile did not change, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "Uncle-kun, your land, you must understand that the entire branch belongs to the Emperor of Japan, your land, don't resist." ”

Wang Sheng didn't want to talk nonsense with him anymore, and punched Iimura in front of the door again, Iimura's head was on the side, and several gunshots rang out outside the door at the same time. Wang Sheng threw down Iimura and ran out, and there were several corpses lying on the ground, which were the Chinese captured by Iimura.

Dozens of searchlights shone on Wang Sheng in unison, but the lights were too bright for Wang Sheng to open his eyes. At the same time, dozens of bullets flew in the direction of Wang Sheng. Wang Sheng was shot and fell to the ground, so painful that he wanted to vomit.

The bullets did not stop, they still fell on Wang Sheng like raindrops, not giving Wang Sheng any chance to fight back, and when the gunfire stopped, dozens of guns were aimed at Wang Sheng's head.

Wang Sheng stood up with difficulty, the back of his neck was pinched, and he just wanted to turn back, but he felt that it was dark in front of him, and he didn't know anything.

When Wang Sheng woke up, he returned to the interrogation room of the cell, he was tied to a steel cross, his arms, legs, and stomach were all chained with iron chains thick as his forearm.

There was no one in the house, only a pair of underwear was left on his clothes, and he didn't know how long it was, but Iimura Sui came to Wang Sheng with a table of good wine and food.

Iimura's face was wrapped in gauze and his eyes were swollen into slits, but he could still tell that he still had that unbeaten smile.

Iimura held the wine glass in both hands: "Uncle-kun, drink with me?"

"What do you mean by going to Nima and tying Lao Tzu here?"

Iimura smiled and said, "Uncle-kun, our great Japanese Empire is a country of etiquette......

Wang Sheng interrupted Iimura and scolded loudly: "Bang your uncle's stinky fart, what kind of etiquette are you talking about when you tie Lao Tzu here." ”

"Uncle, don't be angry. You are disloyal to the Emperor. Your land is Diao Min, and they are all dead and dead. I can let it go, as long as ......"

"Go to Nima, you don't even have a fucking fart smell, don't accept Lao Tzu and put it down, Lao Tzu will make you unable to see the sun tomorrow!"

Iimura laughed: "Uncle-kun, you have a bad temper. The Imperial Japanese Army, I will give you a chance to make meritorious contributions, and tell me, what kind of kung fu will the three people have? On behalf of the Imperial Japanese Army, I will greatly reward you. ”

Wang Sheng sneered and said, "Damn, are you afraid of you?"