In the downtown area, Zhang Zhiwei didn't use the thunder method, and these down-and-out Eight Banners strangers were not worth his use of the thunder method, so he slapped them all to death with that simple and unpretentious slap.

Screams erupted, blood splattered.

The person who was the first to be slapped away by Zhang Zhiwei and the door with people shivered hiding under the door panel, this kid was more alert, and he found out that something was wrong at the first time, and the idea was too piercing.

Therefore, when others made a move on Zhang Zhiwei, he chose to shrink under the door panel and pretend to be dead, intending to see the situation first, but he didn't expect the situation to be so tragic.

After seeing that several people who tried to escape were killed first, this person completely gave up the idea of escaping, but restrained his breath and continued to shrink under the door panel and pretend to be dead.

The fighting, no, it was supposed that the slaughter didn't last long, and then it stopped, and there was silence all around.

"What's the situation, why is there no sound at all, then...... Monster-like people gone? ”

At this time, Zhang Zhiwei has already equated himself with a monster in the heart of this person.

He pricked up his ears to hear what was going on around him.

"Bang!"

A big hand broke through the door, grabbed him by the throat from top to bottom, and pulled him out from under the door, and the raised wooden thorns on the door panel scratched him all over his body.

"I ask, you answer!" Zhang Zhiwei tilted his head to look at the other party.

"You...... Don't kill, you ask...... Kill me......" The man stammered with fear on his face.

"What's your name?"

"I ...... My name is Hehan! ”

"What does it have to do with Prince Su?"

He ...... My grandfather! ”

"Where's your grandfather? What about your parents, your grandfather has thirty or forty children, why are there only a few of you big cats and kittens here? ”

Zhang Zhiwei was a little puzzled, according to Kameda Ichiro, there should be a lot of strangers here, and they are quite powerful.

But these few people I meet now, how can they have any strength, and they are all lifted up by the local chickens and dogs.

He Han said in a trembling voice: "My parents and some uncles went to Japan to develop, and some people were taken to Changbai Mountain by my grandfather, only a few of us juniors stayed here to watch the scene!" ”

Prince Su also took people to Changbai Mountain...... Zhang Zhiwei's heart sank, and he hurriedly asked, "What are you doing in Changbai Mountain?" ”

"No...... I don't know! ”

"Huh?!"

As soon as Zhang Zhiwei's hand was forced, Hehan's miserable white face instantly turned red, his facial features were distorted, and a pair of tricks almost squeezed out of his eyes.

"I ...... I really don't know...... I was in ...... at that time Smoke Fushou ointment, no ...... I didn't hear it too clearly, I only heard my grandfather say...... Repeatedly...... Restoration is expected! ”

Restoration is expected to ...... Zhang Zhiwei thought for a moment.

Does Changbai Mountain have anything to do with the restoration of the country?

Changbai Mountain is the highest and largest mountain in Northeast China, Songhua River, Tumen River and Yalu River, these three important rivers originate from Tianchi in Changbai Mountain, which can be said to be the source of the Northeast River.

Therefore, since ancient times, Changbai Mountain has been regarded as a "holy mountain".

The birthplace of the Manchu Qing Dynasty is Changbai Mountain.

But Zhang Zhiwei really couldn't think of anything in Changbai Mountain that could make Prince Su return to the country and make the Japanese invaders fight.

Thinking to no avail, Zhang Zhiwei looked at Hehan in his hand, and said coldly: "Smoking a lot of cigarettes at a critical time, you are really useless, the previous dynasty was crushed by you guys, go down and make amends to your ancestors!" ”

After that, as soon as he exerted his hand, he only heard a "click", and Hehan's head shrugged weakly to the side.

Throwing down the corpse at will, Zhang Zhiwei was about to make a move, when he suddenly paused, took out a piece of black paper from his pocket, and on the paper, white handwriting emerged.

It was Lu Jin who came with news that someone from a special high school came to the door to try it, but they solved it and it has not been exposed for the time being.

However, once the Japanese found out that the person was missing and began a thorough investigation, they would definitely not be able to hide from him, and asked him where he was and what he should do now.

"It's pretty fast!"

Zhang Zhiwei replied to the letter, asking them to stay at the Yamato Hotel and not act rashly, and also asked Lu Ci to use his wishful thinking to stun all the people in the presidential suites next door and tie them up as meat tickets, these people seem to have a lot of status.

The Yamato Hotel is a semi-official hotel owned by the Wako Railway Company, which is filled with not only important people from the Wako side, but also many foreigners with considerable status.

Normally, the Japanese would not dare or use heavy weapons to storm such a place.

And without the participation of heavy weapons, the space for Inhumans to operate will be large.

This is also the reason why Zhang Zhiwei chose to stay at the Yamato Hotel.

If you choose to lurk in Xiaogangzi, a gathering place for Chinese people.

It would not be good if the Japanese used thermal weapons to bombard them regardless of casualties.

"Hold on for a while and wait for me to come back!"

After sending the message, Zhang Zhiwei did not leave immediately, but jumped down from the third floor, and his body fell straight like a jack drop.

With a "boom", he smashed through the floor directly and came to the first floor underground.

It turns out that this Double Happiness Club has more than three floors, and there is a large basement underneath.

The basement was filled with a foul smell, and several bodies in black coats, melon-skin hats, and long braids lay sideways.

They are all thugs of the Double Happiness Club, and they were shocked to death when Zhang Zhiwei fell from the sky and fell through the floor just now.

Zhang Zhiwei's eyes swept over the corpse and looked around.

This basement is large and there are quite a few small rooms in it.

The door of the room is an iron fence, and through the gap, you can see inside.

Some rooms are empty.

In some rooms, there were several naked corpses lying in the room.

There were also rooms with people, mostly young women in disheveled clothes and frightened faces.

Zhang Zhiwei only glanced at it and understood what this basement was for.

This place, the second floor is a brothel, where do prostitutes come from?

It can't be recruited!

Even in later generations, before the thunder sweeps away the gangsters, there are not a few black nests that abduct and sell women to do this, let alone the current year.

This is where Double Happiness Club detains and trains trafficked women.

Judging from those naked corpses, this place can be called madness.

"Damn it!"

Zhang Zhiwei walked over, tore off the iron fences of those compartments, and rescued people.

And when he was saving people, from time to time, there were thugs in charge of training, carrying their pants and running out of those cubicles in a panic.

These people are not idiots, as soon as they saw this movement, they immediately knew that they had encountered ruthless stubble, some knelt on the ground to spare their lives, and some wanted to run out.

For these guys, Zhang Zhiwei didn't intend to spare them, his body moved, and he shot out angrily.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

Several sounds of flesh cracking rang out.

Suddenly, the basement was filled with a mushy thick smell of blood.

"Bang ......"

A headless corpse fell, blood from the neck cavity sprayed to the ceiling, like a rain of blood, and the white bones and blood were shattered to the ground.

Zhang Zhiwei was very angry just now, and his strength was fierce, and a few slaps went down, directly blowing up the heads of these people.

Bone residue mixed with meat slipped from Zhang Zhiwei's hands, but it didn't stick at all.

Zhang Zhiwei was covered in golden light, three times and five divided by two, tearing open all the iron fences of those small cubicles, and the women locked up inside, some screaming and shrinking in the corner, some were shouting for help, and some were kowtowing, begging him, a fairy, to help.

After all, Zhang Zhiwei's current golden figure form covered by golden light is a bit like a fairy.

"You're safe, but it's best not to rush out now, and wait for a quarter of an hour when the commotion outside has subsided, and then go out!"

Lu Jin and the others were in a hurry, time was pressing, and Zhang Zhiwei didn't say anything to these people, so he gave a word of advice and turned to leave.

And after he left, a woman who had just been abducted and trafficked stepped on the iron fence and cautiously poked her head out of the cubicle.

At a glance, I saw that the people who tortured them before had all turned into headless corpses lying in pools of blood, and there was still blood and mud on the ceiling sliding little by little, everything was a little unreal, as if they were dreaming.

But the pain everywhere in her body was telling her that everything was real.

"Could it really be that Heaven heard our prayers, so a god came down to earth?"

She looked at this scene dumbfounded, the tall figure bathed in holy light just now seemed to have taken root in his heart and lingered.

The figure kept flashing back in her mind, as if it gave her some kind of strength, so that even in such a horrific scene, she was not afraid.

After a while, she settled down and began to help the sisters who were suffering together, preparing to escape from this cave together.

Of course, before escaping, she remembered the words of that person, or the god in her heart, and waited a quarter of an hour before going out.

She looked up at the big hole in the ceiling of the basement, and the sun was shining down and hitting her face, warm and comfortable.

Inexplicably, she had an intuition that the figure just now brought her not only pure redemption, but also an unconventional, unprecedented posture and baptism.

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On the other side, Zhang Zhiwei waved his hand and shot out a series of golden rays, and after killing all the people who should be killed, he frowned and strode out of the Double Happiness Club.

Just took a step.

"Bang dang! Bang dang! Bang dang! ”

Three cylindrical objects, one thick and one thin, were thrown at his feet.

Zhang Zhiwei recognized at a glance that this was an M1917 wooden-handled grenade.

"Boom...... Rumble ......"

A series of explosions rang out.

Not far away, on a small four-story building, a sniper wearing a non-reflective steel helmet held a long sniper rifle and aimed straight in the direction of Zhang Zhiwei!

"Hehe, three grenades, plus a bullet at close range, the gods are also finished, the cleaning plan, the thirty-fourth suspicious target is cleared!"

The sniper smiled coldly, and was about to retreat with his gun, but his temples jumped suddenly, and the feeling of suffocation came like a tidal wave.

Almost instinctively, at work, he jerked backwards to dodge, looking for new cover, but nothing happened.

"No, there it is!"

The sniper looked back at the door of the Double Happiness Club.

I saw that the golden light there was like mercury pouring out of the ground.

In the golden light, a tall figure stood, his head was tilted, his eyes were like attention, and two eyes with golden light, as bright as a big star, stared at him.

(End of chapter)