"Woo woo woo ......"

The sound of car engines sounded in the early hours of the morning, and a series of British cars came to the south of the garbage bridge.

The curtain behind the canvas carriage was lifted, and a few guys in British military uniforms wearing white aprons and chef's hats jumped down.

"These guys are too bold, why would the British army send food to those guys in the Sixing warehouse, didn't the Japanese say that any official action except for the people is unacceptable."

Hidden in nearby houses, the Chinese who were bought by the Japanese and served the Japanese muttered quietly.

"Who knows what the British think, just report what they see here."

The other, the guy who was also in charge of staring at the four rows of warehouses, whispered.

At the same time, Guo Liangjun went out quietly, he did not wear his usual robe, but wore a suit that was easy to move. A pistol is stuck in the belt at the back of the waist, and a dagger is in the sleeve.

Wait for him to cautiously come to an alley where you can see the four rows of warehouses.

The morning light couldn't penetrate it, and there was a faint smell of urine in the darkness.

It's nothing, these dark alleys are dangerous. Guo Liangjun, who is familiar with this matter, will carry enough weapons when he goes out.

Here, sometimes, it's more dangerous than on the battlefield.

Because on the battlefield it is clear who the enemy is. But in these dark alleys, which everyone usually avoids, the only definite enemy is the darkness.

Stopping at an intersection, Guo Liangjun stopped, subconsciously lit a cigarette, and then whistled lowly.

"I'm afraid that others don't know something, it's not that you are an old man."

Someone in the dark answered slowly, and the person who had been hiding in the darkness peeked out of the shadows.

He wears a vest in Western-style clothing, and the gold watch chain in the pocket of the vest hangs from the clasp of the waistcoat. Silently playing with a butterfly knife in his hand, the morning light shines on the blade, reflecting the light of the stars from time to time.

"Did you bring the money?"

Hearing the other party's question, Guo Liangjun took out two stick-like things wrapped in red paper from his arms.

looked at Guo Liangjun's face, played with a butterfly knife in his hand and asked curiously,

"Why don't you use your men, didn't I hear that you recruited a lot of people from outside the city."

Towards the four rows of warehouses in the morning light in the distance,

"Anyone who can fight is in it."

With great sincerity, he sent the silver dollar wrapped in his hand to the front of the knife face with full sincerity.

"It's all with handles."

After saying nothing, the knife grabbed the silver dollar, swiped it twice in his hand, and threw one of them back into Guo Liangjun's arms.

"The brothers who help always have to pay for their stay, I ...... No, you don't. ”

"Conscience is not clear?"

Looking at the knife, Guo Liangjun tried to ask, with a bit of appreciation in his eyes.

"Bullshit, don't talk about your reasoning, I don't believe that. But slaughtering a few Japanese dogs, giving too much money, I'm afraid to think too highly of them. Forget about the things of your ancestors, they are all special things. ”

"Well, how many people ......"

Guo Liangjun received Zhang Sixing's bullet casings and has been preparing for this.

The important thing is nothing else, if you want Zhang Sixing and them to retreat relatively safely, you have to kill those traitors who do things for the Japanese.

And this matter has to be found here, the knife of the casino thug and his "brothers", who do not mind making some extra money once in a while.

Especially when outsiders come here, they can't find anyone without asking.

Guo Liangjun wanted to inquire more, but the knife gave him a blank look,

"Don't ask, we'll get the money, and you don't have to worry about the rest. It's dawn, just wait to see the number of corpses in the patrol room. ”

After speaking, he threw his clothes to his shoulders, and walked away in the dark alley with a big stride, and the sound of leather shoes walked away in the dark alley.

Looking at his back, Guo Liangjun didn't know what he would do. I am especially worried, after all, there is more than one person on the road who collects money and does not do anything.

Therefore, he did not delay any longer, but turned around and left along the dark alley, probably to check if his backup means were ready.

As the knife walked away, it suddenly disappeared into the darkness of the alley, and lost its figure in the faint morning light. A few minutes later, the figure of the knife emerged from the darkness again.

Like an elf who can act in the shadows, he looked at the alley where Guo Liangjun had just spoken, and listened to it intently, and then turned around and acted.

This time he quickened his pace, and when he walked, he didn't look like he had just been hanging.

Instead, it was like a light wind, silently sweeping through the dark alleys. And now no one could recognize him as a knife, because he buttoned up his top hat and covered his face.

Soon on the door of a small room, I knocked lightly with a butterfly knife a few times.

At first, I heard a knock on the door, and there was some small movement inside, and then it was silent again.

Then he stretched out the knife again, not light or heavy, and knocked rhythmically a few times, this time the door "creaked" open.

The people inside were all dressed by the usual thugs in the concession, except that their heads were wrapped in black cloth, only their eyes were exposed, and they all wore top hats.

The knife handed the money to the one who opened the door inside,

"Take it, I'll tell you a few points, kill all the inside and outside the house."

The few people inside covered with black cloth didn't say anything, and walked out of the room one by one.

If you do this kind of thing, of course, the knife will not draw the fire on you. No one knows anyone, and no one can see their faces when looking for people and doing things.

After all, this kind of thing, if you don't do it well, you will do it under the door of a certain big guy. It's all mixed up in Shanghai, and no one's face looks good when things are figured out. In this place, the most important thing is to take care of the face of all parties.

There was a black-clad masked man at the door, and a knife covering his face followed far behind.

Let these people know that he knows what to do. Don't want to slip away with the money, he is not a vegetarian knife.

Not far away, outside a stratum building facing Suzhou Creek, there are two ordinary-dressed, clear-eyed people who look like gangsters and white-faced people.

A few polite people did not cover their faces at this time, they lowered their heads and hooked each other's shoulders and swayed as if they were drunk.

After all, they don't worry about the people they are going to kill, they will recognize them for who they are.

The two janitors glanced at it and didn't care, took out their cigarettes and lighters, and were about to smoke.

A few people who pretended to be drunk suddenly pounced on them, and the people who rushed up before they could react had already covered their mouths and grabbed people. At first glance, these people often do this kind of thing, and they are neat and do not make any noise.

Knocking down the two doors, the people who had long been accustomed to this kind of thing opened the door, and then there was the sound of stepping on the stairs from inside the house, and then the sound of fighting and screaming came from upstairs.

There was a noise, the knife was startled, and his hand reached into his pocket.

Teng Teng, there was another sound from the roof, and six people ran out of the stairs quickly, and some of them were carried by their companions and ran quickly down the dark alley.

The knife was relieved to see this, but he still went upstairs to check it.

The four people in the house were all killed by multiple stabs.

Before leaving, the knife felt that he had smoked too much, his throat was uncomfortable, and a mouthful of phlegm spat on the face of the dead body.

"Slut"

A low voice, audible in the pre-dawn darkness.