Hongkou District, Judo Hall.

Japanese-style lanterns hang at the door, swaying slowly in the night breeze.

But the next moment, a group of tall soldiers who had seen equipment on the Chinese battlefield suddenly rushed out from the nearby night.

Then the shotgun broke the deadbolt, and the whole group rushed into the judo gym.

The wooden doors with white latticework were glued to the white paper, and the light of the openings shimmered, but the sound was so small that nothing could be heard from fifty meters away.

A man dressed in a ronin costume rushed out of the house with a sword.

Although those guys who were strangely dressed and had white skulls painted on their face armor bent over and rushed in.

The knife in his hand was horizontal, and he stabbed out in a roar.

The reason why I use the stinger is because those tall monster-like guys are moving too fast.

However, the sharp knife seemed to pierce the steel, and it did not penetrate the man's chest at all, and then a huge fist was seen fall on his face.

The tips of the four one-centimeter-tall tiger fingers fell heavily on the face, and the facial bones were instantly shattered, and then the teeth, blood, and fragments of the face flew out together.

Moments before he fell and was about to die, a hard German-style Chinese came to his ears,

"It's really unbeaten, like a big rag doll......"

"Ah......h

From time to time, people from the judo hall who were awakened rushed out of the house, but the small and powerful weapons in the hands of those who came spewed out a foot-long spear flame, and they smashed the screaming people into a sieve.

Five minutes later, a tall group of people assembled, and someone reported,

"Sir, the people in the judo gym have been killed, the women and children have been taken away, and a delay bomb has been planted, which will detonate in five minutes."

"Retreat ......"

Following the leader's command, a group of men in black burrowed into the nearby alley like ghosts, and began to run at an average speed of forty kilometers per hour.

The ostrich boots under their feet are as fast as they run on flat roads.

Ryle, the director of the Ministry of Works, did not live elsewhere, but he lived in the British consulate, which caused a lot of trouble for the British consul, Consul Benson.

By this time, Consul Benson had already changed out of his pajamas and put on his formal suit. But at this moment, half a bottle of liquor was in his stomach, and the alcohol burned as if it burned his fat face.

The formal dress was open, and the consul was pulled into a circle the size of a noose.

The sudden ringing of the phone frightened him and he jumped backwards, and he seemed to forget that he was sitting in a chair after drinking a little too much. As a result of such a jump, he flipped backwards along with the person and the chair.

When he put the phone back down, there was more cold sweat on his head. Because the lives of everyone in the consulate are determined by whether he is obedient or not.

He quietly opened the curtains and looked out of the consulate.

People from nowhere, dressed in strange attire, with strange weapons, and strangely long legs, are surrounding consulates from all directions.

"Do you want your consulate to explode like a four-line warehouse, my advice is that today is a private vengeance, don't tell me that you want to protect a bandit who is trying to plunder the big German businessmen by despicable means, you know who I'm talking about."

"Bastard...... Bastard...... Bastard ......"

The angry Consul Benson finally knew Zhang Sixing's determination, if he was a subordinate of the chairman, of course he would not dare to provoke the British Empire. But the bastard was a German, and a robber who had crisscrossed Europe.

In desperation, Consul Benson called the foreman of the three servants.

Lyle, who slept until midnight, was suddenly roughly pulled up from the bed.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that it was the same Ah San with a turban. Cowering on the bed, his nervous voice trembled, and he didn't know how to look at them as white people, how dare the respectful Ah San do this to him,

"You, what are you doing, I'm the British Empire...... I ...... with the consul."

However, before he could finish asking, several Ah San had already tied him up neatly, and even blocked his mouth with his stinky socks.

Consul Benson walked in slowly, and there was a firmness in his bloodshot eyes, and in addition to that, Lyle smelled a strong smell of wine,

"Mr. Lyle, I didn't know when you moved in, that you were a despicable and shameless person. It is not an honourable thing for you to join forces with unscrupulous businessmen of the Ministry of Industry to seize the property of a German gentleman. There is no way for the government to shelter a shameless person......"

When a few Ah San appeared outside the consulate carrying a writhing carpet, there was a group of strangely dressed and very tall people.

The closer he got to those with skeletons painted on their faces, the weaker the legs of Ah San's servants became.

Because the guys were spreading out in battle formation, their weapons shining at them with a strong glow.

This...... When life is on someone else's finger, it is really a torture for the human spirit.

It wasn't until they threw down the carpet that a few Ah San immediately raised their hands to show that they were not hostile, and then slowly stepped back.

At this time, Benson hid in his office, quietly looking out of the curtain.

On the legs of that group of tall and inexplicable soldiers, there was obviously something weird installed. It's like they're all fitted with dog legs, and they run as fast as legendary werewolves.

When the group of fierce black shadows left, at this time, in some unobtrusive places outside that were dark and dull, like silhouettes, there were actually a few flashlights.

"Ah......h

Gasping, Benson ducked into the corner of the window, not feeling a little safe until he leaned against the two walls.

When he dared to look out again, the silhouetted houses outside were still there, so much so that he wondered if he was dazzled by the sparkle he had just seen.

In fact, he was not dazzled, a room with a bright office like him, for Zhang Changlin, who was two hundred meters away, it was not difficult to hit at all.

It's a pity that there are no pre-specified circumstances, he can't shoot. And if he shoots, then he will have to wash the British consulate in blood, and not a single mouth will be left alive.

This is certainly not the tactics of the army, but the methods of the bandits that crisscross Europe.

Zhang Changlin didn't think much about this, but he didn't use the sniper-shot-gun with the weird shape in front of him and what kind of guide rails to shoot something.

The only thing I did was to press the tactical flashlight on the rail of the gun twice and say hello to someone in the consulate.

As for what to signal to the British consul, Zhang Changlin and the snipers he brought were completely unclear.

It's just that Zhang Sixing told them that if they retreated safely as expected, then they all turned on the lights to say hello to the consulate when they left.

Hirai Masafumi was a little restless that night, and he originally wanted to live in the Japanese consulate. Then in the end, he thought about it, and simply lived in the Ministry of Industry Bureau, after all, there were more than a thousand Japanese soldiers there to protect him.

So it can be said that of all the people who voted in favor of that meeting, he was the only one who slept comfortably until the early hours of the morning, until ......