The originally leisurely and peaceful hall was in shambles, tables and chairs were smashed to pieces, various debris and corpse limbs were scattered on the ground, and the sprayed blood stained the previously neat floor.

Saki Mimura struggled to open his eyes, his vision blurred, and before he could figure out what was going on, he smelled a rush of blood and gasoline.

In a daze, his gaze gradually focused, and he saw more than a dozen figures in black suits and masks jumping off the car body.

They moved quickly and forcefully, pulling up the members of the club on the ground one by one to scrutinize them, and as long as they saw that they were still breathing or wailing for mercy, they directly picked up the axes in their hands and chopped them around their necks

Seeing this scene, the three villages couldn't help but be completely torn apart, the Dongying people who could be active in China in this era were all elites who had been screened and stood out, and now they were being tortured and killed one by one in front of their eyes.

He tried his best to shout for them to stop, but his body trembled with pain and tension, and his voice stuck in his throat.

"Boss, I didn't see the old devil named Sancun in the photo, are we looking for the wrong place?"

"If you don't find it in the hall, go to the box to find it, and drag all the devils in this club out for me one by one!"

"Okay!"

At this time, the sound of two people talking suddenly came from the hall, and Mimura looked up to see that it was a tall man who spoke, his face was covered with a black cloth, and only a pair of sharp and indifferent eyes were revealed.

At this time, he was carefully scanning the corpses on the ground, and when he saw the gaze cast by Mimura, a hint of surprise flashed in the man's eyes.

"Hahaha, old bastard, I really found it!"

Zheng Jirong walked quickly in front of him, opened his big hand and pinched his head tightly, and directly lifted the whole person of Sancun from the ground!

Then he fixed the old boy's head, restrained him in front of him, and looked at the guy with a sharp gaze like a knife, and looked at him carefully.

"Saki Mimura?"

Mimura, whose feet were dangling in the air, struggled desperately, but the big hand was like an iron tong around his head, and there was no wavering or loosening.

He looked at the man in front of him hatefully, and squeezed out a few words from his throat with difficulty, "Do you know who we are, dare to kill us, you will definitely not leave the rental world alive!" ”

"Grass, do you know who I am?!"

Zheng Jirong tore off the black cloth on his face and shook his head slightly contemptuously, "You dare to assassinate me without even realizing death?" ”

"Let me tell you, none of you Black Dragon Society people can run away today, I will slaughter them one by one in front of you, the leader!"

"It's you!"

After seeing his face, Mimura Saki said in disbelief: "Are you crazy, a Hi gang dares to touch our Black Dragon Society?" ”

In the past few tens of seconds, his mind has flashed over countless forces that have enemies with their Black Dragon Society, warlords from all over the country, national governments, and spies of enemy countries. I never thought that it would be Zheng Jirong, the leader of the Hi Gang!

"I can see it, you seem to think that the black dragon will be very awesome?"

As he spoke, Zheng Jirong carried this guy's head and dragged him straight to a member of the Black Dragon Society who was curled up on the ground and wailing.

Under his unexplained gaze, Zheng Jirong beckoned to the side and took an axe from his younger brother's hand.

Immediately after, he looked at Mimura expressionlessly, "Awesome, huh?" ”

"You"

As soon as Mimura spit out a word, the axe in Zheng Jirong's hand slashed down!

After a muffled snort, the head of this member of the Black Dragon Society was split open like a watermelon, and blood splattered everywhere!

Zheng Jirong's eyes did not fluctuate in the slightest, as if he had just done a trivial thing, he pressed Mimura's head and pressed his face against the red and white liquid on the ground, and asked in a cold voice, "Huh?" Now, is it still awesome? ”

"You devil."

A trace of astonishment flashed in Mimura Hayaki's eyes, and he glared at Zheng Jirong and scolded: "They are just ordinary administrators, and they have not participated in the mission to assassinate you!" ”

Before he finished speaking, Zheng Jirong directly picked up the axe and chopped off half of his arm!

"What are you doing talking so much nonsense", Zheng Jirong stepped on his broken arm and continued to ask in a deep voice: "I ask you if you are still awesome?" ”

Mimura endured the severe pain, squeezed out a voice from between his teeth, and said, "You don't understand what you're doing!" ”

"You cut me, I'll cut you, it's fair, what's not to understand?"

As he spoke, Zheng Jirong cut off his other arm with another axe.

Looking at this guy's expression of sweating like rain, but gritting his teeth desperately to prevent himself from wailing, Zheng Jirong couldn't help but sigh: "It is worthy of being a scum taught by militarism, and the bones are really hard." ”

"You"

Mimura Saki trembled his lips and said tremblingly: "You lead people to storm the concession, and you dare to kill our Dongying people, you don't need to garrison the army to make a move, and your own people will not let you go."

"Tut-tut"

Hearing this, Zheng Jirong turned his head to look at the surrounding Dapeng and the others, and smiled at them: "Look, what is the humanitarian spirit, I am obviously dying, and I am still worried about our safety." ”

"Hahahaha."

"I'm going to disappoint you, brother", Zheng Jirong spread his hands at him, "The National Government won't trouble me for this, I'm clearing the unstable factors in the rear during the Northern Expedition for them, and it's too late to give me meritorious deeds!" As for your Dongying garrison."

He leaned down and pulled a smile, "They are training in Wusongjiang, at least tomorrow will be back." ”

“.”

Seeing a trace of despair flashing in the old boy's eyes, Zheng Jirong clapped his hands with satisfaction, thinking that this guy was not afraid of anything, but he knew that he would not die, so he immediately gave up.

Now in the hall, in addition to the corpses of many people who have been separated, there are also dozens of Dongying people who have just been caught from the inner van, as the base camp of the Black Dragon Society in the concession, almost all of these people are members of the Black Dragon Society.

Looking at the corpses everywhere, these people are not as hard as the bones of the old devil of Mimura Haaki, at this time they are either frightened or desperate, each of them knelt on the ground and looked at Zheng Jirong and the others with begging for their lives.

"Let's get the gas off the car."

Zheng Jirong let go of the foot that was stepping on the three villages of Haaki, leisurely helped up a chair and sat up, he lit a cigarette, and urged Du Dapeng and them: "Move faster, hurry home to eat after the burning!" ”

"You guys", watching the younger brothers of the Axe Gang holding gasoline barrels directly from the top of their Black Dragon Society, Sancun couldn't help but be stunned: "You crazy people, it's not enough to kill people, you still want to burn us?" ”

"Eh, what are you doing with such a fuss", Zheng Jirong slowly exhaled a puff of smoke and said lightly: "The so-called murder is angry, I have killed so many people today, wouldn't it be a pity not to set fire again?" ”

Then, he said casually: "But don't blame me for not giving you a way out, tell me who sent you to assassinate me, and I will let them go." ”

“.”

Seeing that this guy didn't say a word and just glared at him hatefully, Zheng Jirong smiled, looked at him and said, "Don't say it? If you don't say it, I can guess that it's the captain of the garrison, right? ”

The corners of Mimura's mouth, who had been silent, pulled a cruel smile, "Kuzhen Dazuo is the captain of the garrison army, although you are wearing a mask, he can definitely guess that you did it, and when he comes back, it will be your death!" ”

"Hehe", Zheng Jirong sneered disdainfully after hearing it: "Captain of the wing. Call him captain for face, and if you don't give face, I'll open a mourning hall for him tonight! ”

Mimura Saki wanted to say something when he heard this, but Zheng Jirong didn't give him a chance to speak again, at this time the gasoline had all been spilled, and he slowly removed the cigarette butt from the corner of his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, Zheng Jirong bent his fingers and popped out the cigarette butt, which drew a graceful arc in the air, and then smashed it on the gasoline!

In an instant, the flames burst out, and the gasoline everywhere instantly burned, and the fire spread rapidly, rolling all these guys into a sea of fire!

Listening to the wails one after another, looking at the raging fire, Zheng Jirong seemed unusually calm, he unhurriedly picked up a cigarette from his pocket, lit it and took a deep breath, as if savoring the enthusiasm of the fire.

After watching for a moment, he shook the ash of his cigarette lightly, turned and left the club without looking back.

"Let's go, go to the next place!"

Throughout the day, Shanghai seemed to be shrouded in a dark cloud, with a series of attacks, explosions, and shootings taking place one after another.

First of all, in several Yingzi casinos in the public concession, more than a dozen gunmen pretending to be gamblers suddenly rushed out, and as long as they heard the Dongying accent, they did not hesitate to pull the trigger, and a shuttle of bullets swept past, leaving no one alive.

Soon after, several dance halls and restaurants, including nightclubs, were similarly attacked, and gunmen quietly infiltrated and killed people without mercy as soon as they found someone speaking Toei.

It wasn't enough to even kill people, and the entire building was destroyed with bombs or gasoline before leaving.

In addition to the Public Concession, there have been a number of siege and killing attacks in the Chinese and French Concessions, all of which appear to have been organized and premeditated, targeting Dongying people who had been in China for many years.

Whether you are walking on the streets or sitting in a café, as long as you are targeted by them, you will inevitably die.

In addition, there are some more brutal cases of assault, some people are suddenly killed by unknown people while they are asleep in their homes; Some people were hit by a sudden vehicle on the road and then shot at; Others were bombed directly in public, causing multiple casualties.

The entire Shanghai Beach, including the Concession Patrol House and the Huajie Police Department, are busy, arresting the murderers everywhere, but the citizens are extremely calm, after all, almost all of the dead are Dongying people, which clearly shows that there are righteous people who are taking revenge on the devils, and what are they ordinary people afraid of.

At this time, the sixteenth shop was in a dock warehouse.

Zheng Jirong hung up the phone in his hand, and a trace of deep thought flashed in his eyes.

The Black Dragon Society has been deeply rooted in Shanghai for many years, and its power is like a tangled tree, rooted in every corner.

Whether it is the business world, the political world or the Hi Dao, there are their minions and killers lurking in it, he took the list given to him by Shen Zui today, and cleaned almost all the names on it, these people have different identities, even the native ZG people.

An organization like theirs, which specializes in sabotage and assassination in the territory of other countries, has developed so much in such a short period of time, and it is conceivable that a huge amount of money and manpower must have been invested, and the ambition of the wolf son is clearly exposed.

The phone call just now was made to Shen Zui, although Shen Zui was vague on the phone, Zheng Jirong could roughly understand what he meant, it was nothing more than to let himself accept it when he saw it, and then quickly push a few substitutes for the dead to come out.

Although the Dongying side has always refused to admit the fact that the Black Dragon Society is engaged in espionage and assassination activities in China, and usually chooses to avoid talking about the incidents of the Black Dragon Society, but this time after all, so many Dongying people have died, in order to calm public opinion, the national government must put out a few enough substitutions to come out.

As for who to choose, Zheng Jirong already has a candidate, but at this time he has another thing to do.

At this point, he raised his eyes and stared at the center of the warehouse, where several people were being tightly bound, not only their faces covered with a thick layer of black cloth, but their mouths were also stuffed with cloth, and their figures looked extremely helpless in the dim light.

"Boss", Tie Zhu walked over, pointed to those people and explained: "That old devil named Jiuzhen has been in Shanghai for a total of eight years, in addition to his wife who brought him from Dongying a few years ago, he also raised three other lovers, and has a total of four sons, the younger of which is still in infancy, and the oldest is the eldest son he brought over in Dongying. ”

“.”

Looking at the swaddling clothes in one of the women's arms, Zheng Jirong shook helplessly, "Tiezhu, do you think I look like a pervert?" ”

"Perverted? How could it be! ”

Tie Zhu immediately shook his head and said: "Brother Rong, you help the poor, help the weak, even Dongying people dare to kill, more like a hero than Wang Yaqiao, how can you be a pervert!" ”

"Then what are you going to do with the little ones who are still drinking milk!"

Zheng Jirong raised his hand and knocked on the kid's head heavily, "You and I are a natural murderer, can't you just tie up the adult, I have to find a nurse for him if you tie the child up, isn't it troublesome?!" ”

"No, I'm tied up with my mother, the child's mother has milk."

“.”

Zheng Jirong shook his head, walked up to the group of people, and waved his hand to signal his subordinates to remove all the black cloth on their heads and the cloth in their mouths.

Looking at the frightened faces of these people, without waiting for them to beg for mercy, Zheng Jirong took the lead and said: "Your husband, that old thing called Jiuzhen sent someone to assassinate me this morning, do you know? ”

When the women and children heard this, a trace of confusion flashed in their eyes, and they looked at each other, but no one spoke.

Seeing this, Zheng Jirong shrugged his shoulders and said lightly: "It doesn't matter if you don't know, don't be afraid, I just want to collect some interest first."

With that, he picked up an iron rod from the table next to him and walked up to the tallest child in the group.

According to Tiezhu's statement, this kid should be Jiuzhen's eldest son in Dongying

With a few waves of the stick in his hand, Zheng Jirong saw that this kid had been staring at him in horror, and couldn't help but smile at him and said, "Don't look at the kid, turn your head away." ”

“.”

(End of chapter)