When the lanterns first came on, it was the time when Zuixianlou, the largest restaurant in Zhangjiakou, was loading up its guests.
In Zuixian Tower, there was a lot of noise, and the upper and lower floors were almost full of guests.
Five or six waiters were shuttled back and forth, busy delivering dishes and drinks to various tables.
Everyone was so tired that they were sweating profusely, and it looked like business was booming.
Business was so booming, but the owner of the restaurant didn't look happy at all.
He kept sitting at the counter and smoking, looking very worried.
At this time, there was a sound of chickens and dogs jumping outside the door, and suddenly seven or eight big men came in.
They were all dressed in black clothes and trousers, with wide belts tied around their waists.
Each of them carried a box gun on his back.
The first one was in his twenties, wearing a Japanese military cap and Japanese officer's high-waisted leather boots. , he looked like a traitor at first sight, with a cigarette in his mouth and a look of violence on his face.
As soon as he entered the door, this guy shouted loudly: "Old Liutou, three days are up, what do you think?
Are you willing to sell the restaurant to me?"
This shout was clearly heard by everyone in the restaurant, and there was a sudden silence upstairs and downstairs.
Everyone recognized that this guy was a gangster from Zhangjiakou named Masan.
This guy has always stripped away family graves, kicked down widows' doors, and has done everything but good deeds.
In the past few months, I don't know what means I used to hook up with Masao Watanabe.
This kid is not much younger than Masao Watanabe, but he has made him his godfather.
So he immediately changed his identity, got the title of security captain, and gathered twenty to thirty people under his command.
From then on, he intensified his efforts, doing all kinds of harm to the people.
Frightened by the brutality of the Japanese, people dared to be angry but dare not speak out.
Now, this guy has actually set his sights on Zuixian Restaurant, and people can't help but secretly worry about the restaurant owner.
The restaurant owner hurriedly came over with a cigarette bag in hand, nodded and bowed and said: "Master Ma, thank you for your hard work.
Master Ma, please sit upstairs.
Waiter, serve tea."
But Masan didn't answer the question at all.
He waved his hands and raised his head and said: "Stop talking nonsense, Old Liutou, please give me a sweet word and tell me whether you want to sell this restaurant or not."
The restaurant owner was about to cry.
He bowed repeatedly and said, "Master Ma, you are so noble.
This small shop has been handed down from our ancestors and cannot be sold."
"What?"
When Ma San heard this, he became furious.
He threw down the cigarette butt in his hand, stretched out his hand to grab the restaurant owner's collar, took out a box of cannons, lit his head and cursed: "Don't you fucking understand?"
Anyway, Mr.
Ma, I want to buy your restaurant because I think highly of you.
How dare you say you won’t sell it?
I wonder if you are tired of living.”
The restaurant owner was so frightened that his face turned blue.
He held up his hands and said, "Master Ma, please calm down.
Master Ma, please calm down.
We really can't sell this small shop."
"Fuck you."
Ma San pushed the restaurant owner to the ground, turned around and shouted: "Brothers, smash this restaurant to me."
The six big men behind him agreed, picked up the stool and smashed it everywhere.
The diners who were eating were frightened, and they rushed out of the door to grab something, for fear of suffering an unreasonable disaster.
In the blink of an eye, everything was running upstairs and downstairs.
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Masan laughed happily, stopped his men from smashing, looked around the restaurant, and said proudly: "Old Liutou, let me see if you can sell this restaurant." " Turning around, I saw a person at the table in the corner, wearing a long gown and a top hat, pouring himself a drink, eating and drinking happily.
Masan's eyes suddenly widened, and he said angrily: "Hey, why is there someone without eyes here?"
This man was Ye Hang, who created a big explosion that completely destroyed the Watanabe Brigade.
Thinking that Watanabe must still have people left behind in Zhangjiakou, he decided to eradicate them and went all the way to Zhangjiakou.
When I found the military camp, I saw that there were indeed troops left behind, but there were not many of them.
It looked like there were only sixty or seventy people in a small team.
Ye Hang didn't pay attention to these few people at all.
After making up his mind to do it in the middle of the night, he first found a place to eat and rest.
He was really exhausted these past few days.
I heard that the drunk duck at Zuixian Restaurant was good, so I came here because of its reputation.
Who would have thought that I would encounter someone who wanted to buy the restaurant forcibly.
When the people around Masan heard what Masan said, a man immediately picked up a box of cannons and came over aggressively, raising his hand to shoot.
But when the hand was halfway, Ye Hang grabbed the neck of the hand and pressed it on the table.
The chopsticks of his right hand were inserted smoothly.
The chopsticks penetrated the palm of his hand and pinned the guy's palm firmly to the table.
This guy screamed "Oh my God", his feet jumped in pain, and he cried and cursed.
Ye Hang ignored him and continued to drink.
In fact, he drank just to show off.
He had activities to do at night, so he only had a small glass of wine for fun.
As soon as Ma San saw it, he shouted: "It's against him, it's against him.
Brothers, take this blind bastard to me and take him to the security team.
We brothers will take good care of him."
As he said this, he led five of his men to carry the The gun rushed over.
Before he could get closer, the wine glass in Ye Hang's hand "suddenly" flew out and hit the bridge of Masan's nose, breaking the bridge of his nose.
Masan screamed and lay on the ground, covering his nose.
Rolling.
The remaining five people looked bad and raised their guns to shoot.
Ye Hang was well prepared.
He picked up the stool and smashed it over, knocking down two of them at once.
Then he jumped out like a leopard and punched the first one flying backwards.
The remaining two were frightened and raised their heads.
He stood there with his gun drawn, not knowing what to do.
Ye Hang casually took away the gun from their hands, grabbed their gun-holding hands and pressed them on the table.
He grabbed a handful of chopsticks and nailed the two hands together.
These two hands were considered useless.
There were more than a dozen chopsticks.
When it was inserted, it turned into a rotten tomato, and the two guys howled together.
Looking back at the hotel owner, he was stunned and lying on the ground.
The waiter had already disappeared.
He smiled and shook his head.
He put away the guns and bullets of the seven guys and placed them on the table with seven boxes.
The cannons were almost all new, all made of twenty-gun Mauser guns, glowing blue under the light, and containing more than two hundred rounds of bullets.
Ye Hang looked at the guns and thought: "Good guns."
These guns are suitable for him.
Although his Desert Eagle is easy to use, he did not expect that the recoil is too great.
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Although it has high lethality, it is not very practical with magazines.
The capacity is small, and the fact that there are no pistol magazines available for purchase in the mall is really frustrating.
Japan's Southern-style pistols are too rubbish and can be called the worst pistols in the history of World War II, so this Mauser, commonly known as box gun and shell gun, became the best choice.
This kind of gun became useless in Germany after it was developed by Mauser Company because the recoil was too great and the muzzle jumped violently.
Once a shot was fired, the muzzle of the gun would point into the sky, and future bullets would not know where they would go.
But I didn't expect that this kind of gun would be so popular in China.
I just changed the shooting posture of the gun, gave up the front sight on the gun, put the gun flat, and used the recoil of the gun.
Twenty rounds of bullets can hit a fan, which is similar to that of a small gun.
Like a machine gun.
China has imported nearly 200,000 of these guns, so bullets are not a problem at all.
This kind of gun is also the favorite weapon of bandits, horse thieves, and guerrillas.
The speed machine mentioned in the railway guerrillas is this kind of gun.
Ye Hang grabbed a piece of tablecloth, put the gun and bullets in a bag, took out the knife, and rewarded each of them with a knife.
These guys looked like traitors at first glance, and Ye Hang would never be polite to traitors.
These guys have given me more than 70 points of experience, and more than 800 g is not bad.
Returning to the hotel he booked in advance, Ye Hang took out his guns and picked out the two best ones.
He kept the remaining magazines and threw them into the sewer.
The night was getting deeper and snowflakes were floating in the air.
Ye Hang put on his night clothes, put the pistol in the holster on his leg, two box cannons and the bayonet in his waist, put on his backpack, and jumped out of the hotel window. go out.
The streets were dark and deserted.
Instead of walking on the streets, he walked through alleys and ran quickly to the Japanese military camp.
The lax defense of the Japanese military camp made Ye Hang angry.
Under the dim light, the only two sentries disappeared.
When I quietly leaned over, I discovered that these two guys were actually running in the watchtower, sleeping soundly back to back.
Ye Hang was overjoyed.
He would never find it difficult to kill the Japanese.
It would be great if they all lined up to be slaughtered.
He gently opened the door of the watchtower, and before the two guys woke up, he cut the neck of the one on the right with a knife.
At the same time, he stretched out his left hand and crushed the throat of the one on the left.
The two guys kicked their legs and broke off without saying a word.
Angry, he quickly cut off the heads of the two unlucky guys and slithered into the yard.
The Japs' barracks was very large.
It looked like a school, but it was much larger than Zhang Bei's barracks and had many more houses.
A small team left behind by the Japs lived in the front row.
Ye Hang approached the door and listened.
There was a mess of clenching teeth, farting, snoring, and talking in sleep.
The little devil slept so soundly.
He gently opened the door, stepped into the house, and gently closed the door.
With the faint light coming from the door, Ye Hang touched the Japanese man closest to the door, covered his mouth with his left hand, and turned his head slightly.
The bayonet in his right hand plunged into the back of his head with a "plop" sound, straight through the brain.
As soon as the Japanese stood upright, he silently returned to Japan.
They passed by one by one, and in less than five minutes, all the thirty or so Japs in the room were killed.
After stretching and flexing their muscles, they quietly entered the next room to continue killing.
One knife at a time, faster than killing a chicken.
In less than half an hour, including the two at the door, a total of sixty-seven Japanese were cleared.
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I have also been promoted to a level and looked at my personal information.
Rank: Corporal 4 Experience: 45070 g: 150000 cf: 13600 It's not bad.
I took another look at the mall and it's still those things.
Because I still have enough guns and ammunition now, Ye Hang doesn't plan to buy any more.
A cannon is enough for long-range sniping.
As for the 38 big cover of the little devil at close range, the same is true.
It's a good choice, mainly because you don't have to spend g to buy bullets, and you don't feel bad about throwing them away after you use them.
After exiting the system and looking at the room that looked like a slaughterhouse, Ye Hang felt indescribably comfortable all over his body.
Killing the little devil was so damn good.
In the past, Ye Hang was very envious when he heard his grandpa talk about killing Americans, but now hehehe.
Ye Hang's grandfather did not participate in the Anti-Japanese War, which was a lifelong regret for the old man.
Although he was still a little kid who could just walk at the time, his grandson made up for this regret.
After being paranoid for a while, he took out a Japanese killing order, threw away his hand and stabbed the squad leader in the head with a bayonet.
He went out to look for Watanabe's room.
He was busy for half the night and wanted to find a place to rest, and Watanabe's room was definitely the most comfortable.
I quickly found the place.
The door was unlocked.
I pushed the door in, found the switch, and turned on the light.
Watanabe's office was not much better than Yanwujiro's.
There was a desk and a bed, but the table was larger than Yanwujiro's.
There is a map on the wall, the same as the one I got from Genmujiro.
Sitting on Watanabe's chair, he rummaged through the drawers and found a cashier's check from Citibank of the United States for a total of US$400,000.
Ye Hang was happy all of a sudden.
This guy Watanabe is better at plundering than Takejiro Yan, but it's a pity that he got it so much.
I better not be angry, you two idiots, haha.
I washed my face and lay on Watanabe's bed, playing with the thick cashier's check in my hand.
I thought to myself: I didn't worry about food and clothing at home before, and I didn't take money too seriously.
How did I travel here and look at this trivial thing?
One hundred thousand dollars, it feels like finding a treasure.
It seems that the situation is better than the person.
Do the math.
The total of the oceans, gold bars, etc. of that guy Genmujiro is about 100,000 U.S. dollars.
Add in the 400,000 U.S. dollars, a total of 500,000.
In this era, buy some advanced weapons from the United States and Germany, and arm an army.
It should be about the same as a small special forces unit, and since I bought it with G, I should be able to give it a try.
As for the weapons bought at the CF point, don’t even think about it and just go for it.
The weapons bought at the CF point are too expensive and cannot be consumed at all.
But if there is a chance, I still want to rob the Japanese.
Only with more money can we do big things.
After thinking about it, he fell asleep.
He didn't know how long he slept, but the ringing of the phone woke him up.
He opened his eyes to see that it was still dark, pulled the quilt angrily, and continued to sleep with his head covered.
But the phone kept ringing so stubbornly that he was so angry that he jumped out of bed and rushed to the table.
He picked up the phone and was about to drop it, but after thinking about it, he put it down again, picked up the phone and put it to his ear.
Before he could After saying a word, a string of Japanese words came from the other side of the phone: "Moxi Moxi, is this Watanabe-kun?"
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Ye Hang responded casually: "It's me, who are you?"
"I am Koichi Kobayashi, chief of staff of the wing, and I order you to come to the wing for a meeting immediately."
The person on the phone responded.
Ye Hang laughed loudly and said: "Asking Masao Watanabe to attend a meeting is a no-brainer in this life.
Watanabe's entire brigade, including Zhangbei County Yanwujiro's brigade, were all killed by me.
No one is left."
Kobayashi Koichi After meeting with Masao Watanabe, Ye Hang understood that Watanabe was definitely afraid of being held accountable and sent troops without reporting to his superiors.
But after killing so many little devils, it is necessary to inform the little devils, otherwise these bastards will think that there is no one in China.
The pig-headed chief of staff on the other end of the phone obviously didn't have his head turned around.
Ye Hang heard the sound of banging the table on the phone, and he just heard him shout: "Baga, who are you to dare to make such a joke?
You are dead."
Damn it, get Masao Watanabe on the phone right away."
Ye Hang was willing to suffer a loss and immediately scolded him back in Japanese: "I asked Ye Hang to kill the guy Watanabe and his troops, and they were all killed by me on the way to Zhangbei. " After saying that, I stopped talking to him, hung up the phone with a bang, and unplugged the phone cord.
Lying on the bed again, Ye Hang couldn't sleep anymore.
He suddenly thought: Oops, this little devil came to take a look.
There were more than a thousand people in a brigade, and not a single one was killed.
Then he had to turn over the land to find me, the murderer.
I'm not afraid, the little devil can't catch me, but if the little devil can't catch me, then the common people won't be able to take it out.
Thinking of this, I didn't sleep anymore.
I jumped up and said to myself: "If it doesn't work, I still have to take the initiative and let the little devil take care of himself
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