The two generals in front of them still looked puzzled.
Ma Xiaoguang suddenly felt a little bored, his face darkened and he said, "Fat man, aren't you curious why this young master is laughing?"
"Yes, I'm just so curious that I'm obsessed with it... Our brothers can't even catch up to your old man's thoughts!"
When the fat man heard this, he quickly put on a frightened expression and said respectfully.
"Ah, yes, yes! Why is the young master laughing?"
Lao Li also quickly grabbed the lines he had given a minute ago.
Although it was a bit stiff, I finally said everything that needed to be said.
"Ahem, do you understand the principle of one guest and two hosts?"
Chief Ma had put on an enigmatic expression and asked Fatty and Old Li.
"I understand, young master, are you going to find a place to prepare collodion in the dung shop, and then find a way to smuggle the stuff in through the dung truck?"
The fat man rolled his eyes, quickly reacted, and whispered the answer.
"That's about it. Now I can only think of this method."
Ma Xiaoguang nodded, looking like a teachable child.
Once the plan is finalized, all that remains is execution.
Unfortunately, nine times out of ten, life is not going as planned, and things will not always be smooth sailing.
The next day, when Ma Xiaoguang, Lao Tu and Zhang Aqi came to the dung shop, they already discovered that there were many neon military police here.
"We suspect there are dangerous elements here!"
The leading sergeant's Chinese was a bit stiff, but he could generally understand it.
"what happened?"
"This morning I found a Neon Army soldier dead in a nearby toilet..."
Lao Tu whispered to Ma Xiaoguang.
After the two briefly said a few words, they stopped talking - because the neon military police were already holding bayonets and forcing everyone to stand in a row at the gate of the dung shop, waiting for questions.
The sergeant said to everyone with a fierce look: "Unfortunately, a heroic soldier of the imperial army died in the toilet. This matter is very suspicious. Please explain it quickly, otherwise they will all die!"
The sergeant responded with dull silence.
"Baga, if you don't say anything, everyone will die!"
It was quite boring for the sergeant to jump up and down alone, and in the end he could only issue a death notice.
When Ma Xiaoguang and Lao Tu heard this, their expressions froze, and they immediately exchanged a look inadvertently - if the Japanese really killed people indiscriminately, they would have to fight to the death.
Just when the two men were fighting and couldn't bear it anymore, a military policeman hurried over and started whispering to the sergeant.
"Nani?"
The sergeant's expression suddenly turned strange when he heard the military policeman's whisper.
Although he was unwilling to do so, the sergeant did not embarrass the Shixing gang and ordered people to seal off the toilet where the accident occurred.
Everyone dispersed, and the cleaning workers began to work on their own.
Ma Xiaoguang and Lao Tu always paid attention to the situation in the toilet.
Soon two trucks from the Neon Army arrived.
The two trucks carried closed cargo boxes with no special words or markings on them.
There are only two small Japanese characters for "supply water" on the truck.
"Little devil, what do you mean?"
Lao Tu asked quietly in confusion.
"I didn't expect these devils to use special weapons so quickly..."
Ma Xiaoguang's eyes flashed, and he replied quietly with a stern expression.
"What weapon?"
"It should be chemical or bacterial weapons... I'm afraid the dead neon soldier was a member of this special force! I'm afraid only they know the cause of death."
Ma Xiaoguang lowered his head, his eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and whispered to Lao Tu.
After hearing this, Lao Tu did not continue to ask further questions.
As an old agent, although he didn't particularly understand some of the principles, he still knew clearly the killing effects of those special weapons.
The neon soldiers who got off the truck were all wearing chemical protective suits and masks. They quickly organized army soldiers to blockade the area around the dung row...
Ma Xiaoguang and Lao Tu were unable to start work, so they could only leave the dung shop in frustration.
"Master, what should I do? It's hard to find a place like this for a while now. The preparation of those things is very troublesome and dangerous..."
Lao Tu said to Ma Xiaoguang with a worried expression on his face.
"The road is naturally straight to the bridge. Fortunately among the misfortunes, we were not exposed and did not cause any conflict with the Japanese."
Ma Xiaoguang smiled nonchalantly and began to comfort Lao Tu.
“What about the venue?”
"Look again, maybe you can find it if you look here and there. There are many deserted places in Aurous Hill now..."
Looking up at the situation around the dung shop, there was no hope for the time being. Ma Xiaoguang and Lao Tu pushed an empty cart and left the scene.
There is a small flag of the dung industry on the cart, and there are two empty barrels on the cart, which are just a cover. It will be no problem to deal with the regular patrolling Japanese soldiers for the time being.
The two of them pushed the trolley through the once bustling streets and alleys of Jinling City.
Nowadays, these streets and alleys are deserted, making people feel like they are in another parallel ghost land time and space.
Most of the streets are empty of people. Occasionally, there are one or two pedestrians who are like zombies, floating quietly through the streets...
After walking around for more than two hours, the two arrived at Sanyuan Alley.
Before the fall of Japan, the most popular shops here were coffin shops and yizhuang.
After the fall, the coffin shop and Yi Zhuang were even more overcrowded, but unfortunately there were not many people doing business.
Many citizens who died in the accident were indiscriminately disposed of by neon soldiers without even being buried.
Fortunately, it was winter and the indescribable smell in the air was not strong yet, but the lingering feeling was something people would never forget.
Walking here, Ma Xiaoguang and Lao Tu both felt a strong sense of suffocation. No matter whether they covered their mouths and noses or wore masks, they always felt that there was a strange smell that could not be dissipated.
The two men continued walking on the empty street pushing the cart.
Turning around an alley, they suddenly felt a chill in their hearts.
At the door of a dilapidated yizhuang, a puppet-like man was sitting there, staring at the two of them with wide eyes.
This man had a ferocious expression, but remained motionless. He was like a statue of clay and wood, sitting against the door with an expressionless face.
His eyes were wide open, staring straight at the street.
Ma Xiaoguang and Lao Tu went up to check it out, and found that the man was no longer breathing.
Looking further down, there is a hole in the chest of the deceased that goes straight to the back. The blood on his body has long dried up and condensed into blood clots...
Ma Xiaoguang gritted his teeth in a deep voice and said to Lao Tu: "It seems that this person is in charge of Yizhuang, and he should have been stabbed to death with a bayonet...damned Japanese."
"These beasts have done too much evil."
Lao Tu shook his head and whispered.
The two simply placed the deceased at the door and walked into Yizhuang.
There is no life here, just like outside.
After a round of exploration, Ma Xiaoguang sighed heavily, standing there frowning but seeming thoughtful.
