"Don't move, don't even move!"
Director Wang was afraid that the gun would go off, so he quickly stopped his men. However, his men did not put down their guns at this time, but looked at Demu and others warily one by one.
These people can be regarded as living a life of licking blood with the tip of a knife. At that time, the streets were very unstable, and as patrol policemen, they could die on the streets at any time.
So they were all nervous. After all, the Japanese in front of them took action without warning.
But seeing that his men refused to put down their guns, Director Wang also understood. He said with a cold face: "Master Sun? Although these people are all death row prisoners, they cannot be killed here. The death row prisoners died in the city, how can I explain this to the top?"
Sun Shimao quickly apologized, then pulled Director Wang aside and said: "There are too many imperial troops. Kill the prisoners on death row and change into their clothes, so that everyone can leave the city. Of course, I won't let my brothers take this risk in vain." Yes, after we leave the city, I will give you ten small yellow croakers, and each brother will receive one piece each. How about it? With this money, you, Director Wang, can live a good life no longer being the director."
"Let's live it! Ten gold bars, how can such a big thing be overcome? At least twenty gold bars, two for each of our brothers. If you don't want to, you guys will find a way out of the city on your own."
Director Wang immediately became angry, and his face could be clearly seen falling off immediately.
Sun Shimao was helpless, because it was already imminent. If they didn't leave the city tonight, it would be difficult to leave tomorrow. The manhunt throughout the city has been continuing, and I am afraid that the entire Kaifeng will be searched by the garrison and gendarmerie before tomorrow morning.
So when that time comes, where else can they hide?
Thinking of this, Sun Shimao nodded and said: "I agree to all your conditions. Let the imperial army change clothes. Let's leave the city?"
At this time, Director Wang stretched out his hand, meaning money.
Sun Shimao smacked his lips and said, "What else can I do without you?"
Director Wang sneered and said: "Master Sun, when you leave the city, you will leave. Who will I ask for money then? And I can't see the money. Look at my brothers, can they agree? These people , I’m telling you, I don’t even rub sand in my eyes. Huh!”
Sun Shimao had no choice but to open the small box he carried with him.
Under the moonlight, the gold bars were shining brightly. Director Wang was very emotional when he saw them, and thought to himself: It is better to make money by doing the medicinal materials business.
When he was young, Sun Shimao took out the gold bars and handed them to Director Wang. Director Wang put ten gold bars in each of his left and right pockets, and then called all his men over, each with two gold bars.
One of them even put the gold bar in his mouth and bit it twice to confirm that it was real, and then he started laughing.
At the same time, Demu became impatient and asked, "Can we leave? If we can leave, take off the handcuffs and shackles on these death row prisoners, and we need to change clothes."
"Okay, okay! Brothers, get busy."
Director Wang yelled, and with money, these people's movements were obviously different, they had smiles on their faces, and their movements became much faster.
Demu looked at the people in front of him with disdain and thought: These are the Chinese. As long as they are given enough benefits, they can even sell their ancestors.
After a while, the handcuffs and shackles of the death row prisoner were removed, and even the death row prisoner's clothes were taken off by the patrol officers.
Director Wang chuckled and said: "Mr. Demu, these brothers of mine have provided excellent service, right?"
Demu said with a smile: "Yes, I can see that these brothers of yours are all very talented people. They have promising jobs."
"Haha! Thank you Mr. Demu for the compliment."
Director Wang exchanged greetings with Demu, and then led his people to pull the corpses to a deserted place. Demu and others took the opportunity to change into the clothes of death row prisoners.
These death row inmates didn't know how long they had been living in the cell, and they hadn't taken a shower or changed clothes for a long time. They smelled like mud, and many of the death row inmates had lice on their bodies. Demu and others were extremely itchy when they put on their clothes.
Sun Shimao was even more so, complaining: "What kind of clothes are these? They are so dirty, how can you wear them?"
Demu said nonchalantly: "I don't think this is enough. Our hair and faces are too clean. Use dirt to smear your face black, and there must be ashes on your hair."
With that said, Demu took the lead in grabbing soil and rubbing it on his head.
The Japanese spies also followed suit. They had all received professional training. Not to mention grabbing a handful of dirt and throwing it on their heads. They had all eaten shit.
Therefore, it is not unreasonable for the little devil to be cruel.
But Sun Shimao couldn't do it. He had no training at all, and he was a young man from a rich family. He grabbed a handful of soil, thought about it and sprinkled it on the ground, then used the loose soil on his hand to spread it on his face like powder.
Demu, who was watching on the side, was furious and thought: Now we are about to run for our lives, why are you still being pretentious?
He winked at his men, and the two Japs grabbed two handfuls of dirt, slapped them on Sun Shimao's head, and then rubbed them.
"Hey, hey!"
Sun Shimao shouted, but the two devils would not listen to him. In just a moment, they made Sun Shimao's hair look like a rag.
Sun Shimao's head was smeared with hair oil. When the dirt was stuck to the oil, his hair became clumps.
At this time, Sun Shimao felt as uncomfortable as if there was a tight spell on his head.
But just when he wanted to complain, Demu praised him instead: "Sun Sang, among us, you are the most like a death row prisoner, hahaha!"
"Hehe! Hehe! Yes, yes!"
Sun Shimao grinned, obviously taking advantage of Demu's praise.
However, at this moment, Director Wang came back with his people, and several patrol officers were carrying handcuffs and shackles to Demu and others.
One of the Japs cursed Baga.
"Baga, what's wrong with your grandma? If a death row prisoner doesn't wear handcuffs or shackles, is he still a death row prisoner? If you want to die, we won't stop you. Don't drag us to death together."
One of the patrol officers immediately yelled.
The Japanese man knew Chinese, and when he heard the other party scolding him, he would beat the patrolman. But at this moment, Demu scolded in Japanese: "Baga, this brother is right. We are on death row now. How can we pass the checkpoint without bringing these?"
"Hi!"
The Japanese agent bowed and stepped aside. At this time, Demu said to Director Wang: "Director Wang, although we are wearing handcuffs and shackles, the key must be in our hands. Is there no problem with this?"
Director Wang thought for a moment, and then said: "The problem is no problem, but if we encounter the kind of serious city gate defenders who want to check, we will be suspected if we don't have the key. And you have the key with you. Carrying a gun and carrying a box in your hand will expose us.
Let me tell you this, when we do this kind of thing, we risk losing our heads.
So I hope Mr. Demu can understand the feelings of the brothers. After all, we have to live in Kaifeng after you are gone. And we still have to find a way to deal with those corpses just now, otherwise we won't be able to stay in Kaifeng City. "
Demu nodded, feeling that what Director Wang said was reasonable, so he stopped insisting and just asked: "Our box is very important, where is the safest place to put it?"
(End of chapter)
