In the busy city, Zhang Zhiwei didn't use thunder. These poor Eight Banners strangers were not worthy of his thunder, so he slapped them all to death with his simple big slap.
There were screams and blood splattered everywhere.
The first person who was shot away by Zhang Zhiwei and his family was hiding under the door panel and shivering. This guy was more alert and noticed something was wrong immediately. His idea was too tricky.
Therefore, when others took action against Zhang Zhiwei, he chose to huddle under the door panel and pretend to be dead. He planned to see the situation first, but he did not expect that the situation would be so tragic.
After seeing several people trying to escape being killed first, this person completely gave up the idea of escape. Instead, he restrained his breath and continued to huddle under the door panel and pretend to be dead.
The fighting, no, it should be that the killing did not last long, then it stopped, and the surroundings were quiet.
"What's going on? Why is there no sound at all? Then...the monster-like person is gone?"
At this time, Zhang Zhiwei was already equated with a monster in this person's mind.
He pricked up his ears to hear what was going on around him.
"boom!"
A big hand broke through the door, grabbed his throat from top to bottom, and pulled him out from under the door. The protruding wooden thorns on the door panel scratched his whole body with blood.
"I ask, you answer!" Zhang Zhiwei tilted his head and looked at the other person.
"You...you ask, don't kill...kill me..." The man stammered with fear on his face.
"What is your name?"
"I...my name is Hehan!"
"What's the relationship with Prince Su?"
"He...my grandfather!"
"Where is your grandpa? Where are your parents? Your grandpa has thirty or forty children. Why are there only three or two of you big cats and kittens here?"
Zhang Zhiwei was a little confused. According to Kameda Ichiro, there should be a lot of strangers here, and they should be quite powerful.
But these few people I met now have no strength at all. They are praised by local chickens and dogs.
He Han said in a trembling voice: "My parents and some uncles went to Japan to develop, and some of them were taken to Changbai Mountain by my grandfather. Only a few of us juniors stay here to watch the show!"
Prince Su also took people to Changbai Mountain... Zhang Zhiwei was shocked and asked quickly: "What are you going to Changbai Mountain for?"
"No...I don't know!"
"Um?!"
Zhang Zhiwei pressed his hand hard, and He Han's pale face turned red instantly, his facial features were distorted, and a pair of moves almost squeezed out his eyes.
"I...I really don't know...I was...smoking Fushou ointment at that time. I...didn't hear it very clearly. I only heard grandpa saying...that there is hope for...reviving the country!"
There is hope for the restoration of the country... Zhang Zhiwei thought for a while.
What is the relationship between Changbai Mountain and the restoration of the country?
Changbai Mountain is the highest and largest mountain in Northeast China. Songhua River, Tumen River and Yalu River. These three important rivers originate from Tianchi in Changbai Mountain. They can be said to be the source of rivers in Northeast China.
Therefore, Changbai Mountain has been regarded as a "holy mountain" since ancient times.
The birthplace of the Manchu Qing Dynasty was Changbai Mountain.
But Zhang Zhiwei really couldn't think of anything in Changbai Mountain that could restore Prince Su to the country and make the Japanese pirates go to war.
After thinking to no avail, Zhang Zhiwei looked at the Hehan in his hand and said coldly: "Smoking big cigarettes at critical times is of no use to you. The previous dynasty was ruined by you guys. Go down and make amends to your ancestors." !”
After saying that, he exerted force on his hand and heard a "click" sound, and Hehan's head was pulled aside feebly.
Throwing the body away casually, Zhang Zhiwei was about to make a move when he suddenly paused and took out a piece of black paper from his pocket. On the paper, white writing appeared.
It was news from Lu Jin that someone from the extra-high school class came to test him, but they got rid of him and haven't been exposed yet.
However, once the Japanese pirates discover that a person is missing and start a thorough investigation, they will definitely not be able to hide and ask him where he is and how he should act now.
"It's quite fast!"
Zhang Zhiwei wrote back, asking them to stay at the Yamato Hotel and not to act rashly. He also asked Lu Ci to use Ruyi Jin to knock out all the people in the presidential suites next door and tie them up as meat tickets. These people seemed to have high status.
Yamato Hotel is a semi-official hotel owned by the Japanese Railway Company. Not only the important figures from the Japanese pirates stay there, but also many high-status foreigners.
Normally, Japanese pirates would not dare or would not use heavy weapons to attack such a place.
Without the involvement of heavy weapons, the aliens would have a lot of room to operate.
This is also the reason why Zhang Zhiwei chose to stay at Yamato Hotel.
If you choose to lurk in a gathering place for Chinese people like Xiaogangzi.
It would not be good if the Japanese pirates used thermal weapons to bombard them regardless of casualties.
"Hold on for a while, wait for me to come back!"
After sending the message, Zhang Zhiwei did not leave immediately. Instead, he jumped from the third floor and fell straight down like a heavy weight.
With a "boom", it was smashed through the floor and reached the first underground floor.
It turns out that this Double Happiness Club has more than three floors, and there is also a large basement below.
The basement was filled with an unpleasant smell. Inside, there were several twisted corpses wearing black coats, melon caps and long braids.
They were all thugs from the Double Happiness Club, and they were shocked to death when Zhang Zhiwei fell from the sky and fell through the floor.
Zhang Zhiwei glanced past the corpse and looked around.
This basement is very large, with many small rooms in it.
The door to the room is an iron fence, and through the gap, you can see what's going on inside.
Some rooms are empty.
There were several naked bodies lying in some rooms.
There were also people locked up in some rooms, mostly young women with disheveled clothes and frightened faces.
Zhang Zhiwei understood what this basement was for after just one glance.
The second floor of this place is a brothel. Where do the prostitutes come from?
It can’t be through recruitment!
Even in later generations, before the crackdown on organized crime, there were quite a few gangsters who abducted and trafficked women to do this, let alone in this day and age.
This is where the Double Happiness Club detains and trains trafficked women.
Judging from the few naked corpses, this place is absolutely heart-rending.
"Damn it!"
Zhang Zhiwei walked over, ripped off the iron bars of those compartments, and rescued the people.
While he was rescuing people, from time to time, the thugs responsible for training would run out of the cubicles in a panic, holding up their pants.
These people were not idiots. When they saw this movement, they immediately knew that they were in trouble. Some of them knelt down to spare their lives, while others wanted to run out.
Regarding these guys, Zhang Zhiwei had no intention of sparing them. He moved and took action with anger.
"Pfft!"
"Pfft!"
Several sounds of flesh and blood breaking were heard.
Suddenly, the basement was filled with a thick bloody smell like paste.
"Bang bang bang..."
Headless corpses fell down one after another, and the blood from the neck cavity sprayed to the ceiling. It was like a bloody rain, and the bones and blood were shattered on the ground.
Zhang Zhiwei was very angry just now, and he used a lot of force. With a few slaps, he blew the heads of these people.
Bone residue mixed with meat paste slipped from Zhang Zhiwei's hand, but it didn't stick to it at all.
Zhang Zhiwei's whole body was glowing with golden light. With three strokes, five divided by two, he tore down all the iron bars of the small cubicles. Some of the women inside were screaming and huddled in the corner, some were shouting for help, and some were kowtowing, begging him. This god saves lives.
After all, Zhang Zhiwei's current golden figure form, with his body covered by golden light, looks a bit like a god.
"You're safe, but it's best not to rush out now. Wait a quarter of an hour for the noise outside to subside before you go out again!"
Lu Jin and the others were in a hurry, and time was running out. Zhang Zhiwei didn't say anything to these people, just gave instructions and turned to leave.
After he left, a woman who had just been trafficked stepped on the iron fence and carefully poked her head out of the small compartment.
At a glance, they could see that those who had tortured them before were all turned into headless corpses lying in a pool of blood, and there was blood and mud sliding down bit by bit on the ceiling. Everything was a little unreal, as if they were dreaming.
But the pain everywhere in her body told her that everything was real.
"Is it really because God heard our prayers that a god came down to earth?"
She stared at this scene in a daze. The tall figure bathed in holy light just now seemed to have taken root in his heart and could not get rid of it.
That figure kept flashing back in her mind, as if it had given her some kind of power, allowing her to not be afraid even in such a terrifying scene.
After a while, she calmed down and began to rescue the sisters who were also in trouble, preparing to escape from this devil's cave together.
Of course, before escaping, she kept in mind what that person, or the god in her heart, said, and waited for a quarter of an hour before going out.
She looked up at the big hole in the basement ceiling. The sun shone down and hit her face. It was warm and comfortable.
Inexplicably, she had an intuition that the figure just now brought her not only simple salvation, but also an exceptional, unprecedented gesture and baptism.
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On the other side, Zhang Zhiwei waved his hand and fired a series of golden lights. After killing all the people who deserved to be killed, he frowned and strode out of the Double Happiness Club.
Just take a step.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Three cylindrical objects, thick at one end and thin at the other, were thrown at his feet.
Zhang Zhiwei recognized it at a glance as an M1917 wooden handle grenade.
"Rumble...Rumble..."
A series of explosions sounded.
Not far away, on a four-story building, a sniper wearing a non-reflective helmet raised a long sniper rifle and pointed it straight in Zhang Zhiwei's direction!
"Haha, three grenades and one bullet to increase the distance, even the gods will be finished. Cleaning plan, suspicious target No. 34 has been eliminated!"
The sniper smiled coldly, and was about to put away his gun and retreat, but his temples suddenly jumped, and the feeling of suffocation came like a tide.
Almost instinctively and professionally, he dodged backwards, looking for new cover, but nothing happened.
"No, there!"
The sniper looked towards the entrance of Double Happiness Club again.
I saw golden light spreading out like mercury from there.
In the golden light, a tall figure stood, his head tilted, his gaze intense, two golden eyes, as bright as stars, staring at him.
(End of chapter)
