The rain did not increase in intensity, but it continued.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a piece of oil paper from the secret space and shook it violently.

He saw two men holding their arms not far away, and his body shook as he shook the oil paper.

The two people started to run quickly.

On a rainy day, it’s normal to hold your arms and run quickly.

He chuckled and wiped the rainwater from his hair.

The thick hair moves back with the neat hairline.

When the two people were approaching him, he turned around and sat down.

What seemed like an ordinary day to him was different for Daisaku Kawamoto and Shun Tada.

They first worked hard and then faltered. They lost their energy and their hands and feet were still a little weak.

Then he was knocked down by Fan Ziliang.

Now that I'm running over here, I'm going to take out a dagger and stab him.

But Zhao Chuanxin sat down on the chair, making their movements in vain.

Then I heard Zhao Chuanxin say: "Run quickly, it's raining, go home and collect your clothes."

I don’t know what scene I was thinking of, but I still laughed.

The two of them were confused.

What do you mean? Why are you laughing?

Anyway, they would definitely not talk to strangers casually on the street.

I won’t even laugh to myself.

They still don’t understand what social badass syndrome is.

When Zhao Chuanxin saw that the two of them did not leave and were looking directly at him, he wondered: "What are you looking at? Can you try to look at me again?"

After saying that, he felt happy again.

You see, happiness is so simple, you can make fun of yourself.

But in the eyes of Daisaku Kawamoto and Shun Tada, it was completely different. They suddenly felt a creepy feeling.

Is this man a lunatic? Insane?

That's right, if you weren't a madman, would you dare to do those things on American soil?

Seeing that the two of them were still silent, Zhao Chuanxin wiped the rain off his face again, moved the crutch beside him and stood up: "Oh, do you two want to sit for a while? Come on, don't follow me.

You’re welcome, sit down and take a rest. You’re home now!”

Even though he was on crutches, Zhao Chuanxin was 1.86 meters tall and weighed 180 kilograms. When he sat on the bench, his height was almost higher than when the two of them were standing. His aura alone was enough.

Horrible.

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has intention.

They even said they were home, and the two of them felt a little stunned.

Tada Shun showed his dagger and shouted in very good Japanese: "Kawamoto-kun, what are you waiting for!"

After saying that, he stabbed Zhao Chuanxin with a knife.

If he wanted to stab Zhao Chuanxin in the chest, he would have to raise his feet slightly.

Zhao Chuanxin hasn't done anything yet. He usually doesn't take any precautions in Lugang Town.

The insect silk ribbon from the pocket came out silently, seemingly light and fluttery, but it wrapped around Tada Shun's wrist very accurately.

Tada Shun only felt his wrist tighten. The insect silk ribbon first wrapped around his wrist, and the other end wrapped around his elbow. He couldn't control his arm at all, it bent, and the dagger pierced his shoulder.

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes widened: "In my life, this is the first time I've seen someone stab me."

He had already reacted, stood up, grabbed Tada Shun's hair, raised his right knee and slammed it.

Poof...

The bridge of the nose is completely collapsed!

Another hit!

Another hit!

After three collisions, Tada Shun's body was already limp and dead.

Zhao Chuanxin held Tada Shun's hair in his right hand, pulled his shirt collar with his left hand, lifted him up with a light weight, and threw him towards Kawamoto Daisaku.

Everything happened so fast, Kawamoto Daisaku's head was buzzing.

I have never seen three fierce men beat someone to death with their knees!

Facing the peerless warrior Zhao Chuanxin, he could no longer resist.

He simply threw away the knife, turned around and ran away, avoiding being hit by Shun Tada's body.

Looking at Daisaku Kawamoto running like a rabbit, Zhao Chuanxin was about to chase after him. After running for a few steps, he suddenly thought that he still had a leg injury.

Huh?

Why can’t I feel any pain?

He looked down at his left leg in surprise, then tore off the bandage and found that only a scar was left, and the wound seemed to have healed long ago.

I stretched it tentatively, but still felt no pain.

I tightened my muscles and started to stretch my thighs, but it still didn’t hurt.

"It's bad, it turns out it's already healed."

Look again, Kawamoto’s masterpiece has disappeared in the rain.

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head and stopped pursuing.

The worm silk ribbon climbed up at some point and wrapped around Zhao Chuanxin's arm. There was a buzzing sound, the water vapor was shaken away, and then it got into his pocket.

Thank you so much for the worm silk ribbon today.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't think he could be assassinated by two clowns, but he might be injured.

His leg injury is just fine, but he doesn't want to have more wounds on his body.

Fan Ziliang came back and saw Zhao Chuanxin standing next to the bench with two crutches on his shoulders and a body lying on the ground.

This corpse looks familiar.

"Sir, what is this?"

Zhao Chuanxin took the thing in his hand and said: "It's an assassin sent by the Japs. You go to the security station, ask someone to take pictures, and check it out by the way.

There is another assassin, but he has already escaped, so if he can’t be found after a simple search, it’s fine.

Tell Li Guangzong to publish in the newspaper and seriously protest against the assassination of the little devil!"

Protest? Who wouldn’t?

Zhao Chuanxin decided that he would have to protest in the future if he had nothing to do.

He thought of something again, straightened his back, and said with dignity: "Ziliang, you know, behind me is Lugang Town. I have been summoned, and I must move forward and kill the little Japs, as always!

Ziliang, remember to tell Li Guangzong this sentence so that it can be used when publishing it in the newspaper."

After saying that, he carried the red sausage and big ribs wrapped in oil paper and walked away with his crutch.

Fan Ziliang will not be able to deal with this directly.

The first sentence you said was just right, but now it feels like it’s superfluous.

Fan Ziliang shouted from behind: "Sir, your leg is injured..."

Zhao Chuanxin didn't even look back: "Oh, the leg injury has just healed."

Fan Ziliang was confused.

Just healed?

Zhao Chuanxin left in style.

He didn’t know yet that he was killing a future Class A war criminal by kneeling him three times.

And the one who ran away will be the culprit of the Huanggutun incident in the future.

……

The assassination of Zhao Chuanxin was a big event.

Mounted police are searching the whole town!

Kawamoto Daisaku was not found, but Liu Jiahui caught a fair-looking man with clean and handsome features.

The people of Lugang Town love Zhao Chuanxin from the bottom of their hearts.

This man's name is Jiang Jingming, and he was reported by a commoner, saying that he was acting suspiciously and sneakily.

"Where are you from?"

Liu Jiahui took a notebook and took notes.

Jiang Jingming is very handsome, only 1.7 meters tall.

She is well dressed and her skin is fair.

He cringed and said: "My wife and daughter got separated a few years ago. I walked from Mongolia to Hebei. From Hebei to Tianjin, and then all the way north. Someone told me that they met my wife, so I came to Lugang Town.

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To be continued...