"Don't move, don't move!"

Director Wang was afraid that the gun would go fire, so he quickly stopped his subordinates, but his subordinates did not put the gun down at this time, but looked at Demu and others vigilantly.

These people lived a life of licking blood from the knife. At that time, the streets were very uneasy, and as patrolmen, they could even corpse on the streets at any time.

So they were all nervous. After all, without any warning, the Japanese in front of them took action.

But seeing that his subordinates refused to put down their guns, Director Wang also understood. He said with a cold face: "Young Master Sun? Although these people are death row prisoners, they cannot be killed here. The death row prisoner died in the city. How can I explain this to Shangfeng?"

Sun Shimao quickly laughed, then pulled Director Wang to the side and said, "There are too many imperial troops. If you kill the death row prisoners and put them on their clothes, you can all leave the city. Of course, I will not let my brothers bear this risk for nothing. After leaving the city, I will give you ten small yellow croakers, and each brother, one by one. How about it? With this money, you, Director Wang, will not be the director, and you can live a good life."

"That's a big deal! Ten gold bars, can such a big thing be overcome? At least twenty, two of us each. If you don't want to, you can find a way to go out of the city yourself."

Director Wang became angry, and his face fell off as it could be seen clearly.

Sun Shimao was helpless because it was imminent at this time. If they didn't leave the city tonight, it would be difficult to leave tomorrow. The search in the city continued, and it would be impossible to use tomorrow morning, and the entire Kaifeng would be rummaged through the garrison and military police.

So at that time, where can they hide?

Thinking of this, Sun Shimao nodded and said, "I agree to your conditions. Let the Imperial Army change clothes, let's go out of the city?"

At this time, Director Wang stretched out his hand, meaning money.

Sun Shimao smacked his lips and said, "Can I lose you?"

Director Wang sneered: "Young Master Sun, you will leave after leaving the city. Who will I ask for money? And if I can't see the money, look at my brothers, can they agree? I will tell you that everyone is not rubbing sand in their eyes. Humph!"

Sun Shimao had no choice but to open the small box he carried with him.

Under the moonlight, the gold bars were golden. Director Wang felt very moved and thought to himself: It’s better to make money in 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 in his left and right pockets, and then called all his subordinates, each with two gold bars.

One of them put the gold bar in his mouth and bit it twice. After confirming that it was true, he laughed.

At the same time, Demu was a little impatient and asked, "Can you leave? If you can leave, remove the handcuffs and shackles from these death row prisoners, and we will change our clothes."

"Yes, yes! Brothers, all are busy."

Director Wang shouted, and with money, these people's movements were obviously different, they also had a smile on their faces, and they were much more likely to move.

Demu looked at the person in front of him with disdain and thought to himself: This is the Chinese. As long as they give them enough benefits, they can even sell their ancestors.

After a while, the handcuffs and shackles on the death row prisoner were untied, and even the clothes of the death row prisoner and the patrol officers were stripped off.

Director Wang laughed and said, "Mr. Demu, my brothers have very good service, right?"

Demu smiled and said, "Yes, you can see that your brothers are all great talents and have a bright future."

"Haha! Thank you Mr. Demu for your praise."

Director Wang greeted Demu, and then took his people to pull the bodies to a place where no one was. Demu and others took the opportunity to change into the clothes of the death row prisoner.

I don’t know how long these death row prisoners have lived in the cell, and how long have they not taken a shower and changed clothes. They have a smell of oily mud, and many death row prisoners have lice on their bodies. Demu and others are extremely itchy when they wear clothes.

Sun Shimao was even more so, complaining: "What kind of clothes are this? They are so dirty, how can you wear them?"

Demu said dismissively: "I don't think this is enough. Our hair and face are too clean. Use dirt to blacken your face, and there must be dust on your hair."

As he said that, Demu took the lead in grabbing the soil and rubbing it on his head.

The Japanese spies from the Japanese also did it one after another. They all received professional training. Not to mention grabbing a handful of soil on their heads, they had eaten shit.

So it is not unreasonable for the Japanese to be cruel.

But Sun Shimao couldn't do it. He had no training at all, and he was a rich young man. He grabbed a handful of soil, thought about it and then scattered it on the ground, and then used the floating soil in his hand to apply it on his face like powder.

Demu, who was standing beside him, looked at him in a panic and said to himself: Now he is going to run away, why are you still pretentious?

He winked at his subordinates, and the two Japanese captured two handfuls of soil, then slapped Sun Shimao's head, and then rubbed them all.

"Hey, hey!"

Sun Shimao shouted, but the two Japanese didn't listen to him. In just a moment, they made Sun Shimao's hair like a ragged rag.

Sun Shimao's head was covered with oil, and the thing was stuck with soil, and his hair became pieces.

At this time, Sun Shimao felt as uncomfortable as if he had a tight spell on his head.

But when he wanted to complain a few times, Demu praised: "Sun Sang, among us, you are the one who looks the most like a death row prisoner, hahaha!"

"Hehe! Hehe! Yes, yes!"

Sun Shimao grinned and smiled, obviously he was very helpful for Demu's praise.

However, at this moment, Director Wang and his men came back, and several patrol officers were carrying handcuffs and shackles to Demu and others.

One of the Japanese cursed.

"Baga, your grandma? The death row prisoner does not carry handcuffs or shackles. Is that still a death row prisoner? If you want to die, we won't stop him. Don't just drag us to death together."

One of the patrol officers cursed directly.

The devil knew Chinese and heard that the other party scolded him and wanted to beat the patrolman. But at this moment, Demu scolded in Japanese: "Baga, this brother is right. We are now death row prisoners. If you don't bring these, how can you pass the checkpoint?"

"Hi!"

The Japanese agent bowed and retreated aside. At this time, Demu said to Director Wang: "Director Wang, although we are handcuffs and shackles, the key must be in our hands. Is there any problem with this?"

Director Wang thought for a while, then said: "The problem is that there is no problem, but if we encounter a serious city gate guard who wants to check, we will be suspected without a key. Moreover, some of you carry guns and the boxes you carry will be exposed.

Let me tell you this way, we are risking our heads losing our heads when doing this kind of thing.

So I hope Mr. Demu can understand the feelings of his brothers. After all, if you leave, we still have to live in Kaifeng. And we have to find a way to deal with the corpses just now, otherwise we will not be able to stay in Kaifeng City.”
Chapter completed!