Just as Bo Fu's attention, this man with greasy hair and pink face, with a cool hairstyle, at least in the style of the 21st century, drove a very beautiful side slide with the Yangtze River 750, and then a tail swipe! A group of Japanese devils were stunned. The man stretched out his hand and the Gatling machine cannon was mounted on the faucet from the sidewall, and the six tubes had already started to rotate...
With the long fire and the sound of tearing a linen, the team of Japanese devils were covered with bullet holes and fell to the ground. Even the machine gunner behind the sandbag bunker could not escape the heavy rain bullets - it was still 5.56 caliber... "The marksmanship is really good, and no civilian has hit him." Bo Fu also sighed that the greasy and pink man's marksmanship is really good. Then the man shook his head very slutty, then wiped his hands along the hairline, put on sunglasses, and swung his hands into the world and put Gatlin back on the sideboard, and started the accelerator and ran away......
Bo Fu thought it was not a big deal to drive a truck all the time, so this guy drove past the empty level that had already run, and soon took back the truck and started walking along the road with his feet - the reason was that he saw the street sign saying 25 kilometers away from Shanghai...
Bo Fu took a few pieces of light on the way and successfully got on a carriage and walked leisurely towards Shanghai. At this time, Shanghai had fallen, and the Pacific battlefield was the time when the Japanese army was advancing rapidly. About an hour later, Bo Fu had already entered the downtown area of Shanghai. He looked at his old and slightly strange hometown, and was quite emotional. However, just when he was experiencing the secluded feelings of ancient times, another man in a cool fur coat flew over the eaves and walls, flew past him a few times, and twisted his waist in the air and shot down several Japanese chasing behind him...
"Isn't this the master of Goden City? Did Master Wayne travel through time?" Bo Fu suspected that he had seen someone he had seen-"But he clearly looked like a yellow man? And what is another one chasing him? A masked ninja in black? What era is this! There is also a ninja! He is still a fat ass female ninja!! Is it still a big battle now?" Bo Fu touched his forehead and sighed.
Shanghai looks like that, especially after the fall of World War II, where refugees and arrogant Japanese soldiers were everywhere - but those Japanese soldiers seemed to be from a local bun, and they always had a country bumpkin in Shanghai... Bo Fu looked at the market for a long time, shook his head and sighed with anger. The thin children who were starving to death on the roadside made this big monster who ate countless people unable to bear the risk of countless people. "A certain family just swallowed people whole, and never suffered too much. And they almost never ate children. This world is really hell on earth. It's so angry that you must kill hundreds of Japanese devils to get rid of the fire first!"
He did it as soon as he said that, Bo Fu called a rickshaw and was about to go to Hongkou to find the bad luck of the Japanese. It would be easy to mess up the matter if he started killing in the street. If hundreds of Japanese were made out and fired at him, if there were a few people inside who were qualified infantry skills, it would be difficult to hit him dozens of bullets - it would be bad if he made a wave of demon power and was kicked out. Although Bo Fu also wanted to figure out why there were people in this world who made waves, he couldn't figure it out for the time being without careful observation.
Hongkou is the largest Japanese settlement in Shanghai, with kimonos and yellow military uniforms everywhere. The rickshaw where Bofu was riding was stopped at a checkpoint outside Hongkou. Bofu had no intention of making it difficult for the rickshaw driver to do. He took a piece of Guangyang and put it in the coachman's hand. With the coachman's gratitude, he turned around and walked along the road.
In the place where the Japanese soldiers could not see, Bo Fu jumped gently to the back of the low Japanese bungalows, and walked around the path behind them all the way to find the target - he had no interest in killing the Japanese "civilians", and he was looking for the outside houses of those Japanese officers.
If you want to talk about this kind of Western-style Japanese bungalow with a garden, the Japanese living in them are either rich or noble, and there are Japanese soldiers or Jingzhai patrolling everywhere. Bo Fu happened to walk to a very large garden villa. Seeing the Japanese patrol soldiers coming from a distance, he smiled and said, "It's your home!" He entered the courtyard very easily.
He pushed open the door like the owner of the house. There seemed to be no one in the house. Bo Fu did not stay in the hall. He followed the stairs to the second floor, pushed open the door of the first room and walked in. There was still no one, but the desk and bookshelf in it showed that this room was the owner's study - Bo Fu had known it for a long time. On the hanger of the study, there was a yellow Japanese military uniform hanging. Bo Fu took it down and looked, "Wow!! The rank of Zhongzuo! And... the style of this military uniform is still a female... Another female Japanese officer? This is completely unscientific!" Bo Fu compared the chest part of the military uniform. When he put the uniform back on the hanger,
Slowly walked to the window, looking down from the glass window, the garden behind. In this Japanese-style garden, a middle-aged and elderly man was concentrating on his samurai sword, and the old man was wearing a kimono, while another woman in a kendo uniform was kneeling. Bo Fu could tell at a glance that this woman was the owner of the military uniform in the room. "It looks good... But isn't this really a Japanese after changing his genitals? Judging from his height and leg shape, it is obvious that he doesn't look like a Japanese in the 1930s and 1940s. And he looks very much like Mr. Hatano... Hehehe..." Bo Fu licked his lips and showed a grim smile.
He did not check the books and documents in his desk again - he was not an agent, and he had no interest in intelligence or something, and he did not think that as a Zhongzhao-level officer would bring some confidential documents home so much - although there were actually female officers in the Japanese Empire that subverted Bofu's previous concept, it was common sense not to bring confidential documents home? Perhaps...
After watching for a while, the old man exhaled and began to slash at the enemy in the air repeatedly, and the sword light was as bright as snow. Bo Fu yawned repeatedly. In his opinion, this level of knife skills was not as good as his youngest son named Bingzi. Now Bo Fu needs to pay attention to how to do all the family without attracting the attention of the outside world, and make himself happy. He left the study and began to patrol along the corridor on the second floor - he was early on the first floor.
Having used his ears to tell that no one was there, Bo Fu's ears could hear the sound of breathing and heartbeat... Sure enough, on the second floor, he noticed signs of human beings, "This breathing and heartbeat, as well as the images sensed by heat, is a maid. But there is a young man on the other side, with weapons..." Bo Fu's nose twitched slightly - he smelled the smell of iron and ejection medicine... "It's time to do it."