A rhythmic clicking sound resounded in the room. Finally, the knocking sound that lasted for nearly five minutes suddenly stopped.
Zhou Weiguo opened his eyes with a smile, looked towards Shanghai, squinted his eyes with a smile and said word by word: "I forgot, I don't have money, but you, the president of the Chamber of Commerce, must have money."
Zhou Weiguo just thought of going back to Suzhou to get it, but he didn't have enough time. He probably waited until he got back. He was afraid that it would be over long ago. He only had about ten days. From getting money to buying a house, he had to do it in ten days.
Got it within seven or eight days.
It was too late to go back, but just now, he thought of someone.
Fujino, President of the Japan Military Chamber of Commerce.
It was this man who ran to the police station every two days and sent Zhou Wen to the execution ground.
What Zhou Wen killed was just a low-level samurai ronin wearing a kimono with a broken sword hanging from his waist. In the past, Fujino would not have taken notice of such a person. With his status, no one would care if he molested anyone and was killed.
He was sad, not to mention molesting Chen Yi, whom Zhou Wen liked at the time. Although Zhou Wen was impulsive, this kind of person should have been killed. Regarding this matter, Zhou Weiguo believed that Zhou Wen did the right thing.
However, the two sides were in conflict at the time, and Fujino was just making a fuss about it, wanting to expand the matter so that the Japanese army could gain more benefits, so he had to say that Zhou Wen had killed people from the Chamber of Commerce.
The police department and its superiors did not want the matter to escalate. Coupled with Fujino's pressure, Zhou Wencai was shot and lost his life.
He remembered that Zhou Wen applied for the military academy after escaping from marriage. It seemed that he did not seek revenge. He did not consider that matter. He did not want to take revenge. He would avenge it himself. Could it be that he was just letting the murderer go free? Could it be that he was shot in vain?
Well.
"That's it." Zhou Weiguo made up his mind, straightened out his military uniform, walked out of the room and went to the battalion headquarters to find Wu Yong. He used the excuse of going to Shanghai to visit relatives and hoped that Wu Yong would give him a few days off.
The regiment suffered heavy losses and would not go to the battlefield for the time being. Zhou Weiguo saved Wu Yong's life, but Wu Yong generously approved the vacation, allowing Zhou Weiguo to go to Shanghai to see his relatives in peace.
Zhou Weiguo, who was grateful for his gratitude, returned to the first company, handed over the company of only thirty people to the platoon leader, changed into a black suit that he borrowed from Wu Yong and didn't fit well, and went out.
We walked in the morning light and arrived in Shanghai in the afternoon filled with smoke.
The sound of gunfire on the outskirts of the city continued to sound from time to time. Zhou Weiguo guessed that friendly troops were once again fighting the Japanese army for some place.
He was not sure whether the housing prices in Shanghai were outrageously low, so he went to the exchange to check it out. It was indeed as the two old men said, it was as cheap as tofu, and no one had bought it yet.
This made Zhou Weiguo so happy that he walked towards the Concession in the wind. After all, Fujino lived in the Concession.
But as soon as he arrived at the concession, he ran into trouble. In order to ensure the safety of the lease, the Japanese army mobilized troops to block the entrance and exit. Looking at the machine guns on the sandbags and the Japanese soldiers waiting to check their documents, Zhou Weiguo frowned slightly and retreated into an alley with his back
I lit a cigarette on the wall and thought deeply about how I could get in.
After careful observation, he found that the Japanese army only inspected people wearing civilian clothes, but did not inspect samurai wearing kimonos.
With a smile on his lips, Zhou Weiguo found a way to enter. Huangtian paid off. After walking through the alley, he unexpectedly found a drunken samurai wearing a kimono.
After throwing away the nearly finished cigarette in his hand, Zhou Weiguo went over and punched the guy, knocking him unconscious and carrying him on his back toward the concession.
Approaching the place where the soldiers were guarding, Zhou Weiguo scolded the samurai who had been knocked unconscious by him in a Kyoto tune: "Fujita-kun, I told you to drink less and you didn't listen. It's better now. If you're drunk like this, isn't it just a woman?"
No matter how big the problem is, why bother with yourself?"
He walked up to the inspecting Japanese soldier and shouted again: "Look, with your virtue, how can I take out our documents for the Imperial Warriors?"
"Let's go, let's go." The soldier waved his arms, Zhou Weiguo's Kyoto tune, and the drunkard in front of him will definitely not make them suspect anything. Everyone knows that no matter what era, don't mess with a drunkard.
That hot blood surges and you can't say anything while you're drunk, so you'll lose your life.
Snapped……
Carrying the man to a secluded place, Zhou Weiguo beat the unfortunate man to death, pulled off his clothes and put them on himself, walked struttingly on the rented street and inquired about Fujino's residence.
It took nearly half an hour to find out where Fujino lived.
There was a two-meter-high wall outside the independent two-story foreign-style building. Zhou Weiguo walked around and found no guards, so he found an inn to stay and waited for the operation in the middle of the night.
On a dark and windy night, the streets were quiet. Only the concession police patrolling the streets were walking. They ignored Zhou Weiguo, who was still wandering around in the middle of the night. They just looked at him with contempt and left.
Zhou Weiguo understood that he looked down on the warriors wandering around in the middle of the night, but he couldn't afford to offend them and could only stay away.
After the group of people had gone away, Zhou Weiguo walked into the alley on the side, took a shortcut, climbed over the wall, opened the main door with wire, then went directly to the second floor, knocked out the servant in another room, and found Fujino's
bedroom.
The thunderous sound made Zhou Weiguo enter the room with disdain and turn on the light.
"Baga, don't you know, I don't like letting..." The sudden dazzling light made Fujino, who was short and fat, cursed and lifted the quilt from the bed, sat up and looked at the door.
When he looked at a man who looked like a samurai standing less than two meters away from him, his eyes suddenly narrowed and he asked in confusion, "Who are you? Why do you appear in my room."
Zhou Weiguo dragged a chair and sat across from Fujino and sarcastically said, "Don't you remember me, Mr. Fujino? I have been thinking about you and looking forward to you day and night. Why, not long after that, I will
I forgot."
Fujino really couldn't remember who this person was. He lowered his head and thought for a moment and raised his eyes to look at Zhou Weiguo. "Do we know each other?"
Zhou Weiguo sneered and pointed at Fujino; "Not long ago, you ran to the police station every three days and tried to kill me. Not much time has passed, so just forget it. It's that easy for me.
To make you forget?"
hiss……
Thinking of something, Fujino cursed and quickly reached out and took out a handful of bastard boxes from under the pillow; "It's you, you're not dead, those bastards, Li Dai Tao Zang, they're not good things."
He cursed the group of people in the police station and then looked at Zhou Weiguo with a proud smile; "It doesn't matter, since you are not dead, then you will die again, but I think you should come here because you want revenge? Come on, I will give it to you.
This is an opportunity, but I don’t know which one is faster, your speed or my gun.”
Fujino waved the gun in his hand and felt very proud.
Zhou Weiguo didn't show any timidity, he just squinted his eyes and looked at the proud and ugly Fujino without saying a word.
Fujino smiled and showed off his big yellow teeth and snorted coldly: "I really don't know why young people are so impulsive. Even you want to kill me. Why do you think you can kill me?"
