Chapter 37 In the Northeast, there are people who are not afraid of the Japanese!
It's not Xu Ruifeng's fault this time, it really isn't.
As night fell, all the guests dispersed in front of Huihai Tower. It was already time to close this restaurant, which was not doing a prosperous business.
At this moment, three men in suits appeared on the street at the corner. After emerging from the alley, these three men walked toward Huihai Tower with satchels under their armpits. The whole journey was chaotic and they did not interact with anyone.
Xiao Fei, who lives on the first floor of Huihai Building, has been very impressive recently. At only 26 or 27 years old, he has already taken on the role of arms trade under Sun Wanwan. From bandits to small households who want to think about stoves, they all say "Brother Fei, Fei Fei"
Brother kept shouting, and his status under Sun Wanwan was increasing day by day. Now, he was telling the brothers around him about the dangers of that day in the cold storage.
"On that day, we were all in the limelight. Xu Ruifeng, the ground gunner in Beiman, and Mr. Zhong, the arms master in Haierbin, and the four tigers of the Xu family came on stage one after another. What a scene it was. It was equivalent to the movie "Shushan" by Huanzhu Louzhu.
The group of immortals and demons slaying in "Legend of the Swordsman" is a grand scene in our Harbin arena."
"What's the end?"
"Our master is still the winner!"
"The eldest son of the Xu family, Xu Fu, was shot to death. The third and fourth youngest were stabbed to death by me and my men. Xu Ruifeng turned around and left when things went wrong. Mr. Zhong watched as we used German goods to wash away their idiots.
I don’t even dare to let go.”
"How many years has it been?"
"Our master is only obedient in Harbin. First, he has to agree with Mr. Zhong and the police station, and secondly, he has to be polite to all the gangsters and dragons crossing the river. Without our forbearance, would we be able to be so powerful in Harbin?"
While he was speaking in plain language, a figure came from under his head, blocking the light.
Xiao Fei's eyes dimmed and he didn't even turn around to reply: "I'm going to pay the money to the shopkeeper. Whose businessman is so procrastinating that he doesn't come to pay until after dark?"
He thought he was here to pay protection fees, but when he turned around, he saw a foreigner standing in front of him, as cold as the snow-covered mountains outside Harbin in winter.
"Maozi?"
Before Xiao Fei could react, the other party asked in blunt Chinese: "Sun Wanwan, are you upstairs?"
At this time, more than a dozen hooligans began to lean towards the center from the corner of the first floor, and each of them lifted up their clothes, revealing the daggers on their waists.
"What...what do you mean?"
The tall foreigner raised his head and glanced upstairs and said, "Take me up. Mr. Zhong asked us to bring a message to Sun Wanwan."
Xiaofei also stood up and asked blankly: "What if I don't bring it?"
The foreigner suddenly raised his free arm, clasped it on Xiao Fei's face, and then pressed it down on the dining table behind him - snap.
The table legs collapsed, and the entire table and Xiao Fei's body fell to one side.
Xiao Fei, who had his head firmly placed on the corner of the table, didn't even have time to react. He fell to the ground and lay on the ground twitching continuously. He didn't know which cranial nerve in his head was damaged.
"Brother Fei!"
The gangster behind Xiao Fei directly pulled out a dagger, rushed towards him and stabbed the foreigner in the front.
The foreigner used the bag under his arm to block his chest, and the sound of "ding" was as clear as a dagger hitting steel. Then, he held the gangster's knife-wielding hand with his left hand, pinched the opponent's neck with his right hand, and called for a blow.
Lifting up a big living person, the kid kept tapping his feet in the air and said: "I! Want! See! Grandson! Hundreds! Ten thousand!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the person was thrown down hard by him. The gangster hit the ground directly with his back, and was stunned to survive the fall.
"Brothers, fight him!"
"Fight!"
Daggers were revealed one after another. How many of these gangsters walking around the streets didn't have knives on them? Looking at the foreigner, he threw his satchel behind him and was caught by another guy, and then he pulled it out at his ankle.
Got a knife.
It was a processed short blade with a triangular shape and blood grooves on three sides. There was a very small grip behind the blade that could be barely grasped, and there was a ring next to the grip.
If this was seen by a discerning person who understands ordnance, he would probably be able to tell at a glance that it was Mosin-Nagant's bayonet. Once the knife was inserted, it would create a bloody hole that could not be closed.
Maozi put the knife in his hand, lowered his body like a brown bear in the forest and shouted: "Ula!"
He rushed towards the crowd.
A man, carrying a knife, rushed towards more than a dozen people, and he was very aggressive. This scene is very rare in the world.
"Kill him!"
"Kill him to death!"
"Stab him!"
This group of hooligans gave up completely and lowered their bodies with daggers in hand and surrounded Mao Zi.
The problem is, this is a restaurant!
The restaurant was full of tables, chairs and benches, and the lines for these people to attack were all very narrow. What's more, Mao Zi didn't have to worry about what was behind him. After all, there were two other people standing behind him. In this case, one person faced a crowd of more than a dozen people.
A tough situation has changed.
A gangster stepped on the table silently and rushed towards Maozi. As soon as he reached Maozi in one step, the San, Leng, Jun, and Thorn in Maozi's hand pierced him directly.
The jet-black military thorn pierced the gangster's calf. When he fell in pain, Mao Zi took out the black and blood-stained military thorn under the light and stabbed it into the gangster's body with a backhand without even looking at the stabbing.
Somewhere, he kicked the table down, blocking the front.
How cruel.
In the blink of an eye, Mao Zi, who laid down the three men, seemed to have just become excited. He was still smiling with the dagger in his hand, as if the smell of blood that was filling his eyes stimulated him, and all the depressions on his face were covered with shadows of terror.
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The gangsters became a little timid, and each one of them was pressed into a safe area that neither side could hit with a single blow, unwilling to move even an inch forward. No matter how crowded the crowd behind them was, they stamped on the ground.
Mao Zi said to Sun Wanwan's men: "Is this the world of you Chinese?"
"How come it doesn't make me feel as good as a drunkard in a tavern in the Siberian snows?!"
This sentence completely aroused the anger of all the gangsters. One of the gangsters trembled his nose and cursed: "I will drive you back to Maozi country." They rushed up, and when they met, they stabbed each other directly in the neck with a dagger.
Just as Mao Zi ducked sideways, another gangster next to him rushed over while he was not paying attention. He raised the knife in his hand and stabbed Mao Zi in the ribs with the dagger.
They had already fired real fire, and their attacks were no longer serious. If this wasn't Harbin, and it wasn't the location of the Japanese Heilongjiang Army Headquarters, the gunfire would have been as loud as in Northern Manchuria.
Mao Zi had rich experience in combat. He used his free hand to pull from front to back, deflecting the dagger stabbing his armpit. He then sidestepped and dodged the tip of the knife that was stabbing his neck. He let the tip of the knife scrape his Adam's apple and leave a bloody mark.
, turning around - poof.
The third gangster stabbed the dagger into his waist from behind.
This time, I really dug in, not fake at all.
You must know that the back of the human body is a thin layer of flesh. No matter how strong the muscles are, it is still the weakest point. How many manslaughters are caused by attacks from behind!
Um!
Mao Zi snorted coldly. He did not dare to move, knowing that this move would cause the dagger to deviate, expand the wound on his back and cause bleeding. Mao Zi held the thorn in his hand upside down, without looking behind him at all, and was hit by the knife alone.
He stabbed the thorn back with his hand until he felt the thorn pierce his flesh and blood, and heard a cry of "Oh my God" in his ears. The dagger stuck in his lower back was loosened, and he turned his head.
Behind the back, the gangster who originally used a dagger to sneak attack was stabbed into his arm and penetrated his lower abdomen. He let go of the dagger in pain. When Maozi pulled the dagger out, a stream of blood spattered out from the wound.
, and then made him squat down holding his stomach.
Mao Zi waited for a moment to take a breath before he lowered his head and looked at his lower abdomen. Although the tip of the dagger did not penetrate his abdominal cavity, he still felt the scratching sensation on his lower abdomen.
It shows how terrifying the depth of the dagger behind it is.
"You bastards, I'm going to kill you all!"
Mao Zi was angry. His first reaction was not to find a place to treat his injuries, but to kill everyone in front of him. This kind of ferocity could not be performed casually.
Bang!
At the same time, a gunshot at the stairs on the second floor shocked everyone. When the gangsters and foreigners downstairs looked up at the same time, Sun Wanwan was walking downstairs step by step with a Colt in his hand.
Click.
The other two men were not idle when they heard the gunfire. They put their hands into the package and took out two firearms. These two guns were not produced in the Soviet Union, but German MP36. This one was made from
The assault rifles, submachine guns and guns manufactured by the Elma Arsenal in Germany have opened a new chapter for fully automatic firearms. The shorter shape, higher rate of fire and light carrying mode make heavy machine guns incomparable. At the same time, its continuous firing
Sex is something that fully automatic pistols and rifles in this era can't match. Once it came out, it was spotted by almost all spy organizations around the world, and it was also favored by the military.
Obviously, these idiots came prepared.
"Mr. Zhong wants to find me, why go to such trouble?"
Seeing the two submachine guns, Sun Wanwan was also stunned. He knew that Mr. Zhong would definitely not be willing to lose control of himself. However, he did not believe Mr. Zhong that he had entered the gendarmerie that day and now came out safe and sound.
I don’t know. Could it be that the other party is not afraid of pushing me into a hurry and turns around to join the Japanese?
When Mao Zi saw Sun Wanwan, he gritted his teeth and endured the stab wound on his lower back and restrained his ferocity: "Mr. Zhong asked me to bring you a message."
Sun Wanwan: "I am all ears."
Mao Zi walked out of the crowd without fear, picked up his own package from the ground and put it back with the general, and also took out an MP36 submachine gun. Three people, three submachine guns,
Targeting all the gangsters in Huihai Tower.
"shooting!"
Da da da da da da!
Da da da da da da!
Da da da da da da!
Three guns fired at the same time, and the powerful firepower instantly knocked down all the gangsters in the room. The whole room was shot with blood and flesh flying everywhere, and wood holes flying.
When the gunshots fell, the leader, Mao Zi, said to the pale-faced Sun Baiwan: "I brought the message, it's up to you whether you can listen to it or not." After saying that, they turned around and left!