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Chapter 268 Revenge (Part )

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At night, there were a few residual clouds floating in the sky.

The light of the nearly full moon was never as bright as the street lights on the ground.

On the east side of Chuanbei Road, the hall on the first floor of the Yongfeng Building was brightly lit, and on the window behind the iron fence, a figure was reflected, with a wild and ghost-like appearance.

In the quiet night, the noisy noises of this group of people rolling dice, betting on Pai Gow, and making drinking orders spread far and wide.

The Jewish immigrants living around were somewhat dissatisfied.

In fact, on weekdays, Yongfeng Building is always in silence at this time. Even if some lights are on, there will be no such noisy movement as today.

The reason why this happened today was because a large number of people poured into the Yongfeng Building tonight.

As for the identities of these people, they are naturally the staff of Yanzi Cave in this area of ​​Zhabei.

The attack last night really frightened them all. During the day, they all finished their business in fear. As soon as it got dark, they hurriedly came to the Yongfeng Building at Hongqiaokou.

If you continue to stay at Yanzi Cave in Zhabei, you will really feel insecure.

The Yongfeng Building is different. As their headquarters, apart from the office areas on the first, second and third floors, the fourth and fifth floors are residential floors. They are usually similar to safe houses. Place some special personnel.

In extraordinary times like today, the Yongfeng Building has become their shelter. The reinforced concrete building is extremely sturdy. When you go out and follow Sichuan North Road, one kilometer south is the Japanese Navy Club, and one kilometer north is the Japanese Navy Headquarters.

Both sides are heavily guarded. If there is any unexpected situation, the stationed Japanese troops will be able to support them in a matter of seconds. Safety can be said to be very guaranteed.

Precisely because the middle section of Chuanbei Road can actually be regarded as an area actually controlled by the Japanese, even though the Yongfeng Building area is not in the concession area, it is still regarded as part of the Japanese concession area by default.

When a group of people get together under safe conditions, they naturally want to find some entertainment.

So, after a table of people was gathered, the gambling game began, and as the number of people increased, the size of the gambling game became larger and larger.

It has almost turned Yongfeng Building into a gambling house.

At the gate on the first floor, two guards on the night shift were blowing the cold wind while watching the lively activities in the hall, their eyes full of envy and eagerness to move.

Those who can be recruited by Ji Shimohara Qi to work in the "noodle shop" are basically rogue gangsters such as ronin samurai. These people usually have stinky problems on their bodies.

Now that the news of gambling is happening around them, how can these guards say they can calm down?

It's just that it's almost an hour before the stipulated locking time, and the two guards don't dare to leave their posts without permission to gamble in the hall.

After all, Ji Xia Yuan Qi's methods are still very powerful. In addition, the current situation is special, and the guards don't want to get into trouble with their superiors at this time.

Therefore, they could only listen to the various movements in the hall and pray that time would pass quickly.

Just when the two guards were paying attention to the hall, a figure slipped from the shadow of the building to near the gate.

As soon as the man in front raised his hand, everyone walked out of the shadows and arrived at the gate.

The light in the hall shines through the glass door, illuminating the appearance of this group of people.

I saw these ten people all dressed in black, with crudely crafted Zhu Bajie paper masks on their faces, which looked a bit funny.

However, the submachine guns in the hands of this group of people made this scene that should have seemed funny suddenly become terrifying.

When someone walked up to them, the two guards could not react at all. They looked at the group of "Zhu Bajie" in front of them, and their heads were stuck for a moment.

"You are"

One of the guards subconsciously asked, but sensing something was wrong in the atmosphere, he was stunned and couldn't finish his words. "It's your ancestor."

As soon as the "Zhu Bajie" in front raised his hand, two agile figures quickly rushed in front of the two guards. One by one, they stabbed the vital points of the guards' bodies with short knives. They stabbed seven or eight times in succession before stopping.

Others directly passed the two guards and pushed the door directly into the hall.

In the hall, a group of gamblers were still arguing about the gambling game in front of them, and few people even noticed the arrival of this group of people.

"click"

Until there was a sound of gun pull.

The crisp crashing sound echoed in the hall, waking up many dazed gamblers.

Looking at the "Zhu Bajie" standing in a row in front of them with submachine guns in their hands, these gamblers instantly felt the absurdity of this world.

How could this be?

How dare they?

Is it too late to beg for mercy now?

"Da da da"

The intensive gunfire gave these people the answer.

With a "coax" sound, the gamblers in the hall screamed and ran wildly to both sides like waves, knocking over the gambling table, kicking the vase to pieces, holding their heads and hiding.

On both sides of the hall are two vertical walls like door frames, which can barely be used as a bunker, but the place is narrow and can only accommodate one or two people at most.

At this moment, this small space is the hope of life, and everyone is rushing into it.

However, at this time, several "Zhu Bajie" in the team stopped firing and walked to both sides of the door frame in a few steps.

The muzzles of several black holes were held flat, aiming at those who had finally squeezed into the door frame.

The guy standing at the front and closest to the gun opened his eyes in horror. He wanted to hide elsewhere, but couldn't. He wanted to throw himself down, but he was too late.

"Da da da……"

The Chicago typewriter roared wildly, sounding more like laughing wildly!

The whole hall was full of whistling sounds, tearing sounds, penetrating sounds, crashing sounds, falling sounds, and desperate shouts.

The bullets flying from the muzzle freely impacted the barrage continuously in the wide hall. The impact caused debris and blood to fly out at the same time, crisscrossing and scattering like rain.

Click - clang clang - the last cartridge case fell to the ground with a crisp sound, still rolling.

Under the intensive fire of more than a dozen Thompson submachine guns, nearly a hundred people in the entire hall were not spared, and they were all transformed into dead souls under the muzzle of the gun.

And these dozen "Zhu Bajie" people did not leave in a hurry after emptying a magazine, or they went to attack the places upstairs.

They quickly split into three groups, one group guarding the door, and the other group guarding the stairwell connecting to the upper floor.

The last group of people were checking the corpses in the hall and cleaning up the battlefield.

It seemed like they were waiting for something.

　I’ve just finished 2000 words, and I’m so sleepy.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)