money player

"Ah, Xiba." Jin Minjie looked down at the belly part of her clothes and saw a few splashes of blood. She immediately complained, "Yeji, can you be quiet?"

Pheasant Peng Jiacui pulled the dagger out from the neck of a nearly dead body, wiped the blood on the dagger by wiping it on the clothes of the corpse, and then stretched out his right foot with his toes raised to cushion the corpse that was falling to the ground to avoid making too loud a noise.

Click, and a Zippo lighter was lit.

Huh, two streams of white mist came out of his nostrils. Peng Jiacui touched the cigarette with his index finger, and a pinch of ash floated down and fell on the cheek of the corpse.

"Zhangtou, I hate ugly men looking at me with lustful eyes."

Peng Jiacui, a former female spy of the Military Control Commission, was nicknamed the fierce god. When she was young, her family was poor and she was sold to a chicken stall as a servant and maid. She had to do all the dirty and tiring work, from massaging backs and shoulders to washing clothes and mopping the floor. Sometimes she would inevitably be involved in the intrigues between "sales champions" and would inevitably meet customers with pedophiles.

But on her first day in the brothel, she witnessed her "predecessor" being beaten all over. The criss-crossing wounds gave the young girl a huge shock. She was scared to tears and even peed herself, but she did not lose heart. Instead, it awakened her latent talent of observing people's words and expressions and flattering others. After several years in hell, she lived quite well.

Later, she entered Zhejiang Police Academy and after rigorous training, she grew into a female agent who was proficient in lurking, tracking, assassination, etc.

Her most outstanding specialty is interrogation, especially the interrogation of women.

"Let the game begin, you bastards." Jin Minjie cursed.

Kim Min-jie, whose ancestral home is in North Korea, his hometown is the unknown small place Panmunjom. At that time, Japan and Russia could not reach an agreement to divide Korea along the 38th parallel, so the Russo-Japanese War broke out. When Kim's father heard about this, he judged that the future of Korea was bleak, so he took his family to Guandong and settled in the Northeast.

Jin's father was a master of fighting. After arriving in Northeast China, he engaged in a series of martial arts-related jobs, such as acting as a thug, a security guard, etc. During his many years of professional career, he learned a lot of skills from his colleagues and partners, such as picking doors and locks, lasso shooting, eagle claw kung fu, and iron shirt.

Later, he married and had a daughter named Jin Minjie, to whom he taught all his skills. Jin's mother was also not an ordinary person. Her father was a disciple of Yin Fu and a grandson of Dong Haichuan. She was good at the Eight Diagrams Youshen Lianhuan Palm. Jin's mother learned this palm and passed it on to Jin Minjie.

After the September 18th Incident, the Jin family fled into the interior and wandered all the way to Nanjing. Jin Minjie passed the exam and entered the Central Police College. During her time at school, she was listed as a special talent because of her fighting skills and good marksmanship. She had access to more learning resources than ordinary students, and she was given special lessons by masters of grappling and shooting.

Before she graduated, she was noticed by Dai Li and recommended to Chiang Kai-shek, and served as Soong May-ling's personal bodyguard.

As the saying goes, a seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister, Jin Minjie stayed with Soong Mei-ling for several years. Then he returned to the Military Control Commission and started as a major. After completing several missions, he was promoted to lieutenant colonel. As a disciple of Dai Li, he was still valued during the Mao Renfeng period.

He had a smooth journey until he was captured on the battlefield of the Huaihai Campaign, but he escaped during the escort and smuggled into Hong Kong, where he lived a low-key life under an assumed name.

Jin Minjie has had a boyish appearance since she was a little girl. She is not good-looking. Because she practiced martial arts diligently, her head became big and her neck became thick. Many joints in her body were deformed. Except for the fact that she did not have a penis, she was definitely an ugly man.

Peng Jiacui chuckled, squatted down and fumbled in the pockets of the corpse, and took out a stack of large-denomination Korean won, several small-denomination US dollars, and several household registration forms that served as identity cards.

She checked the banknotes and found no special marks, so she put them in her pocket, looked at the household registration form again, looked up and said to Jin Minjie: "Kim Tae-hee is a good name, I'll give it to you, Zhangtou."

Jin Minjie did not comment, but asked, "What do you use?"

"I am naturally beautiful and I cannot help myself. The name Han Ga-in suits me." Peng Jiacui flicked the household registration form with her fingers and said, "The slutty fox arranged a good task for me. I have good food and drink and I get paid. Eh, is the Korean stick difficult to deal with?"

Jin Minjie glanced at Peng Jiacui and said, "I am the Korean stick you mentioned."

"Slip of the tongue." Peng Jiacui laughed and pointed at the door. "Should we leave now?"

Jin Minjie nodded, walked around the room, found a pair of women's panties, then came to Peng Jiacui, lifted up her clothes without saying a word, stuffed the panties into her crotch and rubbed it all over.

He pulled out his pants, put them under his nose and sniffed, "It smells really strong."

Peng Jiacui said nonchalantly: "Why don't you put it in your crotch?"

"Not as sexy as you."

Jin Minjie walked to the wall and pulled out the sickle hanging on the tool rack. Then he came to the corpse and put himself in the state of being defiled. Then he put his pants on himself, put on gloves, and lay on the ground facing the corpse with his back. He controlled the corpse's hand to grab the pants and pulled it hard, and a piece of rag appeared in the palm of the corpse's hand.

"what!"

Jin Minjie cried out softly and "struggled" to break free from the restraints of the corpse. She staggered to the wall and simulated the process of drawing the sickle, turning back and killing the victim. The corpse's neck was chopped into a paste by her, which not only covered up the wound left by the dagger, but also made it difficult to judge whether the wound she made was inflicted before or after death.

While she was busy, Peng Jiacui was not idle either, he was setting up a delayed ignition mechanism. The "defilement of the scene" was not detailed enough to be hidden from the eyes of an expert, so it would be much safer to set a fire to burn off some traces.

A few minutes later, the two men came out of the house and merged into the crowd on the street. They walked a considerable distance away and stopped in front of a stall selling cold noodles. They ordered two bowls of cold noodles and ate them slowly. When they saw the flames rising into the sky and the noise caused by the fire on the street, the two men held the bowls and acted as spectators for a while, then left and headed for the train station.

They are in Busan and are going to Daegu.

Busan and Daegu were strategic hubs in South Korea at that time. The two places were not far apart. Although the railway implemented the military-first policy, it was not difficult for civilians to take the train. It only took three hours for the two to arrive at Daegu Railway Station.

After getting off the train and figuring out the direction, the two men came to the opposite side of the East Asia Chamber of Commerce office building and observed the office building from the dark.

Jin Minjie observed for a while and said, "There is a trick to the piles of things at the door. The windows have been arranged to avoid the best sniping points. It must be the work of an expert."

"Saucy Fox said there are gunmen responsible for protecting Kong Lingxian."

"You don't speak Korean, have you figured out how to hide?"

"Don't worry about me, Zhangtou. I have my own way." Peng Jiacui said confidently, "I can settle down in three days. After three days, we will start investigating the list given by Saohu. I heard that the Koreans who worked for the Japanese back then were all volunteers, and the competition was fierce."

"Don't worry, the Japanese discriminate against Koreans. The admission rate is very low. They only pick two out of a hundred."

"Damn Koreans, the fake devils are even more cruel than the real devils." Peng Jiacui cursed, "We should have blown up the ship carrying the prisoners."

Jin Minjie was too lazy to respond to Peng Jiacui's curse. Others might not know, but how could they not know that the Japanese prisoners of war did not suffer much because they took advantage of the various forces with their own ulterior motives. The Korean prisoners of war were treated more favorably because the United States needed them to return to South Korea to realize the 38th parallel strategy. The Military Control Commission developed many spies among the prisoners.

It's a pity that they were not the ones in charge and didn't know the list of spies. Even the slutty Qi Weiwen only participated in the interrogation work, while someone else was responsible for developing the spies. Qi Weiwen only gave the two of them a list of people being interrogated, which was written down according to his memories. There were not many people on the list and the information was vague.

"What do you think our boss, whom we have never met, wants to do in Korea?"

"What else can we do? We can make the most of this rare commodity. Lü Buwei and Kong Xiangxi have done this before. It's very profitable. Kong Xiangxi and his wife made a lot of money from it in the past few years."

Jin Minjie frowned, "South Korea is very poor, there is no easy money to be made."

"Where there are people, there is oil. Anyone can squeeze out three pounds of oil." Peng Jiacui said philosophically, and then changed the subject: "What does the sign on the wall say?"

"Hire people, coolies."

"Oh."

third floor.

After a hearty meal, Quan Douhuan's belly was full, but Kong Lingxian's eating manner was very delicate, she chewed slowly and didn't eat much.

She gave Quan Douhuan a cigarette to smoke after dinner, and the two of them puffed smoke at each other.

"Dou Huan, you don't have to come tomorrow. Go to the street and find a cold noodle restaurant. Eat at each one you find. After you try each one, tell me which one is the best."

Quan Douhuan asked in confusion: "Nuna, you want to open a cold noodle restaurant?"

"No." Kong Lingxian didn't explain, but handed Quan Douhuan a few Korean won and said, "Canned food will be delivered this afternoon. Take a few home for your mother."

"Nuna, I..."

"If you are told to take it, take it."

Quan Douhuan smiled shyly and scratched his head.

After finishing their cigarettes, the two went to the yard downstairs. Quan Douhuan continued with the moving work, while Kong Lingxian sat in front of the stove, waiting for the wholesalers to come and pick up the goods.

The original business is now being run by Guan Lao. The East Asia Chamber of Commerce mainly sells popular goods, tending towards food, such as Cantonese sausages, smoked duck and chicken, canned meat and fruit, as well as some daily necessities needed by households, such as cooking utensils and sanitary products.

The sales of mid- to high-end toilet paper are good, and most of the Daegu residents who are not poor but do not belong to the privileged class are clients of the East-A Chamber of Commerce.

There is no toilet paper that makes a hole when you wipe it. The common people in Daegu can't even take care of their mouths. Wiping buttocks has returned or remains retro. Toilet chips, straw handles, and leaves are the main cleaning tools. (End of this chapter)