Chapter 4 4. The killer hid the gun in the bag

He is not a full-time killer, and he is not very courageous on weekdays. The Three Ships Agency sent him to the concession, just to use the convenience of playing hard drums to get close to those moderately wealthy households. If there is a chance, he can get close to former warlords and politicians. The characters are better, mainly to see how quickly the living standards of the people inside have declined since the Japanese army sealed off the concession last time, and how panicked the people are. He had seen old Giggs' photo in the agency, and there was a large piece of it stuck on the bulletin board. There were a hundred and ten people. Old Giggs was considered the most important category. He was kidnapped and rented out. The Japanese Army's North China Command rewarded The silver certificate was 5,000 yuan, but he didn't say how much he would pay if he died.

Five thousand yuan, even though the banknotes are not guaranteed, is still a lot of money. It is a lot of money to buy two small courtyard houses in the city and rent them out.If he was killed, the Japanese should give some more or less, who told him to meet the "God of Wealth" in such a secluded world. There are only occasional cars passing by outside the alley, there are few pedestrians, and there are no houses around, so it is a good place to kill.The difficulty is that the alley is too shallow, and if you shoot in it, the sound will be heard far away.Furthermore, there is too much rubbish on the ground, and it makes a rattling noise when stepped on, so there is no hiding.He stuck the snare drum in his collar, and with his free hand, he pulled the rotten papers on the ground aside, clearing a place to stand, right behind the inn gate.Old Giggs must go out of the alley when he comes out, and he just waits behind to start.

When the old Giggs opened the door, he just caught up with him looking into the door impatiently.When they saw each other twice, he was startled, but fortunately he was quick-witted, and first made a big bow with his head in his pocket, and said: "Mr., we have been waiting for you for a long time, and I have something good for you to see." The umbrella in the old Ziggs' hands seemed to separate the two of them unintentionally, he squinted his eyes, and looked at the killer for a long time, and asked, "Who are you?" "We are a decent businessman, we abide by the rules, we keep prices very low, and we have reserved good things for you to grow old." The killer followed the old Ziggs out of the alley, lagging a little behind him. "It's the thing of Emperor Zhengde of the Ming Dynasty. The erotic palace of mutton fat jade. Foreigners like it very much. You always have eyes."

As he spoke, the killer reached into the bag and touched the old revolver——fuck it, the little Japanese are stingy, and they have to buy the gun and bullets themselves when they work for them. As soon as his neck was cold, the sharp blade made a small cut on his neck, and he had no choice but to put his hands in the bag.The killer didn't see clearly how old Ziggs pulled out this dagger, which was about two feet long and had a curved umbrella handle.His grandma's. "Don't move your hands." Old Giggs said in a monotonous voice. "Listen to my password, step back step by step, yes, step by step, don't panic."

"I said Master Yang, Second Master Ji, you always listen to me, I don't mean to kill you, please forgive me." While talking, he retreated to the gate of the inn. "Don't be so hasty, I still have about twenty brothers in the street outside. If you let me go, it will be convenient for both of us..." Old Ziggs pursed his lips and whistled in a high-pitched voice, with the dagger still pointed at his neck. There was a sudden sound of brakes, and a big car stopped at the entrance of the alley, followed by two short whistles. "There are no people outside you, only my people." Old Ziggs' tone was serious, as if preaching.

Foreign devils are so stubborn.The killer thought to himself before dying. Ding Shaomei didn't see who killed the man, he walked out of the room, only saw a man lying on the ground from the stairs, with the bag and snare drum aside, his neck was bloody, his hands and feet were shaking like malaria Stop, and the old Giggs just walked out of the gate, only to see a back, walking lightly. "Mr. Ding, would you like some tea?" The shopkeeper closed the door and greeted Ding Shaomei, as if lying on the ground was a Chinese cabbage. "Just brewed, serious Ceylon tea, but unfortunately there is no sugar."

The lives of others have nothing to do with oneself.After returning from Changchun, Ding Shaomei's heart was as dry as her father's ashes, with neither compassion nor moral sense. He went upstairs with a large cup of black tea with an unpleasant smell, forced it down, and fell asleep for a long time.If you are sick or even dead, don't mention revenge at all; but if you are alive, you have to kill a few Japanese people to save yourself from this madness.This was the remaining consciousness before he fell asleep. He didn't care about the noisy and chaotic downstairs all afternoon.Let them go, other people's lives.

When he came down the stairs again, it was already dark outside, and the shop owner was still sitting at the table drinking tea as usual, as if he hadn't moved since the afternoon. "Dinner? There is bread and hot tea." The owner's eyelids were too lazy, and his body was nailed there like a nail. Ding Shaomei held the package in her left hand, her father's bones were packed together with the only few pieces of underwear, and she freed her right hand to reach out to the shop owner. "I'm leaving." He straightened his back and lifted his chin slightly. "Stay here, don't go anywhere, it's messy outside." The teacup was placed on the table, and the hand moved under the table.

The owner of the store sits in a place where he does not move every day, and a pistol is taped under the table.Ding Shaomei discovered this facility on the first day he entered the store. He searched the living room hastily while the owner was cooking.The spy professor didn't pass on this skill to him, he learned it from the swordsman novel written by Master Huanzhu. In Oxford, the spy training for more than three years was regarded as his hobby outside of the main course. He felt that although the British failed to teach him too much, they gave him unprecedented enlightenment. Something is touched, aroused.

"Don't bother you, I don't have any money at all, it's shameful to eat and drink for free." The owner of the shop may not kill him, but he won't let him go. He is in the same group as old Ziggs.Ding Shaomei didn't think about the conflict, she just wanted to get out of here safely, he still had something important to do, the important thing to kill. "You don't have to worry about eating and drinking for nothing, you have to stay." "What if we have to go?" The shopkeeper took the gun out and put it on the table, it wasn't taped, it wasn't the one under the table.

"Then let's eat." Ding Shaomei also put the package on the table, next to the pistol, but he didn't take a seat because there was something in the way pinned to his belt behind him. The innkeeper got up to get the bread, leaving the pistol on the table. "I'll help you." Ding Shaomei rushed to catch up with the shop owner, stretched his hand backwards, and pulled out a chair leg that had been dismantled from his belt. His movements were completely in accordance with the English textbook, and the chair leg hit the owner's occiput accurately with a pop.Although he held his strength carefully, his hand was still heavy.After all, it is a hands-on job and lacks practice. He touched the shop owner's nose and pressed the occipital bone, but he fainted, and the problem was not serious, so he picked up the package and walked out in a grand manner, not forgetting to close the door. He didn't take a second look at the pistol on the table. He didn't even need to use his hands to know that there must be no bullets in it. He would be stupid if he really tried to snatch the pistol.Foreigners like to play tricks like this, but they are actually very stupid.