Otherworldly Merchant

Looks like this guy is really sick. There's no cure!

Originally, I thought Li Mazi's findings were partial. They were all passed on by other people's oil and vinegar. After all, one person could never forget his own country.

But this guy just said the words' you Chinese flags' very smoothly.

Seems Li Mazi is right!

He doesn't think of himself as Chinese anymore, he even insults the Chinese!

Like Li Mazi said, such a son of a bitch, what else do I need to save him? I can't even forgive myself for saving him. Leave him alone!

It's all his fault. He deserved it!

As I walked out of the hospital, a thunder suddenly exploded in the dark sky, followed by a loud rain.

I took a cab and drove straight to the store.

Just opened the store door, made a cup of tea, and Li Mazi called again.

“Little brother, a new situation has arisen. ”

“What's going on?” I asked some strange questions.

“Didn't I go to that son of a bitch's company before? WeChat was left with a few people, but someone just told me that the police were looking for him too.” Li Mazi's mysterious way.

“Police, what did the police want with him?” I was curious.

“Didn't he take a leave to treat his illness? The man who took over cleaned the office found a bullet under his desk. ”

“The bastard was usually hated, and when he finally got caught, he immediately called the police. ”

“After the police arrived, nothing other than this bullet was found. When the others were questioned, they said many words to capture the wind, which aroused suspicion on the part of the police, and then went to his house to search, which resulted in the search for the same bullet in his house. ”

“Now the police are going to look into him.” Li Mazi said.

“Bullets?” If I think about it, “are these the only two bullets? ”

“Yes, and both in the office and at home, it's hidden. It doesn't look like he's hiding there himself, maybe someone intentionally set him up. But you deserve it! Who made this son of a bitch hate you so much? ”

Li Mazi scolded angrily again and sent a picture of the bullet via WeChat.

I didn't know much about guns, so I forwarded this photo to the policewoman, Zhang Xiaoai, so she could help me see what it was.

Zhang Xiaoai was not asleep. He was on duty at the Public Security Bureau. After reading the photograph, he quickly replied that the model of this bullet was very old and had long since been produced. It was dedicated to 6.5mm caliber rifles. This type of gun had a name that was very familiar to the general public and was called the 38th Big Cap, which was a Japanese wartime model gun.

The thousands of souls gathered against the Japanese army, the bullets left over from the Japanese invasion? The two are absolutely connected.

Are these two bullets a shady thing, the Thousand Souls Shake is caused by these two bullets...

Boom!

Just when I had already guessed the answer, a knock was made in the storm.

Who the hell is this? Suddenly came in on a rainy night.

“The door is unlocked, please come in.” I retracted my mind and said out loud.

The door pushed and walked in a gray-haired old man.

He was wearing a black raincoat, but the cuff tubes had been drained by the rain, like that sparse white hair, all firmly attached to a lean body.

His waist was a little bent, at least ninety years old, but his eyes were so sharp!

“Old man, what are you?” I stood up and panicked and found a dry towel to pass over.

The old man didn't pick up the towel and waved at me.

I pulled out a chair and asked him to sit down. It was probably raining heavily. He gasped for a while. “My name is Yu Wenli, the little bastard you rescued twice is my grandson. ”

Turns out this old man is Yuwenming's grandfather!

“You don't have to look for evidence, you don't have to investigate me. I used to be a soldier. Your friend Asako couldn't escape my eyes. Let's open the skylight and say something bright. I did everything. I just want to get rid of that little bastard!” The old man's teeth are almost broken.

As you can see, he was still angry and trembling when he mentioned Yuwen's dream.

I poured a cup of hot tea in front of him, and without waiting for me to ask anything, he went on to say it himself.

He said he was a veteran of the National Party.

The native Liaoning people, because they were too poor to eat at home when they were young, joined the villagers as soldiers when they were just 15 years old.

Just a few days after touching the gun, the kid started a war on China.

But Zhang Xueliang, the leader of the warlord at the time, did not fire a single shot, with hundreds of thousands of troops in full retreat, watched Dahao River Mountain and his hometown father fall under the ghost's iron hoof, he and many of his comrades all cried in silence, but nothing could be done.

Later, turning to Xi 'an, many middle and lower ranking officers could no longer stand the tragic death of the country, petitioned to go to the front line and beat away the Japanese.

Later, Zhang Xueliang didn't know whether his conscience had finally found out, or whether he was pressured by outside pressure. He planned Xi 'an's change and grabbed Jiang. Ishiki.

Subsequently, the Northeast Army was disbanded and integrated into other forces.

After several reconfigurations, Grandpa was integrated into General Xue's ranks and participated in four consecutive Changsha wars.

This is the most heavily invested battle between the Chinese and Japanese sides in the entire history of the Resistance, with the worst casualties!

Although the battle was devastating, it also led to China. The military momentum completely shattered the Japanese devil's rhetoric of ‘three months of annihilation of China’ and laid a solid foundation for the victory of the entire resistance, for the late Great Reverse. Attacked valuable fighters!

Hundreds of thousands of generals bled to death in the battle.

A division and a division rush up, another division becomes a corpse, countless people die, even the body is difficult to complete, and the living can't even cry, so they are integrated into the next team!

These young lives, for the sake of the nation, would rather die than pull a Japanese ghost as a cushion.

Sexually, the elderly survived miraculously after months of vicious warfare.

Speaking of which, the old man was silent for a long time and sighed with a long sigh: "But I... am sorry for the dead comrades! ”

“I, Yu Wenqiao, holding the title of an old hero against the war, have raised such a scumbag grandson to be a dog to the Japanese. ”

“If I don't get rid of this kid, how do I get to see old comrades after I die?” The old man trembled and said, "But the years don't spare me, I don't have a chance. ”

“Finally, I found a folk way to go to Changsha Battlefield to collect the souls of my comrades and make a thousand souls. Those two bullets came out of my comrade's skull! I'm going to kill this little bastard myself, and I'm going to tell the dead! Give us a statement from the Chinese. ”

“I know...” the old man looked at me and sighed: "Killing people with this evil trick is payback, but I can't help it! I cannot watch my grandson continue to embarrass the face of the Chinese and continue to pit the great daughter of Huanghua in China. ”

“Murder for death. I understand. Just kill this kid and I'll turn myself in to the police station! But I beg you, Master Zhang, can you stop saving him? I am not your opponent at all. ”

“I beg you, please!” Old people can't cry anymore because they're too old.

“I know you have rules in your line of work, so long as you take over the business, you have to take care of it, but can you close your eyes once, just once!” Said he was soft and knelt down at me.

I couldn't watch it anymore, I felt bad, I didn't even have the courage to look at him again, I just waved out.

“Let's go! I don't know any Yuwen dreams, let alone who the killer is. ”

It was also the first time I had broken the rules since I became a shady trader, leaving my employer to be killed by shady things.

“Monsieur Dade, I wrote it down! I thank you for killing hundreds of thousands of my brothers in Changsha.” The old man understood what I meant, stood up and walked into the rain.

A few days later, Yu Wenmeng died tragically in the hospital, and his death was said to be extremely tragic.

Every inch of bone is shattered to the size of gravel, and the whole body skin is ruptured like a spider web. Until the temporary last minute, it is still perceptible, but it cannot move and cannot scream. It can only endure pain and be killed by yin flexibilities.

His Japanese wife, who also fell at the same time and had only a three-month-old son, was taken home by his grandfather.

I'm sure the old man will educate his grandson well and tell him how to be a qualified Chinese!

Later, through Zhang Xiaoai's relationship, I got those two bullets. I couldn't resist the death spirit of the martyr in the bullet, so I imposed a restraint so that it only killed the damn man.

Whenever I saw a college student wearing a Japanese uniform on the news, they were shooting at the old site of the Nanjing massacre.

Someone blatantly insulted the anti-Japanese martyrs.

I'll send the bullets and I'm sure they'll be surprised in the future!