Volume 3: Underground Emperor Chapter 34: Rising
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"Bang!" After the faint sound of gunfire, a soul team member who had just exposed half of his head groaned and fell to the ground. There was a hole the size of two fingers on the top of his head, and blood splattered on the white wall to form gorgeous red flowers. Then there were gasps and curses from the room, but they were spoken in Japanese, and the five people didn't understand a word.
Jinyan smiled at Shuijing and shouted, "Bagayalu!" This was the only Japanese word he could use in this situation. Then he said to Shuijing, "Xiaojing, how is my shooting skill now?"
"Bang!" Just after he finished speaking, Jinyan quickly pulled the trigger, and another person responded and was also shot in the forehead. Jinyan smiled and said, "Another 'peek-a-boo' is shot down! Hehe." Looking at his arrogant look, Shuijing rolled his eyes.
After Xie Wendong walked into the office, he looked around. The decoration here was a typical Japanese design. There were various calligraphy and paintings on the walls, such as the word "benevolence", "forbearance", and "soul". In the middle was a large desk, and behind it was a large weapon rack with Japanese swords of different lengths. A middle-aged man who looked to be in his fifties sat behind the desk, holding a phone in his hand, looking at Xie Wendong in surprise.
Xie Wendong put his hand holding the gun behind his back and walked over with a smile. "Don't be surprised, I'm here to talk to you!" Xie Wendong said calmly as he sat on the chair opposite the middle-aged man. "Oh, by the way, can you understand Chinese?!"
The middle-aged man spoke in fluent Chinese: "Who are you? What do you want to do here? Do you know who we are?" The middle-aged man knew something was wrong as soon as he heard the gunshots, but Xie Wendong came in too quickly, just as the call was connected!
In response to the three questions he asked, Xie Wendong tapped his head with his fingers and said, "This is really a headache. People from the Soul Group are not that stupid! Remember this clearly, my name is Xie Wendong, you should know the purpose of my coming here!"
The middle-aged man understood, lowered his head and said nothing, his hand hidden under the table slowly reaching into the drawer below. Xie Wendong played with the gun in his hand and smiled, "To be honest, your killers are really good. They almost took my life twice. I don't know where I offended you. Why are you forcing me like this!?"
The middle-aged man quietly opened the drawer and asked with surprise, "You...you went back to J City a long time ago, why are you here?"
"Ha!" Xie Wendong sneered, "It seems that you are not familiar with Chinese military tactics at all. Find a chance to read "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" in the future! It will be good for you!"
"Thank you!" The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and said, he was holding back because his fingertips had already touched the pistol in the drawer. He stared at Xie Wendong and said, "It seems that your invasion of M City is a false alarm?"
"Oh! You've become smarter!" Xie Wendong looked up and said, "I really feel sorry for you. Why don't you live in Japan and enjoy your retirement at such an old age, but come all the way to China to suffer? But it doesn't matter. The key is..." Xie Wendong suddenly raised his gun and shot the middle-aged man in the head.
"Bang!" The middle-aged man flew backwards and hit the weapon rack behind him. His eyes were wide open. He never understood why Xie Wendong suddenly opened fire when he was talking so well. He was just one step away from killing the other person. Blood flowed from his forehead, and he still held a gray pistol tightly in his hand.
Xie Wendong sat on the chair and shook his head, then continued: "The key is that you shouldn't mess with me. I've said that I'll beat anyone who stands in my way. Your soul group is no exception. If you mess with me, the three words Xie Wendong will always be your nightmare!"
After saying that, Xie Wendong stood up and walked towards the door leisurely. When he reached the door, he stopped, turned around and looked at the middle-aged Japanese man lying on the ground and said, "Don't treat all Chinese people as fools!"
Xie Wendong walked out of the room. The five people in the corridor were still standing there, but there were more than ten bodies on the ground. Xie Wendong looked around and said, "The people inside are solved, let's go!"
"Okay!" The five people agreed, and took out grenades from their waists and walked forward. They threw a grenade into each room they passed, and suddenly there was a constant rumbling sound in the building. Some members of the Soul Group were injured and ran out of the room, but they were knocked to the ground as soon as they showed their heads.
The five of them were doing the final cleanup on the third floor. Xie Wendong walked down the stairs. There was still a fierce fight on the second floor. Or a melee. The number of people here was much greater than Jiang Sen knew. Both sides were fighting in each room, using swords and guns. There were no less than 20 people lying on the ground.
Jiang Sen and two of his men were fighting with daggers against a big man holding a Japanese sword. Xie Wendong looked at his watch and shouted, "Old Sen, hurry up and use your guns! There's no time!"
Jiang Sen was sweating and secretly complaining. He had used up all the bullets he brought with him. He could not use a knife. The others were basically the same. They were all out of bullets and started the most primitive gunfight. Jiang Sen took a break and shouted, "Brother Dong, I have no bullets... Damn it!" He was slightly distracted and his arm was cut by the opponent's knife. He cursed in pain and fought again.
Xie Wendong strode forward and wanted to shoot the other party, but the four people fighting in the field moved up and down, and he was not sure he could hit the other party, so he shouted: "Get out of my way!"
After hearing the voice, Jiang Sen and the other two quickly dodged to the side. Although the big man didn't know what Xie Wendong meant, he guessed it roughly. And seeing that Xie Wendong seemed to be of high status, he planned to die together.
The big man continued to chase Jiang Sen and others, and entangled with them so that Xie Wendong could not shoot. Seeing that he was not far from Xie Wendong, the big man roared, swung his hand violently, and the Japanese sword flew towards Xie Wendong's lower abdomen like lightning.
Xie Wendong thought the big man would at least run away, but he didn't expect him to shoot his only weapon at him. He instinctively dodged slightly, but his movements were not as fast as the flying sword. He felt a chill in his soft spot, followed by unbearable pain. Xie Wendong knew he was injured without looking, and gritted his teeth and shot the big man three times.
The big man leaned against the wall with a grim smile on his face, and his body slowly went limp, but his eyes were fixed on Xie Wendong, with a hint of pity flashing across his expression.
Jiang Sen hurriedly leaned over to Xie Wendong to hold him and check the wound. The big man's flying knife was stuck in Xie Wendong's belt, but the tip of the knife still went more than an inch into his body. Xie Wendong gritted his teeth, grabbed the blade and pulled it out, then covered the wound with his clothes, tightened his belt, and smiled at Jiang Sen, "I'm fine, this time it was the belt that saved my life, haha!"
Jiang Sen's heart trembled when he saw Xie Wendong's pale smiling face. For the first time, he felt that Xie Wendong looked like a man. Although the wound was not deep, the blade of the Japanese sword of the big man was flat and triangular. He knew the pain and danger of being wounded by such a wound. Such a wound is difficult to heal. If it is not rescued in time, it is easy to die from excessive blood loss. Jiang Sen supported Xie Wendong and said, "Brother Dong, bear with it, let's go to the hospital quickly!" Then he said to the brothers below, "Everyone retreat, there is no need to fight with them!"
After saying that, he supported Xie Wendong and hurried out.
Just as they came out of Huohong, they saw no less than 300 middle school students running over from a distance, holding knives and sticks in their hands. When these people saw Xie Wendong and the other two coming out, they quickened their pace to block them. They all looked angry and struck their weapons, as if they would rush over and tear them to pieces at any time.
Xie Wendong and Jiang Sen secretly groaned, why did the Soul Collector Gang come? This was beyond their expectations. Xie Wendong pulled out his pistol, fastened his suit, and said loudly, "If anyone dares to take another step forward, I will kill him!" Although the other party was young, Xie Wendong did not lie. If he wanted to survive, he had to be ruthless.
"Damn it, he only has one gun. We have hundreds of people. What are we afraid of? Come on! If we kill him, the boss will give us money!" A young man in his twenties shouted. Originally, these students retreated when they saw Xie Wendong had a gun, but after hearing what the young man said, they slowly moved forward.
Xie Wendong cursed inwardly, and Jiang Sen shouted: "Damn it, are you still Chinese? Don't you know that there are fucking Japs in here? Why are you still helping them? Don't be a Chinese in name only. Have you forgotten your ancestors for the little money they give you? Have you also forgotten the Nanjing Massacre?" Jiang Sen really couldn't think of anything else to say, so he brought up the Nanjing Massacre.
The students looked gloomy again and stopped approaching. Jiang Sen said, "Think about it. They are not coming to China to do good things. They are here to cause trouble and harm us. You are the new generation of Chinese youth. Don't you think they are using you? Let us Chinese fight against Chinese! If you listen to them again, you will be scums spit out by all Chinese people!"
After hearing this, all of these people lowered their heads, their faces flushed. At this time, the young man who had just spoken felt uncomfortable and shouted: "Don't be fooled by him, Japan is here to help us. Don't forget that they can give us money and good things. Only by following them can our country become rich and strong, and can we truly raise our heads!"
Jiang Sen was so angry that his teeth itched after hearing this, and he shouted angrily: "Who is talking? If you have the guts, stand up and speak!"
The young man who was speaking shrank back in fear when he saw Jiang Sen's angry face. He took a few steps back and hid behind the crowd while shouting, "Everyone, hurry up! If we kill them, our boss will give us a raise! Hurry up! We will have money in the future!"
The students no longer hesitated and slowly walked forward. Xie Wendong's hand holding the gun was shaking a little. He still had a few bullets. He knew that even if the hundreds of people on the other side hit him with a stick, they would be smashed to pieces! At this moment, the flaming red door opened, and the members of the dark group inside ran out. Seeing the many people outside, they were also a little stunned.
"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and a student closest to Xie Wendong howled, hugged his legs and rolled on the ground, blood dripping all over the ground. The other students were stunned. They clearly saw that Xie Wendong, who was holding a gun, did not move. They didn't know who fired the gun, and they looked around in a commotion.
It turned out that the shooter was Dong Xinlei who had been lying in ambush on the rooftop of the opposite building. He was originally asked to be here to prevent the leader of the Soul Group from escaping, but he didn't expect that the leader didn't escape, and the Soul Collector Gang came. Just now, he saw that the situation was critical and used a sniper rifle to knock down one of them. Seeing that it was a student, he still showed mercy and didn't hit the other party's vital points.
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