I want to be a good person

Chapter 170 Fengtian's Passion

In the interval after the patrol team separated, Zhang Aiguo found the sacred toilet.

One stick of incense lasts about 30 minutes.

The iron chain of the bicycle was sparking when it was stepped on, and it looked like a devil's mount at night.

The Japanese grocery store was still open, and Zhang Aiguo bought two packs of cigarettes, a pack of matches, a pound of salt, five pounds of sugar, three bags of flour, and one hundred eggs.

The material rationing system was aimed at civilians, but was expanded in the later stages of the war to include the pioneer groups.

The owner helped carry it to the car and took five extra bottles of soda.

Yamato Ryokan, reception.

"Thank you for your hard work. You will have to come back to work in two days after you get rid of your clothes."

"As you should. You have fought for the empire and it has been very hard."

Look at how high the ideological awareness of these Japanese people is. It's so damn pure.

"I'm causing trouble for you."

Zhang Aiguo placed three bottles of soda on the counter.

"I'm so sorry to have to spend money on you."

“Remember to return the bottle to the owner.”

"Thank you for your generosity."

It is correct for witnesses, evidence and testimony to have some gaps in between and not to match them perfectly.

Zhang Aiguo returned upstairs, moved a chair, sat in front of the window, silently calculating the time, feeling a little uneasy.

The Japanese had a better fire prevention system. Would it be discovered in advance? Would it catch fire? Would the quality of the domestic incense be extinguished halfway through burning?

All kinds of fantasies are shaking my faith in Taoism, and all kinds of speculations come to my mind.

A little red dot, which grows bigger and bigger, exuding the breath of spring.

"You are like a fire in the winter, the blazing flames warm me..."

The sparks were blinding, there was a loud bang, and then several explosions, like poking a hornet's nest. The fire alarm rang, and many Japanese soldiers ran out to put out the fire.

Zhang Aiguo let the woman smell the antidote, then jumped on the horse and began to whip and gallop.

Sounds have no national boundaries, the semantic words have the same name, and the rest have their own regional characteristics.

The person under him wrapped his arms around his neck in a daze and responded passionately, but he would never accept the kiss because it was a matter of principle.

I was awakened by the sound of chaotic footsteps in the morning. The Japanese military police, puppet Manchukuo police and detective teams began to search and inspect the streets.

People have entered the Yamato Hotel, led by a second lieutenant and four Japanese soldiers.

Zhang Aiguo stood up, pulled open the curtains and took a look. He saw that the small vendors were very rude and were either beating or scolding them. If they were not satisfied with him, they would be detained. These scenes were so familiar!

An old man who was carrying a basket on a shoulder pole was kicked to the ground, and the round cabbages rolled all over the ground. These were rights given by the Japanese and the Aisin-Gioro clan. But who gave them these rights?

The light of a great man will always shine brightly. What was the original intention of that movement? It was said that it was to prevent the restoration of capitalism. It's a pity that people have grown old and lost control. Now it makes people cry.

The noise in the corridor also woke up Boduo, who got up hurriedly, washed, put on a kimono, combed his hair, and helped Zhang Aiguo tidy up his clothes.

After Zhang Aiguo washed up, the two prepared to go downstairs.

"dong dong dong"

There was a knock on the door.

Thoughtful courtesy, two kinds of treatment.

When the door opened, the Japanese second lieutenant was stunned, it turned out that they were from the same tribe.

"Sorry to bother you, your ID."

Zhang Anguo walked out and handed over his ID first.

"What happened?"

The lieutenant glanced through the contents and secretly checked the biological features on the surface.

Hata Kaii is less than 1.5 meters tall and wears traditional kimono. The first impression is very important.

"Report to Chief"

"The shrine was set on fire by rebels and was severely damaged, with more than 50 casualties. We were ordered to search for suspicious persons."

"Thank you for your hard work. The empire's conquest requires a stable rear. Come on!"

"Hi"

The ghosts saluted and prepared to leave.

"and many more."

"Take it and smoke it."

Zhang Aiguo handed over a pack of Yuzi cigarettes.

"Thank you, sir. Don't worry, we will try our best."

Zhang Aiguo watched them checking the other tenants, and couldn't help feeling a little proud.

Learning Japanese, pretending to be an officer, fucking Japanese women, imperfect evidence, all proof that there is no risk without risk, at least birds of a feather flock together.

"Gaten-kun, why is the sacred toilet on fire?"

"I guess it's to honor the heroic spirits of the Holy War."

"Damn it, they can't beat us head-on, so they attack us from behind."

Alas, the Japs don't know their own business. The most despicable and shameless nation in the world is the Japanese. They made their fortune by disguising themselves and launching sudden attacks. They defeated the Qing Dynasty and the White Hairs one after another, accumulated a huge wealth, and demonstrated the spirit of craftsmanship!

There is chaos on the road, and the real spring has not yet arrived.

The wind is not that cold anymore, only a little bit chilly. Please wait a moment, the colorful fireworks are the gift that opens the curtain.

Zhang Aiguo was smoking a cigarette, and it was really hard to smoke. The Japanese's stuff was a bit perverted, light in taste but heavy in thought, a typical example of saying one thing and thinking another.

I want to smoke Daqianmen, Hardenmen, and Shanghai-made domestic cigarettes.

When he drove the car today, Hatano was even more excited after taking off his clothes and sitting in it. It's understandable for a child from a commoner family.

Thinking back to when shared bicycles were upgraded to electric vehicles, I was very happy. Maybe I shouldn’t have put on the yellow robe.

Meat-wrapped iron and iron-wrapped meat have different values ​​and different levels of excitement.

The car was parked not far from the factory. The shock absorption was poor, and it kept shaking up and down, left and right.

The factory is a gunpowder factory. As for emptying the weapons warehouse, the risk factor is too high. It is better to detonate it outside. Besides, what is the use of so many weapons? You can't be a warlord. The editor disagrees.

Your own vest has more uses. It can be a deterrent to the lower classes and traitors and running dogs. If the information is not connected to the Internet, the Japanese will also cover up the truth and only report good news but not bad news.

The guards noticed something unusual and also found something wrong with the car. Three soldiers raised their guns, formed a triangle formation, and walked forward cautiously.

The car stopped for a little while, it was the second time, and I enjoyed the advantage of talking.

The coming of the devils was expected, and Hatano was still releasing his passion as he undressed, warm as water.

"Boom"

The three Japanese soldiers who had surrounded them opened their eyes wide, as if they were watching a foreign spectacle. They had never thought of it before, nor had they seen it before. It was truly an eye-opener, and their mouths were drooling.

"idiot!"

Zhang Weiguo pretended to be very angry. Boduo was so absorbed in undressing that when he looked up, there was saliva at the corner of his mouth.

He pushed open the car door and stood up straight without even pulling up his pants.

The three-headed devil was so sad in his heart. The gap was too big and the insult was too strong. There would be no harm without comparison.

"Clap!"

Two big slaps were given on the face of the Japanese soldier who was knocking on the window.

"idiot"

The Japanese soldiers still wanted to struggle.

Bodo undressed and got off the car from the other side. His clothes were already tidied up. He took small steps with the clattering sound of his wooden clogs.

"I'm so sorry to bother you all."

Whether they are Chinese or Japanese devils, when civilians encounter problems, their subconscious reaction is to keep things quiet. The habits they have developed in life cannot be changed.

Just as the two Japanese soldiers were about to step forward, they saw the military certificate in Zhang Aiguo's hand.

The situation seemed a little strange, so he put away his playful smile and respectfully took the certificate with both hands.

As mentioned before, military certificates are extremely difficult to forge as they contain too much detail and too many details to be falsified.

After checking the documents, the Japanese soldier saluted immediately.

"I'm sorry to bother you, sir."