The Pretender's Red Alert System
22 night battle

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In a small dark room on the first floor of the Green Treasure Club, seven or eight little girls were tied with iron chains. In front of them were flickering smoke lamps that looked like green beans, and the smell of smoke was disgusting.

Wang Yi had long heard that in order to force good girls into prostitution, they would first make these girls addicted to drugs. He did not expect that they would actually lay their hands on thirteen or fourteen-year-old girls.

When Wang Yi returned to the hall on the first floor, there was already a large group of people squatting on the ground. There were seven to eight bodyguards in black robes at the corner. One of them was a burly man who looked up with a disdainful expression.

Wang Yi strode to the front of the burly man. Without a word, he raised his hand and fired a shot.

Bang!

The man's head exploded like a rotten watermelon.

Red and white brain matter splattered all over the wall and floor.

Wang Yi's green robe was also covered in specks of light, but he ignored them. He raised his gun again and aimed it at the second person.

"I, I am…"

Bang!

Gunshots rang out, and half of the man's head was shattered. A strong stench filled the air, making people feel nauseous.

"Ah…"

The gamblers squatting not far away, as well as the waiters and the others, screamed in fear.

"Whoever shouts again, kill them!”

Wang Yi's words were bone-chilling.

In an instant, the crowd did not even dare to breathe loudly. Only urine flowed out of their pants.

The remaining five bodyguards were all ashen. The ruthlessness in their eyes had long disappeared. The despair in their eyes was like that of a dead man.

"Bang, bang, bang…"

The Hundred Pleasure Gate was filled with feasting and dancing figures.

On the red sofa outside the dance floor, Zhu Shun was smiling and holding a glass of red wine.

"Today, I congratulate Brother Minglou on your promotion to the position of economic minister. I will have to rely on you in the future.”

A middle-aged man in his thirties was tall and handsome. His hair was combed back and messy. He smiled slightly and raised his wine glass."This time, I was entrusted with an important task when I first arrived at the beach. I am really afraid. Thank you for your advice. This cup of wine is a gift to Buddha. I wish you a speedy recovery.”

The person sitting opposite him was the teacher of Ming House, the traitor Wang Fuqu. He was in his early fifties. If not for his poor health, he would have been arranged by Wang Jingwei to hold an important position in the Nanjing government.

Wang Fuqu's face was red as she raised her glass and drank it in one gulp.

On his right, there was a woman in a suit with an outstanding temperament. Her eyes were narrowed into a line as she looked at Minglou. She was Wang Fuqu's niece, the head of the intelligence department of No. 76, Wang Manchun.

Zhu Shun's toast was completely rejected by Minglou's words. He couldn't help but feel angry, but he couldn't afford to offend anyone present. It was easier said than done for a local ruffian like him to squeeze into the higher-ups of the government.

"Leader Wang values the work of the New Asia Peace Promotion Association very much. Shanghai is the economic lifeline of the entire Celestial Empire. The New Asia Peace Promotion Association's work in Shanghai will need Brother Zhu Shun's full support in the future.”

Wang Fuqu was already an old fox. How could he not see Zhu Shun's awkwardness? Zhu Shun had come to the banquet through his connections. He could not ignore it and quickly changed the topic.

"Yes, Elder Wang, don't worry. Leave the matter of establishing the New Asia Peace Promotion Association to me. As long as the Imperial Army of the Great Japan says the word, I'll go through hell!”

Zhu Shun finally seized the opportunity and hurriedly expressed his loyalty.

Right at this moment, a young man in a waiter's uniform suddenly walked in quickly and whispered a few words into Zhu Shun's ear.

A moment later, Zhu Shun's expression changed drastically. He cupped his hands apologetically at the few people sitting there and said,"I have some small matters to attend to. I'll take my leave first. I hope everyone can forgive me.”

In a private room of the Paramount Sect, Zhu Shun stared at the person in front of him with an ashen expression.

This person was Feng Kun, who had one of his ears cut off. Feng Kun's white suit was no longer in shape. There was a large area of black blood stains.

"Hurry up and investigate. Find out who has the guts to behave atrociously in front of me. Lord Zhang handed the Green Treasure Club to me, but it was destroyed. If this gets out, how can I, Zhu Shun, stand on the beach in the future!”

Zhu Shun was furious.

" Fourth Master, those people said…said that they won't leave. They're waiting at the Green Treasure Club, waiting…"

When Zhu Shun saw Feng Kun stutter, he became even more furious and shouted,"Wait for what?"

"When we go to find them, they will be there for us!”

Feng Kun said while trembling.

"You're defying the heavens. There's still someone who's not afraid of death. Men, let's go now!”

Zhu Shun lifted his long robe, revealing the long blue tattoo on his arm.

……

The night sky was sparsely lit, and the shadows of the trees swayed. They were like man-eating demons waving their arms.

On the road, a group of people dressed in black clothes were in a hurry.

There were more than a hundred of them, and each of them was bare-chested. There was a black cloth belt around their waists, and they were holding all kinds of guns.

Middle-class, 38-style, old sleeve, made in Hanyang…

When the passersby on both sides saw this group of hooligans, they sensibly closed their doors.

"Who are these people? What are they doing?”

A few idlers in the distance stared enviously at the Brawler team, kissing their dry lips as they asked.

"Zhu Shun, the people of Master Zhu Si. Look at those red sticks leading the way. They are really impressive. I wonder who will be unlucky tonight. They deserve it.”

From afar, he could see that the Green Treasure Club was still resplendent and luxurious.

"Cheer up and kill the people inside. I want to drink human heads tonight!”Zhu Shun looked at the large group of people behind him and shouted boldly.

"Don't worry, big brother. We've seen all kinds of situations. It's just a few long rivers. Let them know whose territory this is!”

"Yes, kill them and dig out their hearts!”

"Brothers, charge!"

Bang!

Without warning, a crisp gunshot pierced through the night sky.

At the front of the group, a fellow in red who was shouting loudly had his brain matter splattered all over Zhu Shun's face.

"Ah!"

Zhu Shun was a ruthless person. When he was with Huang Jinrong, he had fought countless battles and killed more than ten people. However, no matter how ruthless and brutal he was, he had never experienced a scene where someone's head was blown off.

Ta, ta, ta…

Countless gunshots suddenly rang out, as dense as fried soybeans.

The people in black fell to the ground one by one as if they were harvesting wheat.

"Not good, there's an ambush!"

Someone in the crowd shouted, but the next moment, the voice suddenly stopped.

Wang Yi, who was standing at the window on the second floor of the Green Treasure Club, gently blew at the smoke from the muzzle. His expression was extremely cold.

Zhu Shun could only see that on the surrounding low houses, trees, and alleyways, countless black shadows were shooting out deadly flames from their hands.

When hooligans fought, they had never seen such a scene. Usually, they relied on the number of people and charged up without fear of death.

Now, these guys in trench coats and top hats were looking for cover. They formed groups of three and cooperated with each other to cross fire. Coupled with the sharp weapons in their hands, it was as if there were endless bullets.

After less than half a minute of intensive shooting, these local ruffians lost their fighting spirit and began to flee in all directions.

At this moment, another burst of gunfire came from behind. This sound was crisp and short. It was the sound of the British 77's firing.

With every gunshot, a fleeing hooligan fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

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