That night, the moon was dark and the wind was strong.
However, for Shanghai, which was indulged in luxury, it was far from the time of curfew.
“BOSS。”
In a small house near Hongkou, two Soviets were speaking in awkward English under the dim light.
"I can speak Russian."
Zhou Weiguo waved his hand and replied in Russian," Later, you will join us in the operation. After the operation is over, someone will send you out of Shanghai overnight. I've already bought the tickets, so don't worry.”
"No problem, Boss."
One of them, a red-haired Russian, Ivanov, grinned." I'm more than happy to kill those Japanese dwarves.”
"Whatever."
Zhou Weiguo replied and ignored him.
A year ago, he had asked his father, Zhou Jixian, and the others to go to the United States to develop themselves.
In addition to invading the stock market to buy bankrupt companies and factories, he also let his father start a few companies.
The most important companies were Umbrella and Blackwater.
These were two security companies. In modern terms, they were mercenary companies.
The concept of mercenaries was extremely popular in Europe and had existed since ancient times.
However, there were no professional mercenaries or security companies these days.
Most of them were large companies that hired a group of mercenaries to protect themselves while running their business.
The most famous was the East India Company, which even had its own fleet.
However, there had never been a company like Blackwater and Umbrella that specialized in hiring mercenaries.
However, it was such a company that made many medium-sized companies overjoyed.
Because with the size of their company, they could not train a specialized security force to protect themselves.
However, he had offended many people and lacked the protection of security forces.
Hiring bodyguards was their best choice.
Zhou Weiguo was a pioneer in this world, and his business spread all over the world.
Not only in America, but also in England and France.
As the largest economic center in the Far East, there were naturally foreigners in Shanghai.
Such a place had the value of Blackwater and Umbrella.
"Boss, when do we move?”
Makarov, the other Soviet, asked coldly as he put two Colt M1911s into his pocket.
Umbrella and Blackwater were hiring professional veterans.
Moreover, it was easy to recruit.
This was because a large number of soldiers had retired after the end of World War I, and they had not been properly settled.
Blackwater and Umbrella Corporation offered a higher price, so of course, they were loved by many veterans.
"Now."
"Now."
Zhou Weiguo smiled and replied in Russian.
……
Northstar One Blade Style.
He was one of the famous figures in Japanese Kendo, and he laid the foundation for Japanese modern Kendo.
Unfortunately, it was the Northstar One Blade Style that was supposed to be a pure sword sect.
Many disciples of the Hokushin Itto-Ryu were also influenced by the Japanese militarism and became radical.
Moreover, they had lost the spirit of the sword that they relied on to be proud.
Hongkou.
It was a place that had always been called the Japanese concession.
However, very few people knew that this title was not officially recognized.
It was just that after being occupied by the Japanese, it was considered a concession.
This was because they believed that they could stand side by side with the superpowers.
And the way to do so was to open up concessions in China like the foreign powers.
The dojo of the Northstar One Blade School was also opened here.
Nine o'clock. For most ordinary people, they were already asleep at this time.
As for the disciples of the Northstar One Blade School, they also understood the principle that hard work could make up for their incompetence.
Therefore, even at this time.
They also gathered in the dojo to practice their swordsmanship.
If one were to walk past the dojo, one would occasionally hear the sound of bamboo swords clashing against each other.
Even at the entrance of the dojo, there were two people wearing Kendo uniforms with white bandages tied around their heads.
However, compared to the pure white cloth of the Northstar One Blade Style…
On their cloth strips, there was the symbol of the Japanese sun, and on both sides were the words 'Long Martial Luck.'
"Who are you?"
It was late at night, and the appearance of Zhou Weiguo's group of more than ten people had unsurprisingly aroused their vigilance.
He even subconsciously placed his hand on the sword at his waist.
However, this was meaningless.
"Bang!"
Zhou Weiguo raised his hand and fired two shots. The orange bullets instantly shot out and hit the two of them between their eyebrows.
"Puff!"
Blood spurted out from the muzzle of the gun, and the two Japanese men's eyes widened.
"Leave no one alive."
Zhou Weiguo said loudly in Russian.
Other than the two Soviets, the other agents naturally did not understand.
However, there was no need to understand, because they had been instructed clearly before they came.
"Who are you?"
The gunshots unsurprisingly alerted many disciples in the dojo. A man in a Kendo uniform shouted and rushed out with many people.
Unfortunately, they were all holding bamboo sticks.
As for Zhou Weiguo and the others, they were holding guns.
"Bang bang bang!"
Gunshots rang out as expected. No matter who it was, they had no intention of holding back.
In an instant, the bodies of the disciples of the Northstar One Blade School were completely torn apart by the whistling bullets.
Fresh blood splattered in an instant, covering the entire dojo.
They did not even understand what was going on until they died.
Why did a large group of people suddenly rush into the training hall?
And everyone was holding guns.
What could they do with only wooden sticks?
For a moment, many Japanese people were filled with grievances.
But unfortunately, they could only hold it in until they died.
In just a few seconds, the white-haired bullet completely tore apart all the Japanese people in front of him.
"Continue to clean up. Don't leave any survivors.”
Zhou Weiguo expressionlessly changed the magazine and ordered in Russian.
The others also understood and spread out in pairs to search.
The dojo of the Northstar One Blade School was very large.
In addition to the main training ground, there were many rooms behind for the disciples of the Northstar One Blade School to eat and drink.
Zhou Weiguo's goal was to make this place bleed like a river.
He never lied.
If he said not to leave a single one alive, then he would.
"Bang bang!"
The sporadic gunshots continued to ring out. It was likely that the disciples of the Northstar One Blade School who were hiding in the dark had been discovered and executed.
Zhou Weiguo knew very well that they only had less than ten minutes.
Ten minutes later, the Japanese patrol and the Marine Corps stationed in Hongkou District would arrive.
If they did not retreat by then, they would be surrounded.
Hence, time was very important.
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