strictlysupreme Chapter 887 Good Citizen
Chapter 887 Good Citizen
Tulu looked at the black muzzles of guns around him, and the muscles on his face twitched involuntarily.
He slowly put down the axe in his hand and said to the attic where the voice came from: "Brother, we are all here to make a living, give us a way to survive."
"Dengdengdeng." A series of footsteps were heard, and several figures appeared at the stairs of the attic.
The leader was a bit fat, wearing a gray hat, holding a Mauser pistol in his hand, with a round face, short beard, and wearing a light blue coat.
When Tulu saw the man's expression change slightly, he said slowly, "Master Jiu, you are joking a little too much."
"This gold does not belong to your Xiaotongqiao."
Gao Tianjiu took a few steps forward with a revolver in hand and said, "Manager Tu, how do you know that this gold is not ours?"
"Is there a name on it?"
Tulu was slightly stunned and said in a deep voice: "Master Jiu, we brothers are also following orders."
"Since Master Jiu is interested in these, let's go."
"Go, haha, if you leave, who will pay for the lives of so many people?" Gao Tianjiu patted Tulu's cheek and said, "Does Tu want to put the blame on us?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, there are 20 or 30 lives at stake. We good citizens cannot take on such a huge responsibility."
Good citizens, do these four words have anything to do with the people of Xiaotongqiao? Have you ever seen a good citizen pointing a gun at someone?
"Master Jiu, what do you mean? We did the work, but we didn't take the money. We are all here to make a living. Today we admit defeat. Do you still want to kill us all?" Tulu said in a deep voice: "We also have rules in Baqi Street."
"People respect me a foot, and I respect others a foot."
"But if you really want to force the tiger to jump over the wall, we are not easy to mess with."
"When the fight breaks out between Baqi Street and Xiaotong Bridge, it's unclear who will suffer the greater loss."
Gao Tianjiu laughed loudly: "Manager Tu, what you said is true. Our Xiaotongqiao is in Zhabei and Hongkou has dozens of sites there, waiting for you to smash them anytime."
"Do you dare? But today I don't intend to discuss the righteousness of the underworld with you."
"Today I am acting as a good citizen and doing what is right."
"Don't worry, the police will be here soon. You killed so many people, including a foreigner. You should think about how to explain this to Chief Lu of the Police."
"Someone, take the gold away."
"As for the rest of you, stop standing here and getting in the way. Put your hands on your heads and stand against the wall."
Tulu's expression froze, and he said angrily: "Gao Tianjiu, don't go too far."
"Pa." Gao Tianjiu slapped him in the face with his backhand, "Fuck you, I give you face."
"Lao Guang, keep an eye on them. Lu Jingyuan's people will be here soon."
"Afu, tell your people to move the things quickly."
"Got it, Master Jiu." Ah Fu responded with a smile, pursed his lips and whistled, and his scavengers quickly ran down from the attic.
Several people quickly unloaded the gold from the car, loaded it onto a cart, and under the leadership of Ah Fu, quickly disappeared into the night.
Only two trucks and twenty or thirty corpses covered with knife and axe wounds were left at the scene.
At the same time, on the other side of the Shanghai Stock Exchange.
Huaihai West Road, where the special materials warehouse is located.
This is a Japanese military supplies warehouse covering an area of approximately one hundred acres.
The entire warehouse has four material storage areas and a laboratory.
The main function of the laboratory is to sample and maintain biological and chemical weapons, concentrates, and poison gas bombs in special material warehouses.
If these things leak or break accidentally, the damage caused could destroy a city at any time.
Therefore, even if the warehouse is located in a deserted suburb, there are still very strict protective measures.
Even at night, there are four floodlights that continuously illuminate the surroundings to ensure that no strangers approach.
At exactly eight o'clock, a roar of cars was heard, and about fifteen or sixteen trucks appeared at the door of the special warehouse.
On top of the wall, two searchlights on two high sentry posts directed their huge beams of light towards the door.
Sanders jumped out of the car, walked a few steps to the sentry post at the door, nodded to the guard and said, "Hello, I'm looking for Colonel Shinoda."
The guard put away his Type 38 rifle, ran into the hut, picked up the phone and asked inside.
"Hey, got it. I'll let them in right away."
The guard hung up the phone, walked out of the hut with his rifle on his back, waved to the left and right, moved the fence in front, and said to Sanders, "You can go in."
"Thank you, thank you." Sanders clasped his hands in front of him, bowed slightly, and then waved behind him.
Following the guards' instructions, the truck quickly drove to the door of the warehouse they had designated.
At this time, the supreme commander of the special materials warehouse, Kaneshiro Shinoda, had been waiting at the door of the warehouse for a long time.
"Mr. Sanders, you are on time." Colonel Shinoda saw Sanders jump out of the cab of the truck and immediately stepped forward to greet him.
"Colonel Shinoda, time is running out, so I won't be polite with you." Sanders took out 50,000 yen that he had prepared long ago from the cab and stuffed the package into the hands of Kaneshiro Shinoda.
"This is the balance you requested, a total of 50,000 yen. Check to see if the number is correct."
Kenshiro Shinoda opened the package and looked at the stacks of brand new twenty-yuan Japanese yen notes inside, a satisfied smile on his face.
"Mr. Sanders, the goods are all inside. According to your instructions, I have asked someone to exchange President Shimazu's 1,000 boxes of goods for flour."
"There are a total of 5,000 boxes in this warehouse. Check to see if the number is correct."
Sanders didn't say anything more and immediately asked his men to start moving the goods.
The merchant ship will set sail on time at 11 o'clock in the evening. It will take three hours to load 5,000 boxes of goods onto the ship. The time is indeed a bit tight.
Sanders seemed to breathe a sigh of relief as he watched the hired workers, under the command of the foreman, carry a large number of medicines into the car like ants moving house.
Looking at Shinoda Kanesiro who was counting the money on the side, he seemed to remember something and said, "Colonel Shinoda, President Shimazu didn't notice anything unusual when he came to pick up the goods, did he?"
Shinoda Kenshiro dipped his finger in saliva and said without raising his head while counting the money: "Mr. Sanders, don't worry."
'We are very careful in what we do. I have people put seals on all the goods after they are exchanged.'
"Also, I followed your instructions and left the top row of goods untouched. If he wants to verify the authenticity, he has to turn over the goods at the bottom."
"Mr. Sanders, I really admire you. You can actually use ten boxes of goods and a dozen bags of flour to exchange for a thousand boxes of goods that people have worked so hard to get."
"Your business is much more profitable than mine."