It's a routine operation. He's used to it.

The Japanese invaders were not good people. These people from Sicily were not good people either.

Not even Zhang Yong himself is a good person.

Because there are no good people in this industry. Good people are not suitable for this industry.

"revenge!"

"revenge!"

The Italians started roaring like crazy.

At this moment, they should be called by their proper name: Sicilians.

After suffering such a big loss, the Sicilians certainly cannot give up.

"Show me some Japanese people."

"What?"

"I want to kill a few more Japanese."

"this……"

"Don't worry, mother-in-law. Point me to a Japanese, and I'll give you a Beida M35..."

"good."

Zhang Yong immediately agreed.

Seems like a good thing?

Not only did some people help him kill the Japanese invaders, but he also gave rewards to each one he killed.

The key is that it can also increase the hatred between Sicilians and the Japanese invaders. In the future, even if Mussolini forms an alliance with the Japanese invaders, the Sicilians will fight against him.

"Bring someone with me. But not too many."

"Will five be okay?"

"OK."

Zhang Yong nodded.

Tanavaro then named five people.

They are all menacing and ferocious. Their eyes are very cold.

You can tell at a glance that everyone has at least a few lives in their hands. Maybe dozens. Or even hundreds.

The Japanese invaders killed people without blinking an eye, and these guys in front of them were no less generous.

The battle just now embarrassed them. They must regain their place.

"Come with me!"

Zhang Yong led the way.

There are indeed a few red dots on the periphery of the map.

However, Zhang Yong's target was not them. It was outside the concession.

The Japanese invaders in the concession were not challenging. Only the area near Hongkou...

etc!

Suddenly, three red dots appeared.

The map showed that three people were driving: two in front and one in the back.

As soon as my mind moved, it was them.

"There are three Japanese invaders driving a car..."

"go!"

Tanavarro didn't hesitate.

He was so angry now that he had to kill the Japanese to vent his anger.

The Japanese actually broke into the Italian street and went wild. Where did this put his face? It was like a slap in the face of Tanavaro.

If he wants to continue to hang out, he must take revenge severely. Ten times, a hundred times revenge!

"Okay. Get in the car."

"I'll drive!"

"good."

Zhang Yong nodded.

Tanavaro then drove.

Of course Italians have their own cars.

It's still a Fiat brand. It looks average but has super horsepower.

At that time, Fiat still had great advantages in terms of engines. The main focus was on powerful engines.

"Three people. Two in the front row and one in the back row."

"Everyone has a gun. They're all rifles..."

Zhang Yong introduced the situation.

It's a little strange that these Japanese invaders actually used shell guns?

What kind of Japanese invaders are they?

Gradually getting closer. But there is no more information.

"The target is three streets away."

"Go through this way..."

Zhang Yong indicated the direction.

Soon, the target vehicle appeared.

It's a black Buick sedan.

Tanavarro stretched out his hand and waved to the vehicle behind him.

The Fiat car behind immediately accelerated and overtook it. Then it faced the Buick car and crashed directly into it.

Zhang Yong:???

No. Is it done now?

You guys should be more professional! Find a corner and bump into it again!

The target vehicle turns a corner, slows down, and crashes into it...

However……

"boom……"

There was a loud noise.

Another car had been hit. The scene was chaotic.

The violent impact pushed the Buick directly against the wall on the street. The Japanese invaders were inside.

Zhang Yong:……

Forget it. I'm just watching the fun.

He doesn't need to be responsible for charging into battle. Those Sicilians will take care of it.

Sure enough, the Sicilian in front got out of the car with a gun.

Tanavaro also stopped the car, got out of the car, and carried a gun.

Zhang Yong Shi Ran got off the car.

He was just watching the excitement and was not in a hurry.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

There was a violent burst of gunfire.

But it was the Sicilians who opened fire wildly on the Buick sedan.

Zhang Yong:???

No. Did you shoot directly?

Why don't you go up and ask? At least say hello...

Forget it. It's too late to say anything.
To be continued...