Drag the target back to the empty house.

Zhang Yong put on a hood first.

Worry about being recognized by the other party.

He doesn't know how to put on makeup. No one around him knows how to do it. He's too lazy to learn.

It's just a black hood with two eyes exposed.

I learned it from later generations of special forces. It’s that simple. It’s the best if you have it. It doesn’t matter if you don’t have it. His camouflage level is just like this for the time being.

Waving his hands, everyone else also put on their hoods. Only two eyes were exposed.

In this way, the other party will not be able to identify their exact identity or remember their appearance. There will be no target for revenge in the future.

Although it is simple, it is actually quite effective.

Especially against the brutal Japanese invaders.

Ready. Zhang Yong took off the target's headgear and let him and Ke Shourong face to face.

The target was stunned when he saw Ke Shourong. Then he looked at everyone around him and found that everyone was wearing hoods. Only then did he realize that something was wrong.

Ke Shourong looked miserable.

However, the goal is also quite arrogant.

Even so, he did not appear particularly fearful. He was convinced that the Japanese Empire was invincible and was full of fanaticism.

"idiot!"

He cursed angrily in Japanese.

Zhang Yong did not respond.

Others are also quiet.

The target cursed for a while and found that there was no movement. He finally felt uneasy.

The biggest fear is that the air suddenly becomes quiet.

a long time……

"Who are you?"

"Make money."

"What?"

"I, Qin Shihuang, give money!"

"idiot……"

The target couldn't help but curse again.

Then he suffered a burst of firepower. He was slapped and slapped. His cheeks were swollen like a pig's head.

His teeth were flying out and his mouth was full of blood.

Simple.

rough.

The three teams took turns slapping him.

When I was little, I loved slapping people and being slapped again.

If this is the case, then I am fully satisfied.

"stop fighting……"

"stop fighting……"

Finally, the target couldn't hold on any longer.

Don't dare to be harsh anymore. If you continue to be harsh, your head will be smashed.

The fanaticism in his mind finally couldn't withstand the repeated torture. In the face of cold violence, all the fanaticism disappeared.

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

Only when everyone was still enjoying the fight did they stop.

Some people rub their palms secretly. Apparently they used too much force and their hands hurt.

"Who are you..."

"you……"

The target asked as he was dying.

His mouth was full of blood, his words were leaky, and he had almost no energy.

As a result, there was no response.

Except for Zhang Yong, everyone else remained silent.

Including Zeng Guangyuan, who was watching the excitement. He had long forgotten about buying coffee.

Zhang Yong didn't remind him. Of course he couldn't remember it. There were so many things in front of him, and he had never seen them for a long time.

"What do you want..."

"money."

"money?"

The target is suspicious.

Could it be that he encountered a calamity?

I was dizzy and thought I had met an enemy. I didn't expect that the other party was actually a Jie Dao.

I feel so unlucky...

He was actually beaten like a pig's head by a group of robbers...

idiot……

"who is he?"

Zhang Yong turned to ask Ke Shourong.

Ke Shourong hesitated and did not dare to answer.

How could he dare to answer such a face-to-face question? The Japanese would definitely destroy him later.

Sure enough, the target glared menacingly.

Zhang Yong stood up, walked to the kitchen at the back, and took out a kitchen knife.

The dagger is too small and doesn't feel powerful. A kitchen knife is more powerful.

"He, he is Junjiro Koiso..."

Sure enough, Ke Shourong immediately surrendered.

Most people may not be afraid of knives, but he is.

At this moment, if he doesn't answer, others will definitely give him a knife.

"Baga! You betrayed me!"

"idiot……"

Junjiro Koiso scolded angrily.

The voice stopped suddenly, as if someone had pinched his throat.

But it was Zhang Yong who put the kitchen knife on his throat. Junjiro Koiso immediately wisely shut up. He didn't want to die either.

He vaguely heard that the other party's purpose was to get money.

Maybe it's really a scam.

If you are killed by a robber, that would be called an injustice.

But they were all wearing hoods, so he couldn't identify them at all. He couldn't tell at all.

The sounds and everything else were unfamiliar. I had no impression of them.

"you can go now."

Zhang Yong waved his hand and ordered Ke Shourong to be untied.

Ke Shourong:???

What? Can I go?

His face was full of disbelief. At the same time, he was a little scared.

Can I really leave?

Isn't it some kind of conspiracy?
To be continued...