The drizzle was continuous, and the sky was gloomy, just as bad as Zhao Zhi's mood at this time. Standing by the Huangpu River, he couldn't believe what had happened to him. The gap between the front and back is unimaginably large, and there must be a long gap of decades between them. From 2012 A.D., he suddenly returned to 1938 of the last century, and this irreversible everything made him cry and laugh, and a thought arose in his heart that he wanted to plunge into the surging Huangpu River and end his life.

But in the midst of this pain there is another joy, the joy of new life. Now that I think about it, the society of 2012 does not seem to be very suitable for people like themselves, who call themselves the fuses and accomplices of war - "international mercenaries".

Zhao Zhi was hired by an African chieftain and was ordered to seize the mine with other mercenaries when he was hit by a rocket and rode in a car, and he was transported to Shanghai in 1938.

After a day of wandering around the Huangpu River, Zhao Zhi finally accepted this fact of crossing that was not a fact. "Declaration" was the most famous newspaper of this period, although at first Zhao Zhi was still in the scene of a large film, but in the end, it was the content and time of the newspaper and everything he was in contact with, which proved that he had indeed returned to 1938.

Creation makes people, and God arranged a mercenary to the period of China's Anti-Japanese War. All this is the arrangement of fate, and the so-called destiny is difficult to violate. This sudden change made Zhao Zhi's mind stronger, not to mention that he has all the excellent qualities beyond this era, even a vague understanding of the general trend of modern Chinese history is enough to make himself rampant in this era. Of course, this is only a secret 'weapon', because there are some things that no one will believe when they say them. It can even lead to killing. Therefore, we must survive better, give better play to our talents, and find a way out and opportunities for a better life.

Standing on the streets of Shanghai, countless puzzled and strange eyes looked at Zhao Zhi, but his strong physique made people dare not look at it more. He was dressed in a black silk short, his head was bare, there was only a layer of hair stubble, and he was wearing a pair of cloth shoes with mille-feuille soles, white and black, to be honest, this dress was too eye-catching in the here and now. Just dressed up, or last night, Zhao Zhi snatched it from a ruffian, or with his tattered camouflage military uniform, he would have been caught in the bureau a long time ago.

At the beginning of the day, the night enveloped the whole of Shanghai, and there were countless hooligan ruffians under the neon lights, because they were vagrants, unemployed, and they never let go of any chance that would allow them to survive. This is Lujiazui, is the intersection of the Chinese boundary and the French Concession, the south of the bridge is the Chinese boundary occupied by the army, the north of the bridge is the French Concession, this bridge is erected on a branch of the Huangpu River, the branch flows through the Dongchang ferry port outside the small East Gate City. The inhabitants on both sides of the Zhibin are unsupervised, that is, they do not return to the Chinese Territory or the French Concession, they are free people.

Since the army occupied Shanghai in 1937, most of the hooligans and ruffians took refuge in the army and became secret agents, providing intelligence for the army and searching for anti-Japanese people, the most famous of which was Zhang Xiaolin, one of the three major hooligans in old Shanghai.

Zhao Zhi didn't like to read, but he knew that China's War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression was finally won, the Kuomintang and the Communist Party fought another battle, and finally the Kuomintang withdrew from Taiwan, but he was not clear about the entire course of the Anti-Japanese War. However, with his own skills, there should be no problem in this era, if you come, you will be safe, and now it can only be like this, Zhao Zhi shook his head and stood on the street and looked around. There are still a few pieces of ocean that I grabbed yesterday in my pocket, so let's solve today's food problem first.

Suddenly, a shrill scream woke up the distracted Zhao Zhi. "Stop him, stop him, my bag." A series of leather shoes sounded rapidly, and a guy in a suit and spoke English was chasing across the street. Although the night is very dark, there are countless foreign shops and restaurants on both sides, and the whole street is still lit up. Many people stopped to watch, but none of them stopped the robber who grabbed the bag, and the two people in front of and behind quickly ran towards the corner of the street where Zhao Zhi was standing.

Zhao Zhi saw it very clearly, the one running in front was a young man at the age of twenty-four or five, thin and tall, and he was also the same black silk shorts as Zhao Zhi. The foreigner in the suit was still chasing, shouting "Robber, stop him" as he ran. "But his series of English, a few people can understand, that is, understand, who would go to gangsters for a foreign devil he doesn't know.

Zhao Zhi's heart was racing, and the moment the robbing thin man crossed by, he stretched out his foot and hooked it. The thin man was caught off guard, and was directly hooked by Zhao Zhi's foot, and directly fell to the ground straight on a horse "plop", and suddenly fell dizzy.

The people who dare to rob here are basically hooligans in the gangs in this area, there are countless gangs in Shanghai, with the Qing Gang, the Hong Gang and so on are the most famous, and the old Shanghai is an area where the big hooligans are produced. In the eyes of others, Zhao Zhi stopped the man who robbed him, which was tantamount to challenging these gangsters, which was undoubtedly a bold and stupid act.

But the foreigner in the suit who ran close made Zhao Zhi's eyes shine, and he suddenly felt that this stupid act was worth the money. The foreigner who was running was lame on one leg, but when he stood in front of Zhao Zhi, the whole person was as straight as a javelin, and he couldn't tell that the leg was lame just now. The pair of green eyes and Zhao Zhiluo looked at each other, and his feet instinctively staggered and took a step back, and his equally strong body squatted slightly, putting on a posture of attacking at any time. Zhao Zhi, who crossed over, still had some aura of having just experienced the baptism of the battlefield, which brought pressure to the foreigner opposite, and it was no wonder that people put on that posture.

Zhao Zhi smiled slightly, the corners of his mouth curled up and drew an arc, reached out and picked up the dusty leather bag from the ground, and stepped on the back of the robber man with one foot. "Is this your purse?" Zhao Zhi's English is very standard, and the foreigner opposite paused for a moment, and quickly nodded, "Yes, it's my purse, thank you so much"

Zhao Zhi brushed aside the foreigner's hand that reached over to take the leather bag, and gestured with the thumb and index finger of his right hand to count the money, nonsense, Zhao Zhi is not a good person. There's no benefit, so he's too lazy to do it. The foreigner was stunned again, and hurriedly took out the wallet from his arms, took out a banknote and handed it to Zhao Zhi. Ha, it's a big fish, and the dead foreigner handed over a dollar, a brand new one, although only a dollar bill. You know, in old Shanghai, the dollar has always been a strong currency.

Zhao Zhi looked at the 100 million dollar banknotes handed over and shook his head, "10 yuan, I want 10 dollars" Zhao Zhi said lightly, and put the leather bag he was carrying behind him. "You are blackmailing, I'm going to call the police" The foreigner looked angry, blushed and shouted, and the onlookers dispersed. In their opinion, Zhao Zhi, like the man who robbed, was a hooligan ruffian.