"Click, bang!" The secret door opened, and two figures came out, vigilantly patrolling the surroundings. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Whew!" The purple spirit dog came to unlock the key, and at the moment he was dancing happily to invite merit.

The standing place is a large warehouse, and goods are stacked everywhere, and there are all kinds of military supplies such as clothes, quilts, military boots, etc.

"The warehouse is full of resale goods, usually help him repair and assemble the guns, and at the same time take care of the place, and leave the ......" Abel Khan was worried, and the days of his flight made him extremely jealous.

"Pick out some clothes, I guess the war is about to begin, and the concession is not safe, you have no other choice!" Yang Guan said solemnly.

Abel Khan didn't refute again, stabilized his body and mind slightly, and asked for what he needed, and his actions proved everything.

In order to stabilize people's hearts, Johansen sent necessities from time to time, two sets of tight casual clothes, two pairs of black boots, and most importantly, a wear-resistant rucksack, waterproof.

Therefore, he carried a rucksack that was a head taller, and he could weigh one hundred and eighty pounds, but he completed the initial plan perfectly like no one else.

At this moment, Yangguan is no longer skinny and bone-like, and after nearly half a month of meat offerings, the body has begun to see scale.

Although he did not increase in height, his casual clothes looked extremely decent, and no one would doubt that he was not American.

"Tut, tut......" Yangguan stepped onto the two-wheeled motorcycle in the warehouse, brought enough fuel, and left like a wind and lightning, leaving behind a road of smoke and dust.

"Whew!" The purple spirit dog climbed on the front of the car and was dissatisfied.

"Don't be mischievous, isn't it just bringing back the shepherd's flute? Reward you later! Yang Guan was speechless, the speed was not very fast, but the vibration was not small, and the purple spirit dog was not adaptable.

He rode a motorcycle crookedly, nothing more than people and dogs were not satisfied, and he drove theoretically, but he had completely mastered it when he reached the concession pass, and he did whatever he wanted, whistling past.

Perhaps it was because his outfit and hair were too conspicuous to meet the slightest hindrance, swaggering to the rental world, and being courteous to the checkpoint.

There was no word all the way, scraps of paper were all over the ground, and pedestrians looked panicked as motorcycles flew and danced, a bleak scene before the war.

Under the morning light, Yangguan felt that it was not because it was too early, but because he was timid and afraid that the dead would escape, and it was not as calm and tidy as the concession.

"Squeak!" Yangguan drove to his destination and parked not far from a remote grocery store in Zhabei.

"Go ahead, tell them that Johansen is unreliable, speak professionally, and they will definitely escort you to Yan'an and inform them of the contact signal!" Yang Guan showed a trace of reluctance.

The two fought together for half a month and fulfilled Wang Hongjie's last wish, Yangguan was very grateful to Abel Khan, if it weren't for the blood revenge, he would have escorted all the way to Yan'an.

"Don't worry, since I go to the rental world, I will fulfill my promise, you take care, goodbye!" Abel Khan reluctantly left.

"Precious!" Yang Guan watched Abel Khan enter the grocery store, stared for a long time to get a safe signal, drove away alone, and began to rely on the purple spirit dog to track.

At the same time, Johnson scolded in the dark room, and the bamboo basket was empty, and nothing was caught.

"The bitter sea is boundless, if you don't repent, 20 mm peanuts are waiting, coffee, thank you, I hope to see you next time!"

He saw that Yangguan's message almost collapsed, and the 7.7 sniper and 20 resistance were successfully developed, like a deadly sharp knife pierced in the chest, and shame, resentment and unwillingness overflowed.

"Thanks, damn it, the R&D is gone, the treasure is gone, why, ah......" Johnson howled heartbreakingly.

He originally had a good relationship with Wang Hongjie, and he could be called a close friend who talked about everything, except for treasures and research and development achievements, but Wang Hongjie was frustrated and drunk and spit out the truth, which made Johansen expose his true nature and plan for many years.

Johnson has played with the magatama on Yangguan's body many times, but he has always held back, just waiting for the scientific research results and treasure keys to gather and then carry out the thunder action.

Where did Inukai Ichiro get the news of the treasure, Johansen didn't know anything, and he didn't expect it, Wang Hongjie died tragically, and he also became suspicious.

Johnson has been to the northern suburbs of Baoshan, and has also investigated the crime scene, and even dug up the earth to search for Magata, but unfortunately found nothing.

The arrival of Yangguan shocked him, whether it was change or the resurgence of ambition, which instantly made him frightened and inexplicable, trying to get everything he wanted.

Johnson's plan is very thorough, even Yangguan joined the International Communist Party, almost single-handedly, Wang Hongjie will die of old age, but the fool is easy to control.

Therefore, he did not play the friendship card less, and while making long-term plans, he was also trying his best to plan, but he didn't succeed.

"Hey, you're Inukaiichiro?"

"Hey, who are you and what's the matter?"

"The case in the northern suburbs of Baoshan, the fool is not dead, be careful of the black gun, you are good-willed, the fool is not stupid now, hazel hair!"

"Nani, hey, hey, hey......"

Inukai Ichiro was horrified, the secret was learned, can the resurrection of the fool be fake? Is it intimidation or extortion?

He couldn't figure it out, his stiff Japanese had a terrifying aura, and it was unrealistic to rip off bamboo poles, so what was the purpose?

"A few of you get in touch, search all over Shanghai for the fool who should have died, remember that the hair is hazel, where is Han Qiming?" Ichiro Inukai gives the order.

"Hey, Han Qiming is outside, isn't His Excellency Shaozuo going out with him?" The extra-high elite replied.

"Yo Xi, check where the call just now came from, be quick, go out and cancel the operation!" Inukai Ichiro was furious.

"Hey, Your Excellency Shaozuo wait a minute!" The elite nodded and picked up the phone: "Moses Moses ......"

These unexpected situations happened, but Yang Guan didn't know anything, if he knew that he would definitely go berserk and kill people, a moment of kindness in exchange for startling the snake, so that more than ten days of tracking had no results.

Yang Guan thought that he could show his strength, and he couldn't shoot the wolf lamb with Changying in his hand, but the reality was very cruel, and his footprints were all over the place where Han Qiming went, but it always ended up in vain.

He didn't know that because the war was about to break out, he didn't encounter a siege, otherwise he didn't know what he would really think.

However, Yangguan hid his motorcycle in a remote place, and walked the streets with a big backpack every day, feeling the current situation inseparable, and his depression was increasing day by day.

In a major incident, Japanese Lieutenant Yuo Oyama and Saito Saito drove into Hongqiao Airport in an attempt to carry out reconnaissance, and were shot and killed in a murderous manner.

Chiang's dictatorship was so indecisive that it leaked secrets, causing the fleet of small Japan to flee the middle reaches of the Yangtze River, and a siege and annihilation came to naught.

The sinking ship blocked the river, and more than 200 military and civilian ships sank themselves in Jiangyin, destroying the navigation beacon and delaying the difficulty of the Japanese warship attack.

The gossip has sprung up like snowflakes, updating every moment, and there is a strong evil aura in the air, almost freezing the space, which is suffocating.

For more than ten days, Yangguan was very depressed, holding back a breath of anger, but the big backpack never left his body, but gradually adapted to the weight, and now he is unconscious, relaxed and freehand, short man, no one can guess the weight of the backpack is amazing.

After Yangguan and Abel Khan separated, the purple spirit dog took the lead, searched all the way, and when he was hungry, he looked for trouble with the Japanese.

"Hachika, the samurai of the Great Japanese Empire, when do you need to pay for food, you are dead and dead!" The Japanese ronin's eyes are empty, and his eyes are fierce.

"You are the uncle, give a symbolic point, otherwise, I can't make a difference, you can do well......" The waiter was pitiful.

This scene happened to make Yang Guan bump into him, and his face immediately turned cloudy and clear, but he didn't rush to do it, and felt that the soft bones should be taught a lesson.

Sure enough, the Japanese ronin quit and beat the waiter, punching and kicking each other mercilessly, beating the waiter until his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and the restaurant owner was not done until the round.

"Eight grids, it should have been like this a long time ago, it made Hontaro tired and half dead, come back tomorrow for the apology banquet, remember, hahaha!" The Japanese ronin showed off his might and swaggered out of the restaurant.

As the saying goes, getting carried away was struck by lightning, and the sound of "bang" hit Yangguan, and the ronin flew upside down more than a meter away, falling on all sides.

"Eight Tooth Road, little Yankee, die!" The ronin got up and fought back, his movements swift and brutal, castrated like electricity, and frightened a group of onlookers to close their eyes.

"Whew, smack!" Yang Guan raised his hand and pinched the fist that hit his face, but he didn't use much force, and his body didn't move at all.

"Eight grids!" The ronin was stunned for a moment, eight points of strength can crack the slate, and he never wanted to hit the cotton, and instantly became angry, and his left fist struck violently.

"Luo Huan legs, little wolf, haven't weaned, hard, come, hard!" Yangguan punished him in Japanese, causing the ronin to turn pig's liver color.

"Rao... Destiny ......" The ronin knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, and the spirit of bushido flew out of the clouds.

"Hand over all the money, the master will be here in the future, bring more people if you are not convinced, hurry up!" Yangguan Dark Luck exerted pressure with all his strength, forcing the ronin to take out everything, even the personal saber.

"Bang, bang!" The ronin was kicked by Yang Guan and flew five meters away, his lumbar spine was destroyed, and he fell half-crippled.

There are countless of these, molesting schoolgirls, women, robbing items, and doing all kinds of evil, but all of them are good at Yangguan's belly.

"Boom, boom, boom, da, da......"

"It's finally here, little Japan, and your time of death has arrived!" Yangguan looked up at Zhabei, and the smoke was filled.