I want to be a good person

Chapter 359: The End of Journey to the West

"Where are you going?"

The translator had a weird look on his face, wearing a shit-yellow combat cap and tortoise-shell-rimmed glasses.

He absolutely can't stand seeing others being handsome, and he has a bit of badness in him.

"Let the boss know that I'm going to Suzhou."

"Suzhou? You're going in the wrong direction."

"I have studied and I speak elegantly.

The translator puffed out his belly and pulled up his trousers with his hands.

"Go down to Changshu. You want to sneak across the river."

"Boss, I'm not going to northern Jiangsu. I'm really going to Suzhou."

"Stop talking nonsense. I know exactly what you do. If you want to play tricks on me, you are still a little naive."

"Hao Sang, what's the work?"

The Japanese soldier who had been silent all this time spoke up, with the rank of private first class.

They just like the Chinese people to fight among themselves and to attack each other.

"Taijun, the resistance members are hostile to the Locust Army."

"What are you waiting for? Arrest him immediately and send him to a labor camp."

"Hiyi."

He tapped his heels and bent over. The movements were standard and smooth. He had practiced a lot and it had become muscle memory.

"Sir, I have all the necessary credentials. I am just a cart driver."

"Certificate?"

"Chi la"

The certificate of good conduct was torn into pieces, and he waved his fat hands, unrestrainedly, like a dancing butterfly.

"What ID? I said you don't have it, so I don't have it. I want to arrest you, but I still need to find a reason. I just don't like you."

Pointing with fingers and a bulging belly, he is a leading cadre.

"take away."

They searched my body and found more than ten yuan in military notes. The Japanese looked at me with disdain.

Damn, you really should let them finish eating your stuff before leaving, pack all the garbage in your stomach and try some tree bark, grass roots and Guanyin soil.

The traitor raised his gun and arrested him carelessly.

"Translator Hao, this mule cart?"

"Sell it and bring back a lot of money, and you will definitely benefit from it."

"Thank you for your training, sir. I will be loyal to you in the future."

It turns out that they came here in a mule cart, and they also came to capture people to make up the numbers.

The fact that they appreciate such things shows that the Japanese and traitors at the bottom of society have a hard life, and that's right.

One traitor was driving the car, and two traitors were escorting him with Zhongzheng rifles.

The Japanese soldiers and translators naturally rode in cars, of different classes, and mule carts were also cars.

The round-toed cloth shoes on my feet were confiscated by the traitor, but fortunately I had black cloth socks. If I took off my shoes, my skin color would not match my current identity and would reveal my true identity.

"Cloth shoes are good."

It is really courting death to talk about reason and facts with the Japanese devils, traitors, high-ranking officials of the Reform Movement and other powerful classes. They are shameless and have no bottom line.

Weapons are the closest law, what they worry about the most, and what they fear the most.

Once honest and kind people take up arms, it actually represents the sadness of the entire era!

Life and death are bearish, if you don't agree, just do it!

The small stones on the road scratched my feet and it hurt.

Thinking about the barefoot straw sandals of the martyrs, it is so great.

"hurry up."

Except for the time when I first arrived, I have never suffered this kind of suffering.

An evil wind blew from behind their heads, and the mentality of the traitors absolutely changed. On the surface, they were even more vicious than the Japanese devils, and they had a mentality of throwing in the towel.

He dropped his shoulders and twisted his waist, then kicked from behind with his legs, causing the ball to swing out of his reach.

"click"

The sadness of Dandan.

The pistol in his left hand was pointed at the traitor, while the Luger P08 in his right hand sang a German folk song.

"Spring is coming".

Warm regards from allies.

Unfortunately, I only had time to utter one note, and they didn't know how to appreciate it.

“Plop! Plop! Plop!”

Two gunshots, three kneelings.

"Yo"

The fat translator knelt directly on a stone. Zhang Aiguo frowned for him, thinking it must be painful.

The timing of her kneeling was silky smooth, her movements graceful, her posture ugly, and she was kneeling straight up.

"Master, I..."

Instead of passively giving up resistance and passively accepting, why not stand up and fight?

"Put out your finger."

"Ah, ah..."

They were broken one by one.

"You are allowed to point fingers and be shameless. What can't you do? What can't you learn? Why do you have to learn from the big-tailed leader?"

"clap clap"

What Zhang Aiguo hates most is bloodlessness. There are too many excuses, most of which are power oppression.

"Think about your family and children, right?"

"If not for myself, then for the children."

……

His words are sincere and he is thinking about you everywhere. He is worrying about you and spending all his energy on you.

What a nice person, taking time out of his busy schedule to come and comfort you.

Is it considered PUA?

That's called caring, not moral kidnapping.

The tree wants to be still but the wind does not stop; there are always evil people who want to harm me.

Two Zhongzheng rifles, a box rifle, and a Type 38 cavalry rifle.

The fat translator didn't bring a pistol, but an Enicar gold watch. Zhang Aiguo thought about it and realized that the combat cap was made of the material for officers.

"Dingling Dingling"

Anchor brand bicycle, jumping left and right on the dirt road.

A little tune of music came.

"In 1938, the Eighth Route Army pulled the bolt...

Bang! Kill a Japanese translator."

The only thing that can defeat magic is magic.

Traitors fight against traitors, Japs fight against Japs, I am just the translator, I fight against the translator.

The wheels go round and round, in a cycle that repeats itself over and over again.

"This is you?"

"It's me. What's wrong? I don't recognize you."

"Why are you so thin?"

"It's hard to put into words."

"Oh."

The detective team and the puppet army were bored at the checkpoint, but suddenly they became interested and prepared to move stools, eat melon seeds, and listen to Zhang Aiguo telling about his tragic past.

"Forget it, forget it. I am contributing to the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Belt of the Locust Army and have successfully lost weight."

Damn, the gap between people is too big, and I don’t care about the vicious looks from the traitors at all.

Zhang Aiguo's Versailles-style speech made the traitors who were ready to laugh at him eat a fly.

Others are full, but we are not. The two mixed steamed buns we had at noon are almost digested.

"Captain Hao, where are you going?"

"Secret order, I won't tell you. I'm going to Nanjing to handle some personal matters. I'm a plenipotentiary representative. Do you know what a representative is?"

Zhang Aiguo was beaming with joy, his thumb standing upright and pointing backwards, full of confidence.

"I don't know. How do you choose your representatives?"

"It was a wise assignment from the top."

"Come, come, drink some water."

"Captain Hao, are you going to ride a rickshaw?"

"No way, let's find a place to take a boat."

"If it really doesn't work, I'll ride an electric donkey."

"That must be tiring."

"Yes."

"I saw the Locust Army riding that thing. It looked like a giant monkey."

"Hahaha."

There was a lot of laughter. It would be a lie to say that traitors didn't hate the Japanese.

The Japanese devils beat and scolded people at will regardless of the occasion and killed people to demonstrate their anger at any time.

"Bah, damn it, isn't it just because you can speak bird language?"

"Exactly. Look at how aggressive he is. He is much stronger than us."

"Little guy, I can kill him with just one finger."

……

There were constant insults, people who couldn't stand it, people who were envious and jealous, and people who were trying to make connections.

They are all dogs, why are they different?

No matter what they said or how much they quarreled, no one joked about their lives and they just watched helplessly as they left.

The bicycles were shaking, and the traitors were very dissatisfied. They were all treated like dogs, so why were some people superior, earning more and eating better?

The difference between humans and animals is very small. Common people ignore what makes them different and only care about profit.

Live in chaos like an animal, or die in consciousness?

It’s really hard to choose!