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Chapter 3 The Hitman's Manual

Life is a play, good or bad depends on acting skills.

Although the cigarettes at this time did not have filters, they were more suitable for pretense.Yan Zhi took out a cigarette, put it at the corner of his mouth, put on his sunglasses again, and took out the American soldier's favorite lighter from his pocket with his fat and white hands, lit the cigarette with his backhand, and took a deep breath...

Wearing the uniform of a major in the national army, smoking cigarettes without filters, and about to meet the little devils of the 30s with bayonets, at this moment, Yan Zhi suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of excitement.

It's been a long time since I killed anyone.Now that you can't go back, then enjoy the pleasure of killing people without paying for your life.

Life is all drama, and an excellent script is the essence.Yan Zhi knows that his predecessor's skills are actually extraordinary, explosive power, core strength, speed, and reaction ability are all excellent, what is lacking is the murderous aura that kills without blinking an eye.However, there is no shortage now.

"translate!"

"Sir!"

"Give you one last chance to translate what I just said to the little devil."

Yan Zhi's voice was cold and irresistible.In the cruel war years, soldiers must resolutely implement military orders.

The translator shuddered.

Zhou Youcai didn't dare to say any more.

After listening to the translation, more than a dozen Japanese soldiers also looked at Yan Zhi in a daze.If the chubby school official just said that the emperor announced his surrender was a dream, then he is courting death now.

A pair of four?

This is digging its own grave.

The Japanese army almost won the hand-to-hand battle with the Chinese soldiers on the battlefield. Three Japanese soldiers back to back can fight against a squad of Chinese soldiers.Now this white and fat Chinese major is going to fight four against one. This is simply courting death.

The lieutenant of the Japanese army smiled grimly at Yan Zhi: "Do you think life and death battles between soldiers are as easy as eating? Since you want to die, we will help you."

Yan Zhiying's chubby face suddenly showed an evil smile, and said to the lieutenant: "You Japanese girls are really good, play and sing."

Yan Zhi felt that it was a bit shameless for others to hear him say these words, at least he felt very shameless.But in the face of these little devils who are not as good as animals, how can they talk about shamelessness? Thinking of the evil things these animals have done in China, Yan Zhi thinks that he is not vicious enough.

Most of the Chinese soldiers are big bosses, and they usually swear at people with blood in every sentence. It was the first time they heard Yan Zhi secretly scolding the little devil like this.

Yan Zhi scolded, the translator immediately translated it for the little devil.

Yan Zhi heard that the translator was scolding the little ghost, and randomly added some swear words that the translator wanted to scold.

Looking at the translator who was foaming at the corners of the two who scolded, Yan Zhi felt that Zhou Xingchi in [Nine Pins of Sesame Official], who was in perfect condition, was simply a scolding genius, and he was helping me to do evil!

"I don't know if it's because you little devils have committed so much crime that your descendants are all ugly." Yan Zhi pointed to the lieutenant and said, "What's your name?"

The lieutenant didn't know that most of the swear words that the translator uttered were added by the translator himself, and he didn't dare to reply back when he scolded, so Yan Zhi asked his name, but he pretended he didn't hear it.

Fan Xiaosi picked up the butt of his gun, slammed it on the leg of the lieutenant, and cursed: "Are you Gou Ri deaf? The officer asked what your name is." Fan Xiaosi cursed on his mouth, but said in his heart , it's best that this butt can break your dog's dog's leg.

The Japanese lieutenant was also stubborn, he just didn't snort, he knew that if he didn't answer, this monkey-like soldier would continue to attack him, so he said, "Ampei Haoji."

Yan Zhi scolded: "Damn, your bastard might be the ancestor of that Ampere/Chicken San. Which one of you will fight?"

Among the dozen or so Japanese captives, three soldiers with the strongest fighting strength walked out and stood behind the lieutenant.

Yan Zhi asked the soldiers to untie the ropes from the hands of the four devils.

The soldiers looked at each other, looking at Zhou Youcai in bewilderment.Major Yan wanted to die by himself, but they couldn't just watch him die.

"Sir, please stand back and kill a few little devils, how can you do it, the devil's blood is dirty."

Wu Zhonghua made a relief for Yan.He strode up behind Yan Zhi, and a dozen other death row prisoners followed with murderous intent.Although everyone did not believe that the Emperor of Japan would announce his surrender to the whole world, Yan Zhi's words boosted morale, relieved anger, relieved hatred, and made the soldiers of the National Army, the Eighth Route Army, and death row prisoners feel good about him and admire him with admiration.

In the past few years, the Chinese army has been retreating steadily, passive everywhere, morale is low and decadent, and Yan Zhi's words just now are like a shot in the arm, making the soldiers' blood boil.

Yan Zhi was moved by Chinese soldiers!
"Brothers, don't worry, I, Yan Zhi, will not make fun of national honor. You stand aside, we will show the little devils, whoever dares to offend China will be punished..."

Yan Zhi prolongs the sound of the last three characters on purpose.Originally, he wanted to imitate the most classic line in the movie "Anyone who offends China will be punished even if he is far away" to boost military power and morale, but he thought it would be more appropriate to change it to "Anyone who dares to offend China will be punished".

"Those who dare to offend China will be punished..."

The blood of the Chinese soldiers was boiling with enthusiasm. The depression brought about by the successive defeats in the past five years was instantly released and turned into a rock-solid belief in victory.

Someone's eyes are dim,

Some people secretly wiped their tears.

Zhou Youcai knew that Yan Zhi's desire to die was irresistible, just like he was buried alive and drowned himself a few days ago.

But speaking and killing are two different things, it's not enough to just move your mouth.Moreover, Yan Zhi still had a survival rope in his hand when he was thrown into the water, and he could pull it when he couldn't hold it back. There is no turning back for the little devil's bayonet, only the road to hell.

The mellow Zhou Youcai was suddenly a little helpless. While praying for his own destiny, his eyes became a little blurred. This Major Yan made him more and more incomprehensible.

There was an open space in the middle of the forest, under the scorching sun, Chinese soldiers and prisoners on death row formed a large circle in the open space, Yan Zhi was wearing sunglasses, facing four Japanese soldiers.

Yan Zhi said, "What kind of weapon do you need, you can choose it yourself."

The lieutenant reached for a Japanese Type 94 lieutenant saber from the table.

Yan Zhi's eyes narrowed, and he praised: "Type 94 army lieutenant's saber, the total length of the knife is 101.8 cm, the blade is 77 cm, and the handle is 23.8 cm."

The lieutenant held his saber sideways to ask the sky, took a step forward, and then praised: "Your Excellency has good eyesight."

"Good knife!"

Yan Zhi smiled and said, "It's a pity that a good knife doesn't have a good owner. It's a pity."

"Insanity!"

After the Japanese lieutenant finished speaking, he calmed down, held the knife in both hands, and stepped left and right. The blade flashed, full of murderous aura, and ready to go.

The other three Japanese soldiers each picked up their Zhongzheng rifles that had been unloaded, skillfully fixed their bayonets, stepped forward, lowered their waists, pointed the tip of the bayonet at the ground obliquely, and shot to the sky with murderous aura.

Yan Zhi slowly pulled out the Nepalese army knife from his waist. The total length of the knife was [-] centimeters, the handle was [-] centimeters.

It was the first time for the soldiers on both sides to see this kind of Nepalese scimitar, and they were immediately overwhelmed by its aura. When the scimitar was unsheathed, it showed a strange and domineering aura.

Although this kind of foreign saber is domineering, it is known on the battlefield that one inch is long and one inch is strong, and one inch is short and one inch is dangerous. Facing four ferocious Japanese soldiers with sabers and long guns, the Chinese soldiers are still secretly sweating. .

Yan Zhi pulled out a knife in his left hand, and the gesture of holding the knife behind his back made Zhou Youcai, who was ashen-faced, feel a little more solid in his heart.This pair of tender hands, which are still a little baby fat, seem to be very powerful.

Yan Zhi took a few puffs of cigarettes, then stretched out his white and tender right index finger slowly, ticked off the four Japanese soldiers, and said in Japanese, "Come together."

Everyone was confused again: "So he can speak Japanese."

A Japanese soldier with beards all over his face said: "To kill a Chinese soldier who looks like a weak girl, why do we need four soldiers from the Japanese Empire. Your Excellency, Second Lieutenant, please let me kill this Chinese soldier."

Ampei Hao nodded his head.

"Fuck your sister, your sister is the flower//girl/girl who does the work." Yan Zhi spit out a mouthful of cigarettes and cursed, put the half-smoked cigarette butts on the table, picked up a bayonet, bayonet The total length is 42.5 centimeters, the handle is 7.5 centimeters, and the blade is 2.5 centimeters wide, shining bright white.

The Chinese soldiers don't understand why Major Yan prefers the younger sister of the little devil despite being the most scolding country in the world. Is it because the younger sister of the devil is young?
Yan Zhi said to the bearded Japanese soldier who was walking steadily forward, "Since you want to go to Huangquan Road alone, then I will help you."

Yan Zhi hadn't finished speaking when his fat body suddenly burst out with huge energy. He took a few steps forward suddenly, and unexpectedly turned around to drive his wrist, and a white light shot out from his tender hand. The move was simple and effective. Before everyone had time to see his technique clearly, they heard the sound of something falling to the ground.

That was the sound of the [-] big cover falling to the ground.

Then, the bearded Japanese soldier knelt on the ground with his hands clasped around his neck. A bayonet pierced straight into his neck, leaving only the handle outside. It gushes out like a red flower, blooming eerie petals in the sun.

Hitman kills is not what you see in the movie theater, get the other side ready.A top killer will not waste a single chance, for a killer, an opportunity is the weight of success.

Let the opponent be prepared enough, how can you catch him by surprise.

The favorite killing method of all killers is quick killing, using the fastest, simplest, most practical and brutal way to kill with one blow, and then disappear from the killing scene as quickly as possible.

Killing is not a stew.

On the battlefield, either you die or I die, who the hell is pretending to be aggressive with you.

In the duel between killers, the first thing to grab is the first opportunity.

One hit hit, and while the three opponents were terrified, Yan Zhibaby's fat body was already in front of An Peihao, and he spun around, dodging the saber stabbed by the lieutenant at random, and passed by the lieutenant's side, the Nepalese scimitar in his hand Using his strength, he swung back fiercely, and unloaded Ampere Koji's calf obliquely.

The blood splashed everywhere, exaggerating the brilliance of the sun, and adding a bit of coquettishness to the dark forest.

As soon as Ampei Koji screamed, another Japanese soldier screamed, kneeling on the ground clutching his stomach, wailing continuously, blood spurting out along the wound caused by the Nepalese army knife.

Simultaneously with Ampei Haoji's screams, there were exclamations of surprise from the Chinese soldiers. They did not expect that the baby-fat Major Yan's skills would be so brutal.

At this moment, Baby Fat became strong and mighty in the eyes of all Chinese soldiers.

The remaining Japanese soldier, whose willpower had been completely destroyed, trembled with trembling hands, trembling with both hands, straight back, his eyes full of fear.

The corner of Yan Zhi's mouth was full of sarcasm, and he glanced at the other Japanese soldiers watching the battle. Their faces were ashen, and the pride just now was gone.

"Is this the Bushido spirit of your Great Japanese Empire?" Yan Zhi sneered, "That's all."

Yan Zhi walked up to the bearded Japanese soldier who was kneeling on the ground and twitching, stretched out his hand to grab the handle of the bayonet stuck in his neck, and slowly pulled it out. The moment the corpse fell limply to the ground, the bayonet in his hand flew away like lightning. out and into the chest of the last Japanese soldier.

If there is a chance to kill the enemy with a single blow from a medium or long distance, you will never choose to take a close-up adventure and fight the enemy hard. This is the killer manual, killing people in the most effective, direct, and labor-saving way.

Yan Zhi reached out and took the half of the cigarette on the table, put it in the corner of his mouth, wiped the blood from the Nepalese scimitar on the corpse's clothes, and said to the death row prisoners: "The rest of the Japanese, you can figure it out.

"Sir, you mean these Japanese devils, we can do whatever we want?"

The dead prisoners of the national army showed joy and asked.

Wu Zhonghua was taken aback for a moment, and said, "Sir, this violates international standards..."

"What a fart, what a fart." Yan Zhi took off his sunglasses, took a white look at Wu Zhonghua, put them on again, and said to the soldiers of the national army: "Anyway, I'll leave the devil to you, kill/cut/fry/ Boil it or let it go, it’s up to you.”

"Sir!" Adjutant Zhou Youcai quickly dissuaded him, "They are captives, we have to follow international/captive/captive rules, if people find out about this."

Yan Zhi turned around abruptly, and stared at Zhou Youcai through the sunglasses: "How did the Japanese treat our captured soldiers? How did they deal with my unarmed civilians in the city of nan/j?"

"Who wants to talk about today's matter, don't blame me for not recognizing people with guns." Yan Zhi turned back after walking a long way, "Finish the devil, and the death row prisoners will each take two oceans to go home. Three days later At this moment, wait for me here." After speaking, Zhou Youcai, who was stunned and confused by the fright, turned around and drove away in the car.

(End of this chapter)