It turned out that Ihei Muraoka had helpers and bodyguards, and they disguised themselves as followers and porters, living in the worst third-class cabin in the bottom cabin. This small boat deliberately ignored small illegal activities, and the tickets were expensive, and the passengers were all rich, so even the followers would not sleep at the bottom of the boat. The ship never expected to make money from cheap passenger transport, so the third-class cabin was just a small room, and only a few of them slept in it. It really kept its identity secretly and safely.

When they heard that their goods, "Sister of Japan," had been discovered, and the boss had something to do, they took the initiative to kill them and rescued Ihei Muraoka.

The sailor lies on the deck, blood flowing all over the ground, and the passengers flee in scattered. When the captain who heard the news came over, he was startled to see the other party having a knife and a gun. He squatted behind the gangway and shouted: "This boat is from Mr. Liu, the Qing Gang of the French Concession! Do you still want to get along?"

"Go to the dock nearby, let's get ashore!" A Japanese ronin shouted at the captain with a Japanese knife.

"Fuck you! Do you still want to rob the ship?" the captain yelled.

At this time, the Japanese who was shouting together with the other two had already rushed towards the captain.

The captain had a pistol, but when faced with three thugs who were frightened with Japanese swords, they were scared and peeded their pants and sat back on the ground.

At this moment, a man jumped over him, and his legs and wooden clogs swung in front of him and rushed to him. The captain's trembling pistol and three Japanese bandits blocked Tadao Nobi.

"Wow!" Nobi Tadao screamed strangely, slashing down a Japanese bandit with one knife. He slashed out again, scaring the second Japanese man facing him. He drew his sword and staggered backwards and fell to the ground.

"Well, Japanese! Why do you make things difficult for your own people? Are you also a foreign religion and not allowed to traffic in girls?" Muraoka Iheiji looked at the ferocious Tadao of Nobi, who was approaching his sword. He leaned against the cabin and asked in Japanese.

"Baga!" Hearing this, Tadao Nobi cursed: "What is a girl?! A stupid inferior man, he can't even do a small matter of trafficking in humans! You have lost all the face of the Japanese Empire in front of foreigners! Now you can only use your life to wash away the lost face of the Japanese Jae-kwan! If you still have the spirit of Bushido, please commit suicide by separatism!"

He scolded loudly because he was in Japanese. He didn't worry about being embarrassed to be heard.

"The samurai is out of date! I take the risk to make money for the Japanese trade. Now I say I lost my face?!" Muraoka Iheiji yelled, pointing at Tadao Nobi and shouting to his subordinates holding the gun: "Do you kill this damn ronin with your gun!"

Immediately, the Japanese in Qing Dynasty costume pointed the rifle at Nobi Tadao's chest with the snatched rifle, "Chun!!!" Nobi Tadao roared. He did not dodge, but raised the samurai sword high above his head and rushed towards the muzzle.

"Ah?" Seeing this suicide of death, Muraoka Iheiji and his gunmen both exclaimed, and the two sword-holders next to him were so shocked that they dared not take the opportunity to attack. "Bushido" is not a glass bead sold by street vendors, not everyone has it, they dare to do it.

At that time, a black shadow fell from the sky and landed between Nobi Tadao and the Gunman. He jumped suddenly and hugged the Gunman. The two of them broke open the cabin door behind them and fell into the cabin.

"Mr. Fu?" Nobi Tadao, who held up the samurai sword, stopped in a daze.

"Kill him!" Muraoka Iheiji roared, and the two Japanese swordsmen next to him woke up, and at the same time, one on the left and one on the right, the court and the other on the right rushed towards him.

The one who had just taken the raid was Fu Renyong. He had a gun in his luggage, but he didn't have time to get the gun when he saw the situation was critical. He saw the opportunity to climb to the upper deck, and ran over the chimney and mast posts like a raccoon and slipped over the heads of several Japanese.

Seeing the samurai sword facing the gun, he jumped down without hesitation and rushed into the cabin with the gunman in his arms.

The two of them rolled into the cabin and had a fight. Fu Renyong was quick and skillful and knelt on the ground first, holding the rifle gun with one hand, and punching the Japanese in the face with two consecutive punches.

But the trapped beasts still fight, let alone the desperate person who doesn't care about killing people. The Japanese let go of the rifle that had no effect in the narrow room, kicked Fu Renyong away, pulled out a short rib knife in his arms, and rushed towards Fu Renyong.

Fu Renyong turned sideways, letting the knife stab, and strangled the Japanese's armpits and arms. He took advantage of the force and swung the Japanese in the air and threw them straight towards the door.

With a "bang", the Japanese fell and knelt at the door, his body was inside the door, and his head was in the sun outside the door. He screamed with a strange cry, holding the door frame with one hand and holding a knife with the other hand, and was about to turn around and rise up. Fu Renyong behind him turned around and kicked the door like a whirlwind.

The door clamped the Japanese neck. With a "ah", the Japanese inside the door tried desperately to kick the ground with their toes, and their bodies arched like a big fish. The toes slid, and immediately the shoulders of their bodies seemed to fly in the air.

He kicked the door and pinched the enemy's neck. In the darkness inside, Fu Renyong's whole body hit the door, and a muffled sound.

The door panel bounced up violently, and together with the door frame, it clamped the Japanese's neck like a mouse clip.

The fish in the Japanese body seemed to have been pulled away, slid down the crack of the door softly, only its toes were still pushing the ground hard, and its hands seemed not to be growing on its shoulders, but an octopus that got up outside the door held the door and wanted to open it.

Fu Renyong repeatedly hit the door panel fiercely, like a drunkard with a bad temper was venting his anger with the door.

"Pu!" "Pu!" "Pu!" The wooden hatch door ruthlessly hit the soft neck of human beings like a collision or a slash.

After a few strokes, the "octopus" in the crack in the door died. His arm, which was desperate to open the door, hung on his body. His body as powerful as a fish, lay weakly on the ground. A nest of blood spread along his toes on the floor. His dying struggle before his death had caused the guy's big toes toes to collapse.

"Huh." Fu Renyong let go of the door panel, glanced at the corpse on the ground, picked up the rifle on the ground, skillfully pulled the bullet cabin of the rifle to see if there was any bullet inside, and then he loaded it with satisfaction and opened the security, gently pulled the door open. He jumped over his body like a leopard, jumped out of the door, lifted the rifle in his hand straight, and quickly tapped one person after another, and the poisonous snake was looking for his victims as if he was alive.

In a second, Fu Renyong pointed his gun at Muraoka Iheiji and his two accomplices who had escaped to the bow of the ship. In the open land, the dazzling sunlight unblocked the shadows of these three evil bandits, and the empty bow deck and the sea behind them, which was simply a living target for the rifleman.

But Fu Renyong suddenly raised the muzzle from Muraoka Iheiji's chest and shouted: "Beast!"

The shrill crying tore the deck. Everyone fanned in front of the three Muraoka Iheiji. The captain held a man who was about to rush up in tears. Kishida Yinka pulled a woman who was crying softly next to her. Nobi Tadao stood in front of the crowd and pointed at Muraoka Iheiji and cursed.

In front of the crowd, Ihei Muraoka was not afraid. He was holding a baby in his arms. He held a pistol in his other hand and pointed at the people in front of him and shouted. The two subordinates raised long swords on both sides, one on the left and one on the right.

Just now, Fu Renyong suddenly appeared and rolled into the cabin with the gunman. Without the rifle, there was no samurai Tadao, a master of samurai swords. Although he drew a life-saving pistol from his arms, more people in front of him fucked sticks, axes and even guns surrounded him. He had no courage to fight his life. Muraoka Iheiji ran towards the bow of the boat, who was desperate.

Sitting under the awning at the bow of the boat was a young couple named Li, who was breastfeeding the child while talking about today's affairs. Unexpectedly, Muraoka Iheiji ran over, knocked down his father with one punch, kicked down his mother with another kick, and snatched the baby.

Seeing him holding the baby as a hostage, although the people here took out all the guns and everyone scolded him to tear him apart, no one dared to get close to the pistol that was swaying near the baby's head.

Therefore, while the Yangrui was going to chop off the three Muraoka Iheiji and replenish the deep-sea fish, they also advised them to surrender and ensure that they would not be killed on the spot;

Muraoka Iheiji had one request: turn around and go to the dock and let them leave.

Just as both sides were stomping their feet and shouting to give in, Muraoka Ihei felt that the atmosphere on the other side was a little strange. More and more people were looking behind them, and several people were still whispering: "Go away! Let's go!"

He turned his head and saw that there was a young man at the railing behind him. He was dressed in Western style, wearing a white shirt on his upper body, and leaning against his arms on the guardrail. He did not look here, his posture was relaxed, as if he was not interested in the scenery.

"Where did you come from the bastard? Get out of here!" Muraoka Iheiji turned around with a swaggering back, swaying his pistol in his hand, and shouting in Chinese.

"I'm waiting for lunch. Can you see the scenery not be enough?" The young man finally turned his head and looked at Iheiji Muraoka. His tone was very calm and he had no fear in his eyes, as if Muraoka was holding a pistol, but a towel in his hand.

"Since you want to die, it's just right." Muraoka Ihei suddenly had an idea. He turned around and shouted to the captain and others with the baby in his arms, "I'm not kidding me!"

Now he is surrounded by layers of people, and he is always a little timid when he shoots so many people, but shooting at the lonely person near behind does not have any psychological pressure. Whether he kills or does not kill, he can establish his authority.

After Muraoka Iheiji said that, he turned around and went back, stretched out his arms, and pointed the gun straight at the young man. His fingers hugged the trigger without hesitation, and a grim smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

There was a "bang" sound!

Gunshot!

"You fucking Japanese bastard! I stripped yours..." The captain holding the pistol was furious and blushed as if he was about to drip blood. Just now, he kept tremblingly pointing the gun at the back of the desperate man, and sternly stopped him from killing innocent people. Until he heard the gunshot, the captain's string broke and he jumped up.

But his anger stopped abruptly, and the world seemed to be still. It seemed that the whole boat suddenly entered the underground ice storage room of the wealthy families, and it was dark and cold without any sound.

In front of everyone, Muraoka Iheiji's body slowly fell over, and with a thud, he fell on the deck, the baby in his arms was still firmly held in his arms, pointing straight towards the sky like a bamboo gun with his right arm holding the pistol, and there was a grim smile on his lips, just like this bastard was about to shoot the sun above his head.

It seemed that the whole person seemed to be frozen in ice, and then it was flat on the floor. The difference was that under his hair on the deck, a round red blood bulge expanded rapidly.

There was an extra gun hole in his forehead.

"What happened?" The captain stared at the sunlight that made him cry, and raised his head to look.

The young man at the bow of the boat had already faced him. He squatted slightly, stretched his left hand forward, and held a gun with his right hand against the right waist holster. The muzzle was straight ahead from his waist, and a wisp of gun smoke on his waist had not yet been blown away by the sea breeze.

The posture was strange, not like a fatal shot just aimed and fired, but like a person who was about to catch a rabbit running towards his crotch.

"This?" Fu Renyong was also stunned. The young man fired a very fast shot. He turned around and fired the gun holster. He raised his wrist to cross the muzzle. He bent his arms at his waist and shot, as if he had not aimed at it at all. Before he could see the action clearly, Muraoka Iheiji was shot in the forehead and died.

Everyone was stunned, and the young man sneered like a hammer smashing ice to break the silence:

"Remember, don't point the gun at me."

This sneer also made Muraoka Iheiji awaken: he was still a fugitive surrounded. One of them raised a samurai sword at the young man, and the other immediately bent down to hold the baby on Muraoka Iheiji's body. Only with hostages can you get off the boat and even be beaten to death by the angry crowd.

But the Japanese who reached out toward the baby bent down and another gunshot was heard.

The Japanese who wanted to hold the child seemed to be a well-trained army who heard the shelling attack and wanted to lie down. They waved their heads at the captain and others, flew up in the air, lying heavily on the ground, leaning against their noses and shoulders, and laying on their chests together, as if they were two lovers who were experiencing love for their love.

His temple was blasted into a hole.
Chapter completed!