Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2115 Sun Mingpu-Death!

In the Jiuzhilan Bar, the lights are dim and charming, and various wine glasses are neatly arranged on the bar. The crystal clear ice cubes collide gently in the glasses, making a pleasant sound.

The air in the bar was filled with the strong aroma of wine and the faint smell of tobacco. The guests were chatting in low voices or laughing loudly. Everyone was immersed in this world of luxury and wealth.

Sun Mingpu, the famous traitor detective in Dalian, became the focus here tonight.

He was sitting in the most conspicuous position of the bar, surrounded by a group of traitors who were vying to toast him and compliment him.

"Inspector Sun, you have made great contributions to the Imperial Army this time. The Imperial Army will definitely rely on you even more in the future! Haha!"

"Yes, Detective Sun's resourcefulness and courage are really admirable!"

"You will definitely become famous in front of the imperial army in the future, and your future will be limitless!"

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"Hahaha!"

In the compliments of the traitors, Sun Mingpu's vanity was greatly satisfied. Unknowingly, I drank a few more drinks.

The alcohol made his face slightly flushed, and he felt a little urgent to urinate, so he stood up and said, "Everyone, drink first, I'll put some water in."

Sun Mingpu was a little shaken when he stood up. Upon seeing this, his subordinates rushed forward to help him, but he pushed him away and scolded: "What's this little wine? If I have two bottles of whiskey, I'll be fine."

Sun Mingpu's men were still a little worried and said: "Inspector, shall we accompany you?"

Sun Mingpu waved his hand and said with disdain: "I'm just going to the toilet, what are you doing with me? I'm a great detective. I've returned from studying abroad. Who dares to touch me in Dalian?"

After hearing this, his men had no choice but to retreat. Sun Mingpu walked into the toilet alone, leaving behind a group of people who were still drunk and dreaming.

Sun Mingpu was walking in the dark bar aisle. There were many people inside, and he didn't know who bumped into him.

Sun Mingpu said angrily: "Asshole, how dare you bump into me? Do you know who I am?"

But he cursed for a long time but no one responded, so he could only continue to stagger into the toilet.

He did not enter the urinal and peed on the ground.

"Comfortable!"

Sun Mingpu exclaimed that he felt comfortable after having a bowel movement, but he only touched his hands while shaking.

He reluctantly put on his pants and walked to the sink to wash his hands.

However, at this moment, a man wearing dark blue patched clothes suddenly appeared in the corner of his eye.

The man wore a worn-out felt hat with the brim lowered, covering most of his face.

Sun Mingpu felt a sense of danger inexplicably. He quickly reached out to touch the gun at his waist, but was shocked to find that the gun was gone.

Only then did he recall that when he entered the toilet, someone bumped into him and he even cursed at him. Now it seems that that person is the man in blue in front of him.

The man in blue was holding his gun in his hand, and the black muzzle was pointed at him.

Sun Mingpu secretly screamed that something was wrong and wanted to shout for help, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something and he could not make a sound.

Because just when he was about to scream, the man in blue appeared in front of him at some point, and then lightly slashed Sun Mingpu's neck with a sharp knife. A red line immediately appeared on Sun Mingpu's neck.

The man in blue turned and left, leaving only a stunned Sun Mingpu. He covered the wound on his neck with difficulty, blood gushing out as if it was free of money.

His consciousness gradually blurred, and the world in front of him began to become dim and distorted. Finally, he fell to the ground helplessly, ending his sinful life.

The Jiuzhilan bar was still brightly lit and lively, but Sun Mingpu could no longer feel it. His death did not cause much commotion in the bar, as if he was just a passerby here.

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At the same time, somewhere in a deep alley in Dalian, Princess Fuya was leaning against the wall in a state of embarrassment.

Her original noble image was gone at this moment, replaced by a miserable picture.

Her hair was disheveled, her face was covered with dirt and blood, and she looked like a homeless person on the streets, losing her former dignity and reserve.

She held a heavy machete in her right hand and a bloody dagger in her left hand, breathing heavily.

Her body was covered with various wounds, and the wound on her left shoulder was particularly deep. Blood was still flowing out, dyeing her clothes even more red.

The scratches on her right arm were also terrible, and the rolled flesh looked particularly hideous.

But despite being seriously injured, Princess Fuya still did not give up resistance and was even ready to fight back at any time.

However, in this situation, her persistence and resistance seemed more like a futile struggle.

She was like a defeated beast. Although she was still breathing, she had long lost her former glory.

Boss Zhang's men also suffered heavy losses in this battle. More than thirty people who participated in the siege and killing of Princess Fuya died.

And if another group of men in black who ambushed other Japanese agents hadn't arrived, there might not have been a chance that Princess Fuya would have rushed them out.

But with the reinforcements of more than twenty men in black, Princess Fuya couldn't make any trouble even if she was full of skills.

Boss Zhang walked over expressionlessly at this moment. Looking at the corpses of his men at his feet, he sighed slightly:

"Miss Fuya, you exceeded my expectations. Originally, I thought it would be easy to kill you. But I didn't want to lose so many of my brothers.

You are a human being, I will leave you with the last bit of dignity, kill yourself! "

Princess Fuya took a few hard breaths to control her breathing and return it to normal.

But she was too tired and couldn't take several deep breaths.

She looked at Boss Zhang and knew that she could no longer be kind today.

She lowered her head and looked at the knife in her hand. The tip of the knife flashed with a cold light, as if to remind her of her upcoming fate.

Princess Fuya felt a wave of despair welling up in her heart, and she knew she had no way out. She was even more unwilling to be hacked to death by the man in black in front of her, and her beautiful face, in particular, could not be desecrated.

Princess Fuya looked up at the dark night sky, tears flashing in her eyes.

She thought of Princess Zhenfuya who was killed by her, and felt a little comfort in her heart.

This is retribution, retribution for her coming to China to kill innocent people indiscriminately.

Thinking of this, Princess Fuya closed her eyes tightly, and the knife in her hand suddenly pierced her heart.

puff!

The sound of cracking brocade came, and the splattered blood instantly dyed her chest red, and her body trembled and fell to the ground.

Seeing Princess Fuya vomiting blood, Boss Zhang slowly turned around and took his brother to do another thing.

As for this matter, even Duanwu did not expect that Princess Fuya would die in the hands of Boss Zhang!