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Chapter 60 Brother, where are you from?

Early in the morning, the ruins of Kikuno Budo Club.

A car with a plaster flag parked outside the cordon.

Minami Yoko got out of the car with an ugly face and walked step by step to the ruins with black smoke.

Among the ruins, people from the concession patrol house searched and moved the bodies area by area.

One after another, the charred corpses were carried out and lined up in a long queue on the side of the road.

There are roughly dozens of them.

But the inside is still moving out.

Inspector Xu from the patrol room looked at the corpses that were being found one after another in the ruins, his expression as ugly as if he had fallen into a cesspool.

This is going to break the heavens!
Damn it, how many people have died?

Are they all Japanese?
I'm afraid this detective is about to die!

"Detective Xu, can you tell me the situation?"

Nantian Yoko stood next to Inspector Xu, her tone as deep as a ghost seeking life.

Detective Xu couldn't help but shudder, and then spoke quickly:

“Last night, around two o’clock, the night watchman discovered that the Kikuno Martial Arts Club was on fire, and he contacted the fire department at that time.

However, because it was too late, the distance was too far, and the fire was too intense.So by the time people from the fire department came over, the whole place had been burned to ashes. "

Inspector Xu's words were so urgent that they seemed to be spewed out, for fear that Yoko Minami would get mad at him.

However, there were some things he didn't say.

That is, the people from the fire department actually arrived on time.

However, they were blocked by the surrounding residents.

When the people from the fire department found out that the Kikuno Martial Arts Club was on fire, they became very "angry" and confronted the residents blocking the road all night long.

In the end, everyone could only watch with "regret" as Kikuno Martial Arts Club was burned down so abruptly.

It's just that Detective Xu didn't dare to tell Yoko Minami about this kind of thing.

D.

If this matter is revealed, Xu Yannian will no longer be able to gain a foothold in Shanghai.

"Where are the results of the on-site investigation?"

"The scene was almost completely burned down, so we, we basically didn't find anything."

Detective Xu said with a troubled face.

It's not that he deliberately concealed it, but that he really didn't find anything.

Nonsense, it’s all burned into this state, what clues can be found?
"Who are those people?"

Yoko Minami noticed that in a corner of the ruins, several patrol policemen were guarding several corpses in some special circumstances.

"The ones over there are several mutilated corpses found in the fire scene. The specific identities need to wait until your Japanese people come over to identify them."

"Take me to see."

Detective Xu quickly took Nantian Yoko to the few mutilated corpses.

Compared with the other corpses, the three corpses here were all severed in two. Two were severed from the waist and abdomen, and one had his head cut off.

With just one glance, Minami Yoko recognized the head of Shintaro Inoue.

This guy likes to show off his power and arrogance in front of her every day. Yoko Minami has seen a few gold teeth in his mouth countless times.

However, now there is only a layer of charcoal shell left on that ugly and abominable head.

If the scene had been changed, Minamida Yoko might have laughed happily when she saw Shintaro Inoue's head.

But now, looking at the charred corpses that were still being carried out in a steady stream, Nantian Yoko only felt endless anger in her heart.

"Who did it?"

"This, this."

Faced with Minami Yoko's question, Detective Xu hesitated and was speechless for a long time.

But Yoko Minamida knew what he meant.

Judging from the wounds on these corpses, the murderers were extremely brutal, with two or even three fatal wounds, ensuring that no one would be left alive.

After killing the people, another fire burned away all traces of the scene.

This style of acting makes him look like a white tiger killing a star.

But does Detective Xu dare to say it?

He dare not.

He had no evidence to prove that this was White Tiger Killing Star's doing, and even if he had, he would have to take the initiative to destroy the evidence.

Otherwise, the corpse in front of him would be his fate.

Inspector Xu said that he did not recognize these corpses, but the news that Jinshan had beaten Sanpu to death in public yesterday had spread throughout Shanghai.

It is also known to everyone that the Japanese used various tricks and even made harsh words to deal with Jinshan after losing the battle.Originally, everyone thought that the Zhenhua Martial Arts Hall Jinshan was looking for would probably be like the Jingwu Gymnastics Club back then, and would be unable to continue operating due to the Japanese.

Unexpectedly, this man opened the eyes of everyone in Shanghai in just one day!
It can only be said that this man's evil spirit was too strong. He killed three people the first time, a dozen people the second time, and this time he killed dozens more.

If he continues to kill, will he follow the rumors spread by the Youth Gang and kill hundreds of people in one night, with their heads rolling and blood flowing like rivers?
This horse-riding person is simply like a evil star descending from heaven, coming to the human world to complete the target.

Detective Xu didn't know that Lu Feng had killed three Japanese spies when he first arrived. If he had known about it, he would only be more afraid of White Tiger killing the star.

"God open your eyes!"

"My son, your revenge has been avenged!"

"Child, come on, your parents' revenge has been avenged for us~"

Suddenly, a group of ragged old and young people rushed to the scene of the fire, howling and crying at the charred corpses.

Most of these people are family members of victims who were persecuted by the ronin warriors. Almost all of them are old, weak, sick and disabled, and they look extremely pitiful.

This is not because the Japanese prostitutes are kind-hearted and don't kill women and children, but they deliberately leave these old and weak people behind and bully them wantonly on weekdays.

They want to use this to set an example for those who are against them, and to intimidate those who are unwilling to collude with them.

I don’t know where the blind old man got the news about the burning of Kikuno Martial Arts Club, let alone how she came here holding the child who was missing an arm.

But now, she was here, kneeling on the ground, tears flowing down from her dark eyes.

"Drive them all away!"

Nantian Yoko was already very unhappy, but when he saw this group of people running over to mourn, his anger became even more intense.

"this."

Inspector Xu was a little embarrassed.

"Don't go soon!"

Minami Yoko cursed loudly.

"I see who dares!"

The young patrolman from last night finally couldn't bear it anymore. He shouted loudly and stopped the patrolmen who were about to take action.

"I am paid by the patrol hut and wear the leather of the patrol hut. It is not your turn as a Japanese to give orders here."

"you!"

Detective Xu looked at this unfamiliar face and was about to curse him.

Where did you come from?Don't take me with you if you are looking for death!
"What am I? The worst I can do is take off my skin, and I can't let the Japanese bully us like this!"

Nantian Yoko looked at the patrolman in front of him with surprise in his heart.

She didn't expect that such a patrolman would dare to be so presumptuous in front of her, and he immediately walked up to her aggressively.

Seeing the unkind arrival of Minami Yoko, the young patrolman felt panicked.

Just now he was impulsive and stood up, but when the headache and fever passed, he regretted it.

Seeing this, Nantian Yoko couldn't help but feel a little contemptuous.

When the young patrol officer saw Minami Yoko's expression, he felt angry again.

Suddenly, he looked at the ruins in front of him and remembered what he said casually last night.

Immediately, the young patrolman felt confident. He straightened up his chest and glared back at Minami Yoko.

"Ok?"

"Ok!"

Eye contact.

After a while, Nantian Yoko held the handle of the gun in his hand and glanced at the large group of people surrounding him. After hesitating for a long time, he finally let go.

"Inspector Xu, our Japanese government will definitely ask your patrol room for an explanation on this matter."

After saying the cruel words, Minami Yoko got in the car and left directly.

Inspector Xu was left standing there, looking at this young and unfamiliar face with a surprised look on his face.

"Brother, where are you from?"

　Thanks to book friends There Are Bears Ahead, Suyu Mythology, 20200705020827643, Xia Shu’s AE86, Iron-Blooded Ruthless, Qian Yan Kai Tian Yan, holy Joe, 20180102180224223, and Mo Yan Sanren for their monthly votes.

　　Thank you to the book friends for their recommendation votes and support. I am very grateful.

　　Finally, let me explain for the third time that this book is not about random killings. After this paragraph, there are tens of thousands of words of foreshadowing chapters to pave the way for the next conflict. Book lovers who like to fight all the way to the end can abandon the book. Our green mountains will not change and our green waters will always flow. Let’s just say goodbye.

　　I didn't expect to rely on him for a living when I was writing the book. It was just because I had recently lost my job and had nothing to do at home.To be honest, there are only 3000 authors in the group. With the salary paid yesterday, only a dozen can really make a living by writing books.I also read all the previous chapters again, and confirmed that except for one request for recommendation and collection when I first signed the contract, I had not asked for the rest. I even turned off the system’s built-in request for monthly tickets.

　　So, for book friends who want to post what you should write in order to get good grades, I really don’t care whether the grades are good or not. I just want to write according to my ideas and rhythm. Thank you.

　　If you want to see it, you can see it; if you don't want to see it, see you later.

　　It really makes me wonder how much money I can make from collecting thousands of books.

　　I'm better than him even if I go to a live broadcast to beg for food, okay?
　　As the saying goes, there are only three things that can happen, so I won’t talk about this matter again.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)