Kikyo and I are of one mind

Another burly man standing by the door understood his colleague's eyes, and stretched out his hand to open the door that didn't look heavy, but was very strong.

As the door opened, the melodious sounds full of the style of the Republic of China came from behind the door, along with the smell of various perfumes and strong alcohol.But compared to the smell, what stimulated Feng Xue first was the light pollution flowing from behind the door.

Feng Xue squinted her eyes, got into the door familiarly, bypassed the guys who were angry around the dance floor, and came all the way to the bar. It seemed that all the heavens and the universe were moving in one movement. The bartender who was cleaning the glass in a leisurely manner took out a silver dollar from his arms and bounced it high.

As the melodious buzzing sound spread, Feng Xue asked casually:

"Is Old Hei here?"

"Box No. [-]." Although the bartender had never met Feng Xue, seeing his familiar tone, he felt that this might be a regular customer. He reached out and swept the silver dollar that Feng Xue had slapped on the table off the counter, and pointed it out to Feng Xue with his eyes. the way.

Following the bartender's gaze, Feng Xue saw the so-called No. [-] private room, and knocked on the door casually.

"Crack..."

The box was opened, and the door was opened by a glamorous woman exuding dusty air. He was wearing a vulgar dress decorated with luminous plastic sheets and old-fashioned makeup. A feeling of bottom tea.

In fact, according to the standards of this era, this is definitely a high-quality ration tea. The reason why Feng Xue doesn't like it is mainly because of the different aesthetics of the era.

"Old Hei?" Feng Xue's eyes did not stay on the woman, but directly looked at the middle-aged man who was hugging another dancing girl on the sofa in the room.

He has an exaggerated big back, and a scar extends from the corner of his left eye to his chin, but with Feng Xue's eyesight, he can tell that it is made of egg white and other materials (the specific formula smashes people's jobs, so I won’t talk about it), but of course it’s not important. Knowing how to pretend is the basis for a long life in this kind of occupation.

"It's me, little brother! What do you call it?" Lao Hei pulled his hand out of the collar of the dancing girl beside him, and patted her on the back, as if he had seen this kind of thing too often. The two dancing girls called Jiaojiao and said a few suggestive words with a smile, and then left the box in a hurry. In the blink of an eye, only Feng Xue and Lao Hei were left in the box.

He slammed the record player playing "Dirty Song" shut, and Lao Hei took out a cigar and threw it to Feng Xue, but his eyes swept back and forth on his body, especially his jaws, shoulders, knees, etc. Feel the sting of the gaze.

"Feng Yao." Feng Xue casually made up an alias, and with a flick of her finger, a grape jumped into his hand——

"I just arrived in Shanghai, and I want to find some work to make a living."

"Good method." Lao Hei, who didn't see how the grapes flew up at all, knew that this was the opponent's display of strength, so he immediately stood up and cupped his hands:

"My tap is not high, [-]% for cutting darts and [-]% for counting. If you want to save the effort of stepping on the plate, I can also help you tie the strings. I wonder what orders Brother Feng wants to take?"

"Take a count." Feng Xue didn't hesitate, but Lao Hei frowned slightly inwardly. This "Feng Yao" was thin and had no calluses.

But he is just a broker, there is no need to think about others, after a little thought, he said in a deliberate tone:

"Brother Feng is new here, but he can't accept any big business. It's not that I don't give face. Even if I want to, the family won't agree, right?"

"It's okay, just follow the rules."

Hearing what Feng Xue said, Lao Hei felt relieved, nodded and said:

"Bai Liangxi, the leader of the Baisha Society, is the number of reds hanging, do you know if brothers are sure?"

Seeing the hand gesture made by Old Hei, Feng Xue nodded:

"No problem, what certificate do I need?"

"No, if brother receives the bonus, as long as the idea dies within seven days, no matter how he died, even if he was beaten to death by a crooked nut, it can be regarded as brother's handwriting."

"Three days." Feng Xue spat out two words, turned around and left, Lao Hei froze for a moment, then smiled and said:

"Then Old Hei will wait for the good news of my brother."

……

Leaving Ye Lai Xiang Bar, Feng Xue went around a few times, and after confirming that no one was following her, she went all the way towards Baishahui.

After living in Shanghai for more than half a month, Feng Xue has already figured out the general distribution of forces. The so-called Baishahui is just a small gang occupying the common areas, but the gang members are all brought from their hometown by the boss, and the territory is also small. Remote, but also stood firm.

But this has nothing to do with Feng Xue, the small gangs in Shanghai have never had any thieves and good manners, Red Flower and Green Leaf are powerful enough, maybe they can give birth to a few Yangko Stars, but those guys who can only scrape off the poor , No matter how you kill, there will be no psychological burden.

but……

The moon is dark and the wind is high...

What a day to kill.

Feng Xue looked up at the night sky where few stars could be seen amidst the neon lights, and the corners of her mouth were raised slightly. Although it would be a bit unprofessional to run to be a killer now, if she couldn't find any clues, the more famous she was, the more she should be The easier it is to get in touch with that part of the world that is hidden from the public eye, right?

Chapter 278 Assassination

Under the night, Feng Xue was walking on the street, and the night in Shanghai showed a polarized situation. The poorer the place, the quieter the night, and vice versa.

The rich enjoy the feasting and feasting of Shanghai at night, while the poor just huddle in a corner, praying that there will not be too many gangster fights near their homes.

Bai Liangxi of the Baisha Society is not an unknown person, or in other words, anyone who can be famous is not an unknown person.

After all, no one would pay the price of a mansion in the French Concession to find someone to kill a street beggar.

Of course, the real situation is that those who can afford the money, deal with those who are easy to kill, and directly send their own men to solve the problem.

But Feng Xue didn't really care who was going to kill, nor who bought it, whether it was Bai Liangxi or Heiyoubei, if you killed him, you would get money, and with money, you would be able to eat and clothe yourself, and leave Datong shop.

For now at least, that's enough to know.

As for fame...

A task that is used to enter the industry can make a name for woolen wool!

Seeing that Bai Liangxi's house had appeared in the field of vision, Feng Xue gently pressed her fingertips, and pulled out Hanguang inch by inch from the depths of her soul. With the slight movements of Feng Xue's fingers, the light silk threads began to float happily in the air. dance.

The cold wind of the autumn night lifts up Hanguang, and only a subtle force is needed to make this nearly 50-meter steel wire float in the air (the other half is still in the soul).

Probably because he is more at ease in his own territory, Bai Liangxi did not live in rich areas such as the French Concession, the Public Concession (the British Concession and the American Concession merged), but on the edge of Shanghai County (the so-called Chinese Concession) After selling the house, the brothers in the gang usually take care of it, and it has been relatively stable these years.

It's just that this time, I don't know who has taken a fancy to this piece of land, so he gave the bonus.

"Zheng!"

There was an undetectable buzzing sound, and the silk thread was precisely wrapped around an old tree. Feng Xue skipped a frame and breathed, transporting the ripples to her arms, and then crossed the wall with explosive force.

Half a month of nutritional supplements, even with ripples, is far from enough to make up for the deficit in this body. Without Hanguang, even an untrained, healthy adult man may not be able to beat him.

After all, he is a spellcaster.

Slowly hanging herself down on the wall, Feng Xue walked all the way towards the entrance.

only……

someone.

Looking at the two gangsters sitting in the yard drinking, Feng Xue sighed, if possible, just kill one person, but now...

hum~

With a light flick of the finger, Hanguang floating in the air floated towards the two gangsters along the night wind. Death Walter's thread manipulation technique combined with the scorpion's puppet technique made Hanguang swim in the wind like a spirit snake, and showed its fangs at the right time.

laugh--

The bastard who was drinking slipped and fell down on the stone table like this. His companion thought he had drunk too much and was about to laugh at him, but before he could say anything, he also fell down.

Hanguang swam back to Feng Xue's side, again it was just the tip, with a drop of bright red blood.

Gently flicking away the blood beads, Feng Xue walked slowly to the door. He was wary of the secret whistle to come down to check, but it turned out that he was overthinking. How could a small gang with a total number of less than [-] be able to play secret whistle?

Four guards at the gate and two guards in the yard, isn't that enough?

With such thoughts in mind, Feng Xue pushed open the front door of the porch and walked all the way to the bedroom. The advantage of this kind of house is that every place and layout are fixed. As long as you know a little about Feng Shui layout, you can know where the main family lives by looking at the yard.

"I didn't expect it to go so smoothly..." Feng Xue, who thought there would be guards inside the house, came to the bedroom door, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, but just as he stretched out his hand to push the door, a sense of danger suddenly came to his heart Without much thought, Hanguang swung his arm suddenly. Under Hanguang's guidance, Feng Xue was like a puppet, avoiding the position of the door with an extremely counter-intuitive posture.

And at the moment when he was flying backwards like a leaf, a fist slammed open the wooden door, and the splashed sawdust was blown up by the wind of the fist, causing Feng Xue's cheek to hurt.

"Where did the thief come from, dare to come to my Bai Liangxi's house to make trouble?"

Bai Liangxi, who was only wearing an undershirt, kicked open the broken door. Although he was still a little sleepy, he couldn't conceal his sturdy temperament at all.

"This is... has kung fu?" Feng Xue looked at the wooden door that did not cut corners, with a slightly strange expression. Could it be that in this world, martial arts is the right way?

Martial arts world?

Don't be a Hong Kong manga!

I sighed in my heart, but thinking that I had never heard of such sects as Dragon and Tiger Gate, I raised my spirits and looked at this man cautiously.

Seeing that Feng Xue didn't intend to answer, Bai Liangxi was slightly embarrassed.

This meeting with the same name is not only face, but also lizi, face is to strengthen one's aura, so as not to make a mental flaw in the confrontation, and lizi is to test the other party's identity, if the other party declares his family name, he can infer some martial arts skills from it.

But the kid in front of him was completely unruly, Bai Liangxi gritted his teeth, exerted force with his feet, and stepped on the concrete floor with cracks.

This stomping is also very particular, as the so-called force is reciprocal, with the help of the ground's reaction force, Bai Liangxi exploded at a higher speed.

However, just when his casserole-sized fist was about to hit Feng Xue, he suddenly felt severe pain.

Snapped!

Bai Liangxi's body suddenly shattered and fell to the ground with a crash.

It wasn't until this moment that Feng Xue recovered from that momentary outburst, and she couldn't help feeling a little grateful in her heart.

"This speed doesn't look like real kung fu."

Smelling the smell of blood, Feng Xue understood that this place is not suitable to stay for a long time, she glanced at the cracks in the concrete floor with lingering fear, put aside her desire to search for property for a while, turned around and climbed out of the fence, and headed straight for the Huangpu River...

ps: Inventory and dart cutting (now also called scissoring) are slang terms. Inventory literally means "clean up the target", which means killing, while dart cutting means "looting items" and "robbing", which is extended to "obtain something".

Generally speaking, cutting darts (the intermediary fee for the broker) is relatively high, because this kind of task usually provides certain information, and as long as the dart (target item) is needed, the rest can be kept by yourself, such as letting you go to the high gate The big family steals the account book, and the other party gives you the layout plan of the house and the location of the safe. You pry the safe, take the account book and take away other things in the safe. This part is not included in the task (of course from If the broker takes the shot, he still has to give it a tap).

The counting is relatively simple and straightforward, telling you who to kill, you go to kill, and you pay when the person dies. This kind of tap is relatively low, but it is also dangerous, and you need to pay extra to buy information.

Chapter 279

Lying in the single room of the hotel, Feng Xue looked at the ceiling and recalled the brief confrontation before. The picture of the punch smashing the door and the cement cracked by the foot flashed in his mind almost like a frame-by-frame playback.

This is not a fantasy skill, but just an application of the idea of ​​visualization. After reaching the Lixi Miao Le Land, he can easily "visualize" the scene he saw with his own eyes before, which roughly feels like using the Persistence of vision effect, the "body camera" technology realized, in a sense, is even the basis of conception.

After repeated playback countless times, he thoroughly memorized every movement of Bai Liangxi, and then began to analyze his way of exerting force, drawing a force analysis diagram in his mind.

At this time, he was very fortunate that he had used Zhu Zhinan's body to study in the jojo world for several years, otherwise, with his high school dropout qualifications, he would only stare blankly in front of his eyes.

However, after half a night of calculations, he finally came to a conclusion, either, this Bai Liangxi was born with supernatural power, or, in this world, martial arts really existed.

It is not the kind of martial arts routine that strengthens the body in reality, nor is it the traditional martial arts that breaks the law once a fight is made, killing people without performing, and using moves aimed at the vital parts, but fighting like gangsters.

It really involves extraordinary power, making human beings not human, the kind of kung fu in novels.

As a person who barely came from a family of martial arts, Feng Xue knew very well what real martial arts could do. Maybe it was possible to fight three with one, and it was not impossible to fight ten with one weapon, but it was absolutely impossible to blow open a solid wooden door with one punch and crack the concrete floor with one foot like this.

If someone tells you that practicing martial arts can do this, please download the national anti-fraud app and report him!

(This is the truth. The wooden boards used in performances such as martial arts and taekwondo are all specially made. You can break them when you play with a three-year-old child. As for splitting bricks, this is fine, but the bottom must be empty, after all, bricks are more brittle , Pay attention to the way of exerting force, it doesn’t take much force, or in other words, opening bricks with one hand does not depend on strength and fist, but on the principle of leverage, book friends must believe in science)

A fist is a fist, and a bone is a bone. The best way to break a board is to use a hammer, not a pair of fists that will wear out with a little force!

"Is it definitely blessed with some extraordinary power, internal power? Or some kind of special body training method? Or is it the legendary medicinal bath?"

Feng Xue clenched her fists, imitating Bai Liangxi's punching movements, but she didn't feel anything special.

It's not that he is arbitrary, but because he has really seen many corpses in the past half month, and he also confirmed that people in this world are ordinary human beings, there are no magic crystals or origin stones in their bodies, and the meridians are also strange There are eight meridians and twelve meridians, and there are no strange internal organs.

Bones are bones, muscles are muscles, what kind of strength such a body can exert, of course he knows clearly with his medical literacy.

"That's not right! Since it's a world with extraordinary abilities, why would my ability be banned? With the shielding of this world, can you still actively classify? Only the Kung Fu system is open, and all other systems are removed?"

The more Feng Xue thought about it, the more headache she felt, and she always felt that she might have overlooked some very important information, but for a while, she couldn't remember it at all.

This body itself suffers from severe malnutrition. Even if it has eaten better recently, it is far from enough to provide him with rich sugar for thinking. Looking at the sky through the ceiling, he knows that he should sleep for a while...

……

In the early morning, at the Evening Primrose Bar.

Hei, who had been up all night, leaned against the bed, half-closed his eyes and dozed off. There is no accurate work and rest time in his industry. After all, no one knows when guests will come to the door.

However, in comparison, the early morning time is often regarded as the most leisure time, and taking advantage of this time to sleep has become the secret of Lao Hei's health preservation.

only……

"Tuk Tuk Tuk..."

Almost as soon as the knock on the door sounded, Lao Hei had already opened his eyes. Years of professionalism made him wake up immediately. He pressed the life-saving guy under the pillow with his right hand, touched his face with his left hand, and made sure that the makeup did not disappear due to tears and saliva during sleep. Then he took a deep breath and said:

"Who?"

"Brother Hei, it's me."

Hearing the familiar voice at the door, Old Hei was relieved, but his hand still didn't leave the pistol under the pillow, and he didn't intend to move his body, but said directly:

"come in."