Movie Variety Show: Extraordinary Witch Pendant

Chapter 172 Eat Braised Pork and Kill 2 Devils

After marking the positions of the goldfish.

Zhang Lang looked at Zhi Kezi.

Zhi Kezi was so hungry that she couldn't bear it any longer.

Zhikezi: (ˉ﹃ˉ?)

The flavor of braised pork in Shanghai is very different from that in other places.

The uniqueness lies in the perfect touch of sweetness.

Zhang Lang felt that he was already here.

Must try.

Songjiang perch.

Kill the chicken in vain.

Crystal shrimp.

Shanghai-style duck and cakes.

Forget about crabs.

Zhang Lang doesn't like crabs.

correct.

The end of the world is Panjin.

At the end of Panjin are river crabs.

There are not many river crabs here.

We are just porters of river crabs.

Cai Ming stopped hugging her.

Start eating directly.

Zhi Kezi is elegant and particular when eating.

Zhang Lang, a man who eats steak with chopsticks...

Eat first and then talk.

Zhang Lang thought it was delicious.

I asked the waiter to make a few more.

Take away.

Anyway, that's what it looks like when you put space.

It will be the same when you take it out.

After Zhang Lang finished eating, he sent Zhikezi back.

Wait, he's starting to show off.

This time the mental power reaches 999.

He remembered a lot of news he had seen before.

Something about Shanghai.

He actually remembered some of it.

The three tycoons of Shanghai Green Gang.

Three people you can't get around.

When Zhang Lang comes, he will definitely look for that biggest dog shoulder.

Zhang Xiaolin.

37 years later.

This traitor always wears an iron vest when he goes out.

Selling out one's country for personal gain will never have a good end.

Zhang Lang has a clear goal.

We must grind him to dust.

It is impossible for such a person to come from the Zhang family.

I easily found out Zhang Xiaolin's address.

Zhang Lang killed a group of traitors.

No psychological burden.

Silently, they were reduced to ashes.

He strolled to the balcony of the room where the Japanese devils lived.

This is where he was supposed to die.

Walking King Zhang Lang walked to the study room leisurely.

Zhang Xiaolin is practicing calligraphy in the study.

Just like the big bosses of many companies.

Obviously not much culture.

You also have to be pretentious.

His handwriting is as bad as scribbles, yet he still expects others to praise him.

Zhang Xiaolin put down his pen, seeming very satisfied with his work.

Out of the corner of my eye, I suddenly noticed that there was another person in the room.

A look of panic flashed across his face.

"Who are you?" Zhang Xiaolin asked calmly.

Zhang Lang smoked casually, pretending to be calm as he looked at the Japanese devils in front of him.

Ignoring Zhang Xiaolin's nonsense, he asked directly: "Are you Zhang Xiaolin?"

As people get older, they become more cunning; as ghosts get older, they become more sly.

Zhang Xiaolin, who was already sixty, nodded and smiled amiably, saying, "I wonder what is the matter with your late night visit?"

Zhang Lang seemed to be mumbling to himself, "My real name is Zhang Xiaolin. I was born in 1877. My father was an honest carpenter. He saved money to send you to school. You had mediocre grades, so in 1903 you joined the army and became a military student."

"How do you know?" Zhang Xiaolin began to panic.

This person knew so much detail, it was as if he was being judged.

Zhang Lang ignored him and continued to mutter to himself: "You quickly became good friends with the Japanese students and professors from Zhejiang Wubei Hall, and you can even enter and leave the Japanese banquets freely."

Zhang Xiaolin: "Who are you? I'm going to call for help."

Zhang Xiaolin's hand slowly reached for the pistol in the drawer.

"He came to Shanghai in 12, and later joined Huang Jinrong to help him sell opium. He has been secretly colluding with the Japanese for a long time, and has reached some kind of cooperation."

After Zhang Lang finished speaking, he waved his hand gently.

In front of Zhang Lang was a table with Zhang Xiaolin's calligraphy on it.

It has already been broken into pieces.

"What do you want to do? If you want money, I have plenty of money and can give it to you." Zhang Xiaolin was so frightened by Zhang Lang's move that he immediately knelt down and kowtowed for mercy.

It is normal for people in their sixties to be afraid of death.

But it's rare to find someone who is so afraid of death.

Zhang Lang smiled and said, "You're not going to use my money to buy your life, are you?"

Zhang Xiaolin was stunned and even forgot to kowtow.

"Your money?"

"Do you want to die clearly or not?" Zhang Lang looked down at Zhang Xiaolin and said.

Zhang Xiaolin: "I...I don't want to die."

Zhang Lang shook his finger: "No, if you mention three extremely evil people..."

"Huang Jinrong, Chang Yuqing, and Li Shiqun." Zhang Xiaolin said the names of the three people without thinking.

Uh... Zhang Lang suddenly felt that he seemed to have said less.

"I know Huang Jinrong, but this doesn't count." Zhang Lang said with a smile, I set the rules myself.

"Ding Mocun (cun)" Zhang Xiaolin said without any pause.

Zhang Lang sighed secretly, it seemed that there were too many traitors.

Zhang Xiaolin could blurt out this without thinking.

Just mention four names and you will see it.

How many of these traitors are there?

"Tell me where they live." Zhang Lang looked at Zhang Xiaolin and said with a smile, his attitude became much better.

Zhang Xiaolin was secretly happy.

Zhang Xiaolin: "Ding Mocun, plan to establish the No. 76 Special Agent Headquarters... live in..."

"Chang Yuqing is a gangster who specializes in creating terrorist incidents for the imperial... devils... and lives in..."

"Li Shiqun...lives in Hongkou Park... Chongguang Hall."

"Well, that's good. You can go downstairs and wait for them." Zhang Lang snapped his fingers.

Zhang Xiaolin watched his hand disappear bit by bit.

Then the legs...

Zhang Xiaolin: "Ah...no...I don't want to die...I have money, I can give it all to you, and I will also know..."

Zhang Lang smoked a cigarette and said calmly: "I don't want to know."

There were so many traitors that Zhang Lang could only kill a few of the notorious ones.

Zhang Lang thought that if he killed Zhang Xiaolin, Li Xiaolin, Wang Xiaolin, and so on would pop up...

But if I don’t kill him, I’ll feel like it’s a wasted trip.

Go get your own little goldfish first.

This Zhang Xiaolin really has a lot of money.

Silver dollars and little goldfish.

After thinking about it, he took the money.

Take away all the messy calligraphy and paintings and antiques.

Take away valuable furniture as well.

Some people wake up from a sleep and find that their bed is gone...

It would definitely be easier for the Japanese if we stayed here.

All Zhang Lang did was to protect the safety of national property.

It can be said to be a great achievement.

If I put it up for auction later...

whee.

The next step is easy.

Start here.

They searched every house one by one.

No matter how much, it is never too little.

Zhang Lang had no worries in his mind.

Ordinary families rarely have goldfish.

There's no way that kind of slumdog millionaire would show up here.

Zhang Lang traveled all over Shanghai.

I was busy until late at night.

Three traitors will take care of it.

It's a pity that they are all poor.

Zhang Lang made his last stop at Rumeng’s home.

Take away all the previous things quietly.

After thinking about it, Rumeng's father was also a traitor.

The point is that he won’t live long.

Then there is no need to keep anything.

Move out his whole family.

………………

Zhang Lang walked to Rumeng's bed.

Sleeping like a dream is really sweet.

Then she must be woken up.

Awakening from a dream.

Ru Meng opened her eyes.