He picked up the corners of his mouth and sneered at Deng and shouted.

He pulled the corners of his mouth and sneered, pointing to the person who glared at him, "Press and hold the magician in a dark blue suit for me."

The originally harmonious and happy atmosphere was completely broken by Zhang Afa's sudden roar.

Everyone was shocked, not sure what was going on.

Two Eastern military police teams rushed in from the two side doors of the dance hall, wearing ugly yellow military uniforms, each with a long gun in his hand, heading towards the magician in the dark blue suit.

This incident immediately shocked everyone completely. People were panicked. Everyone was afraid that the gun in the hands of the Japanese would press on their chests. Even if it was a chaotic world, it would be difficult for a lifetime to live. No one wanted to die so frustrated.

The Eastern Gendarmerie had already pressed the magician in the dark blue suit to the ground, then raised his head and looked at Zhang Afa and said a few words in his mouth.

At this moment, everyone was retreating as much as possible, and you squeezed me and stepped on you, which was very chaotic.

So no one heard clearly what the Eastern Gendarmerie said, and only at the next moment, he heard Zhang Afa's clear voice.

"This person just scolded Miss Takahashi and the Odoyo Empire while everyone was not paying attention. I suspect he was related to the group of anti-Japanese elements who circulated anti-Japanese declarations everywhere."

The face of the Eastern Gendarmerie became cruel. It is because there are always these anti-Japanese elements like ants in Shanghai that the empire has so many obstacles to the ideological rule and control of the Chinese people.

All anti-Japanese elements who opposed the empire should be executed, and they must be used to achieve the best deterrent effect in the cruelest and bloodiest way.

The Eastern Gendarmerie immediately said something, then pointed it at the magician in the dark blue suit and raised the gun in his hand.

At this moment, even those who don’t understand Japanese know what the Eastern Gendarmerie wants to do.

Zhang Afa smiled proudly and said, "Yes, Captain Sakata, you are right. Such anti-Japanese elements should seize one and execute the other."

All the people present changed their faces at this moment. Under the shadow of death, no one was not afraid.

But even fear is very different.

Some people have hatred in fear, but some people have unconcealed indifference in fear, as if the one who is about to die in front of them is not their own compatriots, but just an irrelevant ant.

The blood and lives of this type of people, the blood and lives of their compatriots, can no longer touch their hearts.

They would just calmly think in their hearts: It's dead again, and they ate large pieces of steamed buns stained with human blood.

But in such darkness, the light of dawn will eventually radiate through the layers of cloud curtains.

The magician who was pressed to the ground knew that he was going to die, but he still blushed and struggled desperately, cursing: "My surname is Zhang, I didn't collude with any anti-Japanese elements, but you just framed me. Isn't it because I just glared at me?"

"I told you today that I am glaring at you. A traitor and a dog traitor like you. Not to mention anyone glaring at you, even if you kill you, it will only be very satisfying."

With the roar of the magician of the dark blue suit, Zhang Afa's face became increasingly ugly. If he just wanted to end this person who dared to provoke and despise him quickly and neatly, he would not want this person to die like this at this moment.

At least it was not so easy to be sent to the West by the Eastern people.

Zhang Afa remembered clearly that there was a torture in the Qing Dynasty called cutting into pieces. He used a blade thinner than a scalpel of a foreigner to cut off the flesh on a human body piece by piece. Without cutting three thousand six hundred knives, the person who was tortured would never die.

Such torture is usually used for the most serious crimes. However, Zhang Afa looked at his fellow magicians on the ground, but he only wanted the other party's blood to flow all over the ground, so that you could get rid of the insult he suffered today.

It's okay, he looked at the East Asian military police and suggested with a smile: "Captain Sakata, it's really too cheap for him to kill anti-Japanese elements like this. Maybe there are other enemies in this group."

After hearing Zhang Afa's words, Sakata's eyes turned around. He liked to watch the Chinese people cheating on them, which was a big show.

"Then, what do you want to do?" Sakata was not very proficient in Chinese, but insisted on expressing it in Chinese.

He did this on purpose to see how the Chinese people present reacted.

Everyone's faces changed again. They were originally pale because of fear, but now they were filled with anger.

"I'll make you 18 generations of ancestors! You little Dongyang!"

"Your grandpa will fight you today!"

An old man with a gray beard picked up the vase on the table and rushed out towards Zhang Afa.

Someone in the crowd couldn't help but scream: "Old Wei, don't be impulsive! Hurry up..."

Before the two words came back, the interrupted words of the gunshots, blood gushed, throwing the sky red, the air was sweet, and the old and thin body staggered back a few steps.

The vase in his hand fell and broke into white porcelain all over the ground. In the end, he fell softly on the cold floor unwillingly.

The dance hall was silent.

The singers and socialites who were eased in the crowd in the past were so scared that they even screamed in their throats. The blood was stained with inflicted by the powdery air, which made them feel speechless sadness.

The person who had previously called Mr. Wei not to be impulsive crawled out tremblingly and slapped silently on the old man's body.

It was just sunny during the season, but the dance hall was filled with bleakness and tragic.

Zhang Afa laughed in the silence of death and said, "Captain Sakata's marksmanship is really accurate. He is worthy of being an excellent soldier of the Great East Asian Empire. If the soldiers of the Empire are like you, we will sooner or later be able to sweep the entire Asia."

He said, adding a passionate sentence at the end: "Good to death!"

These words are like ice cubes. The frozen people feel pain and cold in their hearts, and the atmosphere becomes even more solemn.

Some people couldn't help but have tears in their eyes, but they were silent.

The magician in the dark blue suit pressed to the ground saw the scene at this moment, and then looked at the body of the master of opera, Mr. Wei, who was filled with grief and anger, rushed to the top of the head.

"A group of beasts, inhuman things, step on my rivers and mountains, slaughter my tribe, and bully my wife and children. This hatred is irreconcilable."

"Sooner or later, I will kill you, the Japanese devils, and pay tribute to our tens of thousands of unjust souls!"

The words of the magician in the dark blue suit were like a star fire that ignited the invisible flames in everyone's hearts.

There was a turbulence circulating in the air.
Chapter completed!