The muzzle was pressed against his head, and even the most heroic good man had to raise his hands obediently. Chen Zikun released the knife handle, slowly stood up, and the two box guns at his waist were pulled out and thrown on the ground. The dagger that never left his side was also searched out.

  There were five people standing in the courtyard, three wearing Western suits and two wearing traditional Japanese clothing with wooden sandals, with swords and scabbards inserted at their waists, clearly dressed as ronin.

  "Ito-san, well done." The man with the gun praised him.

  The one he praised was the guy who was tightly hugging Chen Zikun, his nose was bleeding profusely after being elbowed by Chen Zikun, but he still couldn't hide the triumphant look on his face.

  "Mr. Yamamoto is being too kind, if I, a fifth-dan judoka, can't even subdue this guy, I'd have to commit seppuku." said Ito with a smile.

  The guys next to him also burst out laughing, one of whom had his foot on Xiaoshunzi's head. Xiaoshunzi was already scared silly and cowered on the ground, trembling with fear: "Spare my life, sir."

  The big courtyard was quiet and still, as if everyone had gone somewhere else, the air was filled with an unsettling atmosphere.

  Yamamoto Takeshi slowly put the southern pistol into the leather case at his waist, stretched out his fingers to lift Chen Zikun's chin. Originally, this action should have been extremely provocative and disdainful, but his height was only around 1.6 meters, and he had to raise his hand to lift Chen Zikun's chin, who was over 1.8 meters tall.

  So this action seems a bit ridiculous, but he still did it.

  "I am Captain Yamamoto Takeo of the Imperial Japanese Army, what is your name and rank?" asked Yamamoto in Chinese, his Chinese was learned at the Military Academy and was very standard.

  Chen Zikun looked down at him with disdain and did not respond.

  Yamamoto Takeo was enraged by this gaze, and suddenly pulled up the little Shunzi on the ground, and then pulled out a long knife from the waist of a ronin and put it on Shunzi's neck, staring at Chen Zikun with a sinister gaze.

  "Your silence is an insult to the Imperial soldiers, awaken!"

  Damn it, this little Japanese guy's self-esteem is quite strong. If he doesn't respond, he'll be insulted. Chen Zikun didn't dare to sacrifice a life for this, so he quickly raised his hand and said: "Alright, I'll say it, my name is Chen Zikun..."

  "Let him go!" A woman's shout suddenly came from the gate, and then a woman dropped her basket and rushed over, grabbing Yamamoto Takeo's arm and biting down hard.

  The agents and rascals present did not react, things happened, the dignity of Shandong's Imperial Army was deeply humiliated again, scolding "ba ga" and slashing back with a knife.

  The Japanese sword is very sharp and kills without seeing blood.

  A cold light flashed by, and the bright red eyes suddenly froze, but still used the last bit of strength to grab the blade, muttering: "Shunzi, run quickly..."

  "Mother!" Xiao Shunzi let out a loud, hoarse cry, his eyes turning bright red as if he had summoned some unknown strength, and managed to break free from the ronin's grasp, throwing himself at Yamamoto Takeo with all his might.

  At this time, Chen Zikong made a fish leap and fell to the ground, grabbing two box guns. He always carried a gun with him, loaded and insured at all times, just for such situations.

  The Japanese agent reacted and he was only off by 0.1 seconds, but this 0.1 second cost them their lives. The sound of gunfire from Hezi Pao and Jilegou's guns burst out like popping beans. Blood flowers exploded on the bodies of the agent, Rongren, and Chen Zikun, but the gun muzzles were still spewing forth flames of anger.

  Five seconds later, the gunfire stopped. The two ronin didn't even have time to draw their swords before they fell to the ground dead. At such a close distance, there was no need to aim; both were shot in the head and died instantly. The two agents had been hit by multiple bullets, their bodies looking like blood-soaked gourds, their fingers still clutching the triggers of their empty guns. The air was thick with the acrid smell of gunpowder.

  Yamamoto Takeo was knocked to the ground by Xiao Shunzi, a master of kendo and judo who insisted on taking cold showers every winter, but he was as helpless as an ox in front of a furious Chinese man.

  Xiao Shunzi bit Yamamoto's throat like a wild beast, but the wound was not fatal. After a burst of gunfire, Yamamoto also panicked, adrenaline surged, and he pushed Xiao Shunzi away with one hand, finally freeing his hand to pull out the gun.

  Chen Zikong would not have given him the chance, the barrel stretched out and pressed against his forehead, then pulled the trigger, instantly **blood splattered everywhere, skull and scalp flying in all directions.**

  Xiao Shunzi rushed in front of Yan Hong and wailed loudly: "Mother, mother!"

  Her face was pale and weak, her fingers had been cut off by a sharp blade, blood gushing out, she stretched out her hand, wanting to caress her son's head, her lips moved slightly, her eyes filled with endless tenderness, as if there were thousands of words to say, but not a single word could be spoken.

  Yan Hong is dead.

  Gunfire rang out, Chen Zikun was reloading his gun, each Japanese person's forehead and heart were shot once more. Xiao Shunzi suddenly went mad, grabbed a Japanese sword and wildly hacked at Yamamoto Takeo's corpse, chopping him into a pulp of rotten flesh.

  Chen Zikun was shot in the arm, he tore off a Japanese man's undershirt and tied it around his wound with his teeth, patted Xiao Shunzi on the shoulder: "Help me throw the corpse into the river."

  The big compound was next to a stinky ditch, Beijing city had no sewer system, every household's feces and urine as well as wastewater were either poured into the septic tank or directly into the nearby stinky ditch. The ditch was filled with filthy sediment, making it an ideal place to dispose of dead bodies.

  Xiao Shunzi wiped away his tears and helped Chen Zikong throw the corpses one by one into the stinky ditch. Before throwing, they didn't forget to search their bodies. From Yamamoto Takeshi's wallet, they found a piece of paper with a file number from the Beijing Police Department and a photo of Chen Zikong.

  Chen Zikun understood that someone in the police department must have betrayed him. He hid the paper on himself, thought for a moment, and then put the bag of money next to Yan Hong's body, keeping only a few banknotes for himself.

  They abandoned the corpse, and there was no time to clean up the bloodstains on the ground. Xiaoshun took off his clothes and covered Yanhong's body with them, then knelt down and kowtowed three times before following Chen Zikong out of the alley. The streets were still quiet and deserted, and the outer city was indeed different from the inner city - even a gunfight couldn't attract the attention of the patrolling police.

  The sky was overcast, and the rain started pouring down. Chen Zikun hailed two rickshaws and rode to Zhengyangmen Railway Station. After getting off the vehicle, the rain grew heavier. The police patrolling the square all squeezed under the awning of the station entrance to avoid the rain. Chen Zikun looked at the bloodstains on his clothes and hesitated.

  "Go, climb over the wall and get in." He pulled Xiao Shunzi to walk towards the distance. At this time, the exit door opened, and passengers from Tianjin poured out. Yao Yile hurriedly walked with a small umbrella, after hiding in Tianjin for two days, she couldn't bear it anymore, and secretly ran back to see Chen Zikun.

  A taxi stopped in front of her, the driver got out and held up a large black umbrella, helping to open the car door. Miss Yao put away her small flower umbrella, got into the car, thinking that she would soon see her beloved, and a wave of sweetness surged up in her heart.

  In the vast rain and fog outside, a familiar figure is going away in the distance. At this moment, Miss Yao did not turn her head back.

  ……

  Chen Zikun and Xiao Shunzi found a secluded corner, climbed over the wall, and saw the iron rails stretching out before them, dense and endless. A freight train was slowly leaving the station, Chen Zikun ran quickly, jumped onto the flatcar, and Xiao Shunzi panted as he chased after him on the roadbed. Chen Zikun stretched out his uninjured arm and pulled Xiao Shunzi aboard.

  This is a flatbed cart for hauling logs, with huge logs tied to the cart with hemp ropes. Two people sit on the logs, staring blankly at the smoggy Beijing city.

  Grey city walls, grey roofs, grey streets, grey crowds, all flashing by, Beijing, farewell.

  The rain was still falling, and they were already soaked to the skin. The train had left Beijing and was running through the lush green wilderness. An hour later, when it stopped at Fengtai Station to take on water, the two slipped down from the flatcar and ran to the front of the tank car, where they opened a metal wire door and hid inside. Before long, the train started up again.

  The air inside the carriage was warm and dry, the door creaked open a crack, cold wind poured in with a whoosh, outside was an endless expanse of wilderness, and by my ear was the monotonous clatter of wheels and rails.

  Xiao Shunzi gazed out for a long time before slowly saying: "Actually, she's not my sister, but my mother."

  Chen Zikun didn't say anything.

  "My father died early, my mother raised me with a lot of hardship, she was a weak woman who could barely make ends meet, so she started doing some shady business to support me, saving every penny for me to eat, but I was ashamed of her, scolded her, didn't acknowledge her, yet she's still my mother."

  Tears accumulated in her eye sockets, but refused to flow down. Xiaoshunzi was like a carved statue.

  "Go ahead and cry." Chen Zikun patted his shoulder.

  "Mother~~~~" Xiaoshunzi suddenly burst into loud wailing, years of pent-up emotions erupting in an instant, tears pouring down like rain.

  The cry echoes in the wilderness.

  It's dark.

  ……

  Miss Yao hailed a taxi and rushed to the Ziguang Car Factory, but was shocked when she entered the gate. The courtyard was in disarray, several rickshaws were smashed into pieces, and the rickshaw drivers were also injured, with bandages on their heads.

  "What's going on?" Miss Yao asked Xue Ping Shun.

  "There were several Japanese who came to force us to reveal where our big gun was. We said we didn't know, and they beat people and smashed things."

  "Japanese!" A flash of lightning flashed through Yao Yire's mind, she understood Chen Zikun's true nature. This guy had killed Japanese spies before, with the Japanese temperament of revenge, how could he possibly let it go? She was too naive and too high-profile. Originally, Chen Zikun was hiding his identity as a driver, but because of her, his identity was exposed.

  Yao Yile sat weakly on the ground, it's all over. Chen Zikun is finished. Not only will he be hunted down by Japanese agents, but also wanted by the police. Beijing is a big city, but there's no place for him to hide anymore.

  Xue Pingshun panicked and quickly supported Yao Yirei, at this time Xing'er rushed in with a frightened expression and said: "Uncle Xue, it's terrible! Aunt Yanhong is dead!"

  "What!" Xue Ping Shun was shocked and lost his composure, and he couldn't care less about Miss Yao anymore. He rushed back to the Da Za Yuan in the rain.

  The corpse with a faint red complexion had been moved into the house, placed on the kang, with white paper covering her face and a quilt over her body. Her blood had all been drained away, and the hand exposed outside the quilt was deathly pale.

  Xue Pingshun lifted the quilt and took a look, confirming that Yan Hong was killed by a sharp blade. The murderer was probably those Japanese people. He sighed and came to the yard, suddenly bent down and picked up a shell casing.

  There were more than a dozen shell casings of the same type, and there must have been an intense shootout in the yard. Xue Ping Shun thought for a moment and then went back inside to tell the neighbors: "No need to report it to the authorities, anyway Yan Hong's family is gone, let's just help send them off."

  The neighbors also sighed deeply, they understood the meaning of Xue Ping's words, Yanhong's death must have something to do with Da Kengzi and Xiao Shunzi.

  This prostitute who was always looked down upon by everyone used her life to protect her own son.