Emergency Doctor Mercenary Road

   Chapter 250 Kill all the way to eat all the way

  The elevator in the Broadway Building came up a minute later, and Lu Fei walked in calmly. The 1 button was lightly pressed. Then the elevator slowly descended, but stopped on the 6th floor, and then the elevator door opened.

   At this moment, two Japanese officers were chattering outside the elevator. Seeing Lu Fei pretending to be a waiter in the elevator after the elevator stopped and opened, the older Japanese officer's face sank and he shouted in a low voice, "You drop, come out, Chinese people can't take the elevator with the warriors of the Great Japanese Empire."

  Lu Fei didn't want to be too troublesome, but no matter how someone sent him to his door to seek death, this wouldn't be enough for them, and they would be struck by lightning.

   The stern look in his eyes flashed past, he immediately lowered his head and agreed, and walked out of the elevator with a low eyebrow. As a matter of course, the two Japanese officers walked into the elevator triumphantly. Then the young Japanese officer pressed the door closing switch, and the elevator doors began to close from both sides to the middle.

  Lu Fei slowly raised his head to look at the two Japanese officers in the elevator, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

   "Swish", suddenly he waved his hands in a row, and the four flying knives shot out. The flying knives instantly plunged into the throats and faces of the two Japanese officers. The flying knife shot at such a close distance, the dagger completely plunged into their head and neck, leaving only the hilt.

  The moment the elevator door closed, Lu Fei jokingly looked at the stunned and desperate eyes of the two Japanese officers, stuck out his tongue, and then their sight was slowly cut off by the elevator door.

  Lu Fei turned around and left easily, walked to the west side of the corridor, and was about to find another elevator to go downstairs. After walking more than ten meters, he found a freight elevator beside the wall. He pressed the down button and waited for half a minute for the elevator to come. Lu Fei got on the elevator and pressed the button, and he reached the first floor in less than 20 seconds. He walked out of the elevator as if nothing was wrong and walked towards the lobby.

   At this time, the lobby of the building was already in chaos. More than a dozen devil soldiers and security guards were gathered next to the elevator. Some people were already rushing up, and some people were shouting something. Lu Fei lowered his head slightly and walked towards the automatic revolving door.

   At this time, the gate of the Paramount Building was empty. The Japanese post in charge of defending the building heard that something had happened, and they all went in to help, and were ready to arrest the culprit.

   Seeing that Lu Fei came out so easily, he didn't want to leave right away. Facing the automatic revolving door, he lowered his head and put on the Hades mask, took out a Thomson submachine gun, turned around and shot frantically at the Japanese devils and all kinds of people gathered by the elevator.

   "Tack tah tah dah", the sound of gunfire as crisp as a typewriter resounded through the lobby, and the fierce and uninterrupted flames continued to spew from the muzzle. Holding the gun, Lu Fei swept across the lobby horizontally, knocking down all the people he saw, especially the Japanese ghost soldiers and plainclothes security guards who wanted to shoot. The security guard here is 100% from the special high school or some other Japanese intelligence organization. There can be no Chinese people. There is no psychological pressure for him to kill.

The blood mist next to the elevator continued to spurt, and in a moment blood was splashed on the walls and elevator doors. A dozen people struggled, fled, and cried in front of him, but Lu Fei didn't relent, and he killed them all. Do you still have less blood of Chinese children in your hands?

   Although he controlled the rate of fire, 100 rounds of drums were finished in 10 seconds. The lobby, ravaged by bullet rain, was full of dead bodies and moaning people. As soon as Lu Fei finished firing the Thomson bullet in his hand, he turned around without hesitation and pushed the automatic turnstile in the building in front of him to enter. By the time he walked out of the automatic turnstile, the mask and gun on his face were gone.

  Lu Fei turned right after exiting the gate and walked quickly. Half a minute later, he turned around the corner of the building, hid in the dark green corner on the side, quickly changed into a suit, then strode north, and disappeared into the night after a while.

  Ten minutes later, Lu Fei walked into a wonton shop at night on Tiantong Road a few hundred meters away and ordered a big bowl of wontons.

A few minutes later, Lu Fei was slowly blowing the wontons that had just arrived on the table, listening to the sirens and whistles outside constantly pretending to be puzzled and asking the owner, "Boss, what's the matter (what's the matter), these years, come out Eating some wontons is scary (all so scary), what's the way (what do you mean)?"

   "I don't know (I don't know), I'll go and ask." The middle-aged owner of the vicissitudes of life walked to the door of the store and looked around, loudly asking the owner of the tobacco store next door to inquire about the situation.

   After a few minutes, he walked back and shook his head and said, "I heard that something big has happened. There are a lot of oriental people who have died. They are checking everywhere. Little brother, eat quickly and go back early."

  Lu Fei finished eating in a hurry and handed a piece of ocean to the owner, waving his hand not to ask for money. Take out a wet tissue to wipe your hands and mouth, stand up and prepare to go home.

   At this time, two patrolling officers rushed out from across the street and ran over.

   "At the inspection, everyone is not allowed to move, check the documents, hurry up, say you, come here." The panting older patrolman shouted to Lu Fei.

  Lu Fei raised his hand innocently and walked over slowly. He consciously took out his passport and handed it over.

   "Sir, I just came back from the United States, and my profession is a doctor. What happened? It's scary (so scary)."

   "Did I ask Nong, or Nong asked me? Tell me, where were you just now, and why did you come to eat wontons?"

   "I just returned to China. Today, Ya Dao (tonight) went to Bai Xiangxiang (play here) in each of the Broadway bars. I was hungry, so I came to have a late big wonton."

   "Are you hungry, come out for supper, what else do you have (what else)?"

   "Come with me, go to the patrol room and talk about it. It's amazing to come back from abroad."

  Lu Fei frowned as he looked at the patroller's businesslike appearance and felt very strange. I don't look so good in a suit and leather shoes. Are you afraid of the protests of the U.S. government?

   The owner of the wonton shop has a good heart and coughed twice on purpose. Lu Fei turned his head to look, his hidden right thumb and index finger rubbed each other, meaning they wanted money.

   Lu Fei suddenly realized, no wonder, the patrol heart here is so dark that everyone has to make a stroke. I thought that it would not be very good to kill them now. After all, the crime of extortion will not kill you, and you are from China.

  Lu Fei shook his head and stood up, took out a few pieces of ocean from his trouser pocket and handed it over. Haha and said, "The two patrolling brothers are working hard (very hard), and they still go out to work at night, come and come, just a little idea, have some breakfast."

The older patrol took the ocean in secret, and immediately smiled brightly with a plate in his hand: "Those who have eaten ink can handle it clearly, go back to sleep (sleep) early, come out less at night, and the outside is a mess. Asan, God Go back (we go back)."

  The two patrolmen walked away with a smile. Lu Fei nodded to the owner of the wonton shop, left another ocean on the table, got up and walked out. He knew that there would definitely be martial law inspections around Broadway Road, so he did not go back the same way.

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  Night In the night of Shanghai, the neon signs on various facades are flashing. This is also a gathering place for Japanese expatriates and Jews. Along the way, there are numerous Japanese restaurants, western restaurants, bars, and dance halls that are open for business. Lu Fei looked at his watch, it was 10 o'clock in the evening, the demons in the isolated island period had a kind of deformed prosperity, and the inexplicable singing and dancing were peaceful.

Lu Fei looked around with great interest, and suddenly five men in black silk shirts came out from the lane on the left, blocking his way. The black silk shirt revealed the box gun inside, and threatened: "Hello, Mr. Nong, now check your identity. God is No. 76. Don't (don't) be uncomfortable. Cooperate with God (us) to go in and have a chat."

  Lu Fei said helplessly: "It's here again, it's not over yet, the patrol just knocked me 5 yuan, and the 76th came again, bullying honest people is cutting (right)."

   The lean man said solemnly: "God is checking his identity. Don't (not) make a fool of himself. Of course, Nong wants to get some money for God to have supper. Ah yes you can (and you can)."

   But this time, Lu Fei was unwilling to let things go, because he heard that the other party was No. 76, the infamous No. 76 of the secret agency of the Wang puppet regime! To say that the Japanese devils should be killed, the traitors should be killed even more! He originally came here to do things, and the bigger the better, the better, just in time for the gang of traitors who committed suicide to come to the door.

   "You guys are No. 76? Don't lie, a few squatters are pretending to be. Ala is from Shanghai, don't be the head of Ala (don't think I'm a fool to extort money)." Lu Fei asked with a look of disdain.

   "I want to go to No. 76 Jisfeier Road to eat chili water. Tell Nong that Boss Ding is my godfather. Look, this is the certificate."

  Lu Fei took the certificate and looked at it. It was indeed a black book similar to the driver's license of later generations, with the title of the team leader written on it. He looked around a little, and at this time there was no one in front of him on the road, and there were some people watching the excitement in the distance.

  He handed back the certificate to the lean man, put his hand in his trouser pocket and pretended to pay for it, and said gossip: "The devil's capital that eats people needs to be settled by the ocean everywhere, alas, bad luck."

   The lean man and the big men who came around had excited smiles on their faces, and they all felt that they had made money again today, and they could go and drink a glass of flower wine.

  Lu Fei took his right hand out of his trouser pocket and stretched it out to the lean man's face, empty.

   The lean man was furious when he saw his empty palms, and was about to get angry when Lu Fei put his hands together, two M1911A1s suddenly appeared in his hands, he raised his hands to shoot without hesitation.

   "呯呯呯呯" The rhythmic gunshots suddenly sounded!

   A face-to-face shooting at a distance of a few meters is like an execution. Lu Fei moved his hands left and right, and every time he fired a shot, the black silk-shirted spy would be headshot. After 5 shots, the black silk shirts all lay on the ground, and there was no movement. No one had time to escape, no one had time to shout, and no one had time to resist. Within two seconds, they all went to **** to get their lunch.

   As soon as the gunshots rang out here, the idle people who were watching the lively from a distance immediately called their fathers and mothers, friends and friends to run in panic, and in a blink of an eye they fled into various alleys and disappeared without a trace. At first glance, it is an experienced melon eater.

  Lu Fei calmly put away the gun, carried the collar of the largest black silk corpse on the ground, and dragged it into the dark place of the alley. Two minutes later, Lu Fei changed into a black silk shirt and appeared on Dongxihuade Road (now East Changzhi Road), then quickly ran across the road, and after walking a few steps, he disappeared into the depths of the alley.

   A few seconds after he disappeared, whistles on the road immediately rang out, and the area around the incident became lively. Within a few minutes, patrols and all parties poured in. Lu Fei walked eastward in the alley.

  He went round and round all the way. Anyway, he lived in this city for 30 years in his previous life. Half an hour later, Lu Fei returned to the door of his temporary apartment on Huishan Road.

  Lu Fei didn't take the key to open the door, for fear of disturbing the landlord Mrs. Zheng. Looking left and right, there was no one on the street for the time being, jumping on one foot, grabbing the fence with both hands, pulling and supporting it, and then turned into the courtyard of the apartment. After a few steps, he rushed to the wall of the apartment, jumped up and grabbed the window sill on the second floor.

  Lu Fei didn't turn on the lights either, went to the bathroom and went to the toilet to wash his face and put on pajamas. Go to bed, and soon fall asleep sweetly.

   At this time, the night Shanghai, two or three kilometers away, was already boiling with water, and the sky was boiling. At night, the streets of the Japanese Concession were full of patrols, Japanese military police, and spies from various forces. They searched everywhere, but found nothing. This year there is neither camera surveillance, nor DNA technology, nor facial recognition. All forces are looking for witnesses everywhere, but no one knows who did the big event tonight, who is holy, and why he is here to kill.

   The unrest outside this night seemed to have nothing to do with Lu Fei, who was sleeping peacefully. When the sky was bright, Lu Fei was still sleeping with his head covered, and the newsboys outside woke him up by shouting loudly.

   "A shocking case, there was a tragedy on Broadway last night, and the oriental people were slaughtered!"

   "Mysterious shooter, first knife and then gun, killed dozens of Japanese marines in the street!"

   "Blood spilled in the lobby of the Broadway building, and countless Japanese soldiers were killed. Who is the mastermind behind the shocking **** case?"

"Come and see, so many people from the East have died. Uncles and aunts, come and buy newspapers and see what's going on." A bright.

   "Tsk tsk tsk, the stick (great)! I don't know which hero did it. It's good to kill. We Chinese people are still bloody."

   "How can Nong (how do you) know that it was done by Alahuaxia people, maybe it was something (thing) made by foreigners." The office worker in suits and leather shoes on the side raised the bar.

"I don't know how to pretend to understand and talk nonsense (nonsense), it's all said in the newspapers, someone saw this hero wearing a Peking Opera mask of the King of Hell, and I thought, how can (how) foreigners do it In this kind of life (things), Westerners’ masks cover their eyes, and Alahuatians cover their faces.”

   "That's right, it makes sense, all kinds of (this kind of) men are models (heroes)! Breathe out a sigh of relief for God."

   (end of this chapter)