Although Fansboa has changed his master from Zhang Dashuai to the Japanese for more than ten years, he has been hiding in the circle of foreigners in Harbin to obtain information.

However, Fansberg has been doing intelligence work for so many years but has hardly fired a gun, let alone killed anyone.

Qian Xiaobao was the opposite. He had been following Feng Maoshan, the leader of the Anti-Japanese and National Salvation Army, to the mountain and fight to the death with the Japanese.

He started killing people at the age of twelve or thirteen. He held a gun in his hand and hooked his fingers, and a man in the distance fell to the ground.

Qian Xiaobao has felt that killing people is a very easy thing since he was a child. He does not have much psychological burden.

In this era when life is worse than that of a dog, this is his misfortune and his luck.

Fansboa shook his sculls and tried hard to control the hull's nervousness and thumping.

Qian Xiaobao, holding a gun in both hands, lay flat on the bottom of the boat, and was extremely calm.

Before dawn, water mist rose in the darkness of the Songhua River. The boat that Yegorov and the other three were riding slowly approaching, looking at the river as hazy as a black ingot floating on the river.

Yegorov and the three others also stared at the boat that Fansboa was rowing. The tank sitting at the bow held a pistol tightly.

"What are you doing?" Yegorov asked sternly.

"Fishing" Fansberg answered in Italian.

Although Yegorov couldn't understand Italian, he still breathed a sigh of relief.

Fansboa's ship was steady in the middle of the river, and Yegorov's ship was going to cross the river to Sun Island. The two ships got closer and closer.

The closer you get, the clearer you can see. Yegorov gradually realized something was wrong. He clearly said it was fishing, but why can't he see a fishing rod on the boat?

Just as Yegorov wanted to ask another question, Qian Xiaobao stood up from the boat, held a gun in both hands, and fired three shots in succession, from the tank on the bow to the Yegorov in the boat to the bison at the stern.

The tank was shot in the head and fell into the water. Yegorov was shot in the chest and fell onto the boat. Hearing two gunshots, the bison responded and turned slightly when he pulled out the gun.

The bullet that Qian Xiaobao hit him penetrated his lungs. The powerful bison still drew his pistol.

At this time, Qian Xiaobao fired a second shot at the Bison, which still did not fall.

With a bang, a bloodline exploded from the back of the head of the bison ten meters away and fell on the boat.

"Roar quickly and lean over!" Qian Xiaobao urged.

The gunshots have been heard. The most important thing now is to end as quickly as possible.

Fansboy stopped the slurry with his right hand and rowed hard with his left hand. The boat turned around on the water and leaned against Yegorov's boat.

Qian Xiaobao raised his gun to Yegorov who was lying on the boat. Seeing that he had not moved at all, he jumped carefully to the boat.

He simply searched the whole body of the bison and then turned the bison's body directly into the water.

Qian Xiaobao threw the cable from Yegorov's boat to Fansberg and said, "Tie it with our boat. Then row it into the grassy meadow downstream."

Fansboa hurriedly wrapped the cables of the two boats together and rowed downstream to the lower reaches of the Songhua River.

Three gunshots cut through the quiet night. When the police arrived at the riverside, they could not see anything.

When it was dawn, Fansboa rowed two boats into a willow bush downstream of the Songhua River.

"You saw it too. I didn't open these two boxes. Choose one by yourself." Qian Xiaobao said, pointing to the two suitcases.

"What should I do with this person?" Fansberg asked.

"Let him disappear completely! In doing so, some people will think that Yegorov killed two bodyguards and escaped with money." Qian Xiaobao replied.

Fansbo looked at the young man in front of him in surprise, who was less than 20 years old. I have to say that this is a good idea.

"Dig a hole to bury him? But we didn't bring shovels." Fansberg said embarrassedly.

Qian Xiaobao lowered his head and unbuttoned Yegorov's trousers and took off Yegorov's fat pants. After tightening his legs, Qian Xiaobao threw the pants to Fansbo.

"Does it look like a face pocket? Use your hands to catch the mud in the water and put it in your pants." Qian Xiaobao said.

These foreigners are all very stupid. They can't do anything without tools.

Qian Xiaobao took off Yegorov's suit top and shirt again. He tore the shirt into strips with both hands.

Seeing that Fansboy didn't understand what he meant, Qian Xiaobao explained: "The pants were filled with mud and tied together with people and threw them into the water and couldn't float."

"In a few months, people will still float up," said Fansberg.

Qian Xiaobao looked at Fansbo as if he was looking at a fool.

"How many months? In a few months, he will only have a skeleton left. I have seen people who were drowned for three or four days and were salvaged by fishing nets. The people were swollen like big steamed buns! Their clothes were torn, and there were still many catfish in the fishing nets. People were already ateless." Qian Xiaobao said.

Fansbo was finally convinced by Qian Xiaobao. He bent down and took out the mud from the water and put it into Yegorov's pants.

He had eaten Northeastern cabbage with catfish stewed eggplant. Fanspur made up his mind to never eat catfish again in the future.

Qian Xiaobao looked at Fan Sibo clumsyly filling his two pairs of trouser legs with mud.

Then Qian Xiaobao tied his pants firmly with Yegorov's body with a cloth strip torn by Yegorov's shirt.

The two boats re-rowed into the river. Under the shore of willow trees, Qian Xiaobao and Fansbo worked together to push Yegorov from the boat into the water.

"Climb the boat and sink!" Qian Xiaobao said.

It is much harder to turn the boat over and upturn the sky than to throw people into the water.

Qian Xiaobao and Fansboa played for a long time before overturning the boat that Yegorov and others rented.

On the way back to the other side of the river, Fansboa was still rowing. Today, he did all the dirty and tiring work. But he had no complaints.

After all, the most difficult life is done by the young man in front of him.

Qian Xiaobao fiddled with the m1911 pistol found from the bison and said to Fansbo: "Old Fan, I have settled you! If your eyes were wrong just now, I think you want to be bad, I will solve you too!"

Fansbo was shocked. He didn't expect that he had already walked in front of the gates of hell just now!

"But you have to make a vow that you won't even say anything to a woman even if you are lying on the bed!" Qian Xiaobao said.

"If I say it, I will suffer from sulfur and mercury!" said Fansberg.

"What does it mean?" Qian Xiaobao asked in confusion.

"Westerns also have hell. People go to hell and are grilled by the fire burning of sulfur!" Fansberg explained.

"What's this? It's much worse than our eighteenth level hell." Qian Xiaobao said disdainfully.

"And mercury! If I say it, I will get a big sore in bayberry!" Fansberg said.

People who got syphilis in the West two or three hundred years ago used mercury to clean and treat it. Therefore, people often used mercury to refer to syphilis.

Qian Xiaobao was finally moved. He had seen people with syphilis. Some people's noses were rotten.
Chapter completed!