"This room." Haozi pointed to the room on the left side of the entrance to the stairs and signaled silently.

The houses in Moyuer Lane are roughly the same. Haozi has just investigated the room next door. The room near the left side of the stairs is smaller, which is a guest bedroom, and the right side is a spacious, which is the master room.

The two of them gently approached the room on the left.

At this moment, there was a sound in the room on the right.

The sound is not loud, but it cannot be hidden in this quiet night.

The two looked at each other and turned to the room on the right.

He gently pushed the door and locked it.

The ordinary door bolt was difficult for Haozi to penetrate through the crack of the dagger door, and he pulled it gently like a file.

Although this sound is very light, you can still hear it if you listen carefully.

Pan Laojiu held the gun in both hands and pointed it at the room on the left side of the next door, for fear of disturbing the people inside.

The door is open.

"Don't move!" Haozi raised his muzzle.

The moonlight is OK tonight. The moonlight comes in through the gap in the window. You can vaguely see a woman holding a pair of scissors in her hand, pretending to pounce on her. Facing the black muzzle, she is so scared that she dare not move:

The muzzle was not aimed at her, but at the child sleeping in the bed.

My son is her lifeblood!

"Kill Xiaoyaer when you move." Haozai said coldly.

Pan Laojiu, who was outside, walked to the door. He did not come in, but closed the door from outside, while he himself stayed outside and continued to monitor the next room.

...

The purpose of Pan Laojiu's appearance was to tell the woman that there was an accomplice outside, which completely made the woman despair.

Hao Zai stepped forward and took down the scissors from the woman's hand, holding her chin with a muzzle, "Whether to kill you and Xiaoya is just a matter of my thoughts."

"I'll give you all the money, don't kill my son." Zhao Xin said with his teeth trembling up and down.

"If you ask, you will answer truthfully, otherwise."

"I say, everyone says, don't kill my son." Zhao Xin acted to kneel down, but Haozai leaned against the wall with a gun.

"Who is the man next door?" Haozai asked.

"yes……"

"Think clearly before answering. We know the situation of the person next door. Ask you just to see if you are honest." Haozai said coldly.

"It's my cousin." Zhao Xin said tremblingly.

"What's his name? Where did he come from?" As he said that, Haozi pointed at the boy on the bed intentionally or unintentionally.

"Luo, Luo Daoxing." Zhao Xin said quickly, "I don't know where he came from. He just came to Shanghai for a few days."

He was overjoyed when he confirmed his identity as "nagging" from this woman.

"Does there be a gun on 'Nagging'?" Haozai asked again.

When Zhao Xin heard the nickname "nagging" in his mouth, it means that the other party had indeed found out a long time ago, and might even come directly for his cousin. Zhao Xin felt a little less guilty towards his cousin.

"I have no idea."

"Where is Lu Fei now?" Haozai asked suddenly.

"Ah." The woman looked at the masked man in horror and said tremblingly, "In the hospital."

"Which hospital?" Haozai asked.

The woman said the name of the hospital.

"The Japanese hospital? A dog traitor!" Haozai snorted coldly.

"No, no, the child's father was hurt by 'nagging', all..." the woman said in panic.

The sound came to an abrupt end. Haozai directly hit the woman's neck with a knife. While knocking her out, he held the woman to fall to the ground without making any sound.

Drawing a dagger from his body, he looked at the woman who fainted and the child who was sleeping in the bed.

Especially when he approached, looking at the child's tender face on the bed through the moonlight, Haozai's face changed repeatedly, and finally put away the dagger and left the master's room.

...

Pan Laojiu looked at Haozai.

Haozi nodded.

Pan Laojiu was very happy.

Haozai also looked at Pan Laojiu.

Pan Laojiu shook his head and signaled that there was no movement in the next room.

"What?" Pan Laojiu and Haozai gently pushed the door and found that the door was not locked. They were overjoyed. As soon as they pushed the door, they saw something tied to the door.

Dingling!

Leave it to my mother!

Haozi cursed in his heart, "Nagging" this guy is too smart. He deliberately did not lock the door, and then tied a bell to the door bolt. The other end of the bell was tied to the nails on the wall with a black thread. The black line was so dark that it was impossible to see the black thread.

In the room, the "nagging" shot decisively the moment the bell rang.

Bang bang bang bang.

Haozai and Pan Laojiu outside the door were shooting while hiding to both sides of the door.

"'Nagging', you have hurt so many brothers, and you are dead today." Haozai shouted in a Hangzhou accent.

‘It was the Hangzhou Station who sent someone to kill me?!’

Nagging was shocked.

In the room, there was no extra action in the ‘nagging’:

He didn't go to the door of the house, but rushed directly to the window, opened it, and jumped down.

Bang!

The door was kicked open.

Peng Peng Peng!

After a burst of shots, Haozai and Pan Laojiu rushed into the house and saw only the open window.

"This shitty guy!" Pan Laojiu cursed in a low voice.

Bang!

A gunshot.

The two rushed to the window and saw a man lying on the ground, crawling forward desperately.

The two were overjoyed and pulled out their pistol without hesitation and fired directly.

Bang bang bang bang.

...

Cheng Qianfan stood at the window and set up a water-beaded rifle.

His eyes were locked on the road.

Then he heard the intensive shooting of gunfire.

Immediately afterwards, there was a plop, and then someone jumped from the second floor to the ground.

Cheng Qianfan's right index finger was pulled on the trigger.

Bang!

After landing, the "nagging" who had just gotten up and was about to run away was shot and fell directly.

Then more intense gunfire sounded.

Cheng Qianfan saw the man lying on the ground being beaten into a hornet's nest. The expression in his eyes was not sympathetic, but shot Peng Peng Peng twice in the back of his heart.

Confirming that the person was motionless, Cheng Qianfan snorted coldly in his heart, packed up his spear and prepared to evacuate.

...

On this side, Haozai and Pan Laojiu rushed out from the main entrance of No. 33, Moyuer Lane.

The two shot twice at the window of a neighbor with a light on light, shouting loudly, "Ging Mule does business, idlers avoid it."

All the screams came to an abrupt end, and all the lights went out.

This is why we call the name "Ginger Mule":

In Shanghai, the only Japanese who can stop children from crying at night is the number one bandit Jiang Mule!
To be continued...