si-mexico Chapter 1207 The Kind That Can't Even Be Pieced Together
Chapter 1207 The Kind That Can't Even Be Pieced Together
When Terauchi Hisaichi saw the undeniable seriousness in Zhou Zhengqing's eyes, a sudden thought struck him, and a flash of inspiration appeared in his mind. However, perhaps because the explosion had left him somewhat dazed, he couldn't sort out his thoughts for a moment.
Slowly releasing his grip on Zhou Zhengqing's wrist, Terauchi Hisaichi frowned deeply and lowered his head in deep thought.
Could there be some hidden story behind Wang Kemin?
Did he collude with the Military Intelligence Bureau?
Or is it that sparing his life will really bring unforeseen trouble upon myself?
Countless questions swirled in his mind, and his dizzy head made it difficult for him to figure them out for a while.
At this moment, Okabe Naosaburo, who was standing not far away, heard the conversation between the two clearly. Zhou Zhengqing's meaningful words exploded in his mind like a thunderclap, making him shudder.
He subconsciously raised his head, his gaze shifting back and forth between Zhou Zhengqing's cold profile and Wang Kemin's disheveled figure. His eyes gradually became unsteady, and his face was full of surprise and fear.
The ceremony marking the establishment of the puppet government! The North China Area Army! Bomb attack! General Takasaki! ... ... ...
The more Okabe Naosaburo thought about it, the more alarmed he became. A chill instantly spread from his back to his entire body. Cold sweat poured out of his forehead and slid down his temples, soaking his collar. Even the fabric on his back was soaked with cold sweat, clinging tightly to his skin and bringing a bone-chilling cold.
He dared not think any further, fearing that the more he thought about it, the more alarmed he would become. He quickly composed himself, took two steps forward, and stood before Zhou Zhengqing. He bowed deeply, his back almost parallel to the ground, his tone extremely respectful, yet tinged with barely concealed fear and... gratitude!
“Kasikoumarimasita, Dou, Mo, Arigado, Guozaimas!”
Terauchi Hisaichi was deep in thought when he suddenly saw his subordinate's actions, and his face was filled with doubt and confusion.
Raising his head to look at Okabe Naosaburo, who was bowing low, he asked with a tone of confusion and surprise, "Okabe?"
Naosaburo Okabe stood up, walked over to Hisaichi Terauchi, lowered his head slightly, and whispered in Terauchi's ear.
Terauchi Hisaichi's expression changed constantly as Okabe Naosaburo whispered in his ear, switching back and forth between a look of realization and a look of horror.
He involuntarily released Zhou Zhengqing's hand and looked at him with a complicated expression.
After a moment of silence, Terauchi Hisaichi said nothing, but instead took a step back to make way for Zhou Zhengqing, his anger replaced by fear.
He tacitly approved of Zhou Zhengqing's actions.
Zhou Zhengqing nodded to Terauchi Hisashi in response, then walked up to Wang Kemin, stopped, and looked down at him.
Sunlight shone from behind Zhou Zhengqing, casting a golden halo over him, but making his face appear even colder. There was no pity in his eyes, only a chilling coldness.
He slowly raised his Luger pistol, pointing the muzzle at Wang Kemin's forehead. His movements were swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.
The coldness of the gun barrel made Wang Kemin tremble all over. Looking into Zhou Zhengqing's icy eyes, he knew that he was going to die this time. The pleading in his eyes was gradually replaced by despair.
"No...no..." Wang Kemin's voice grew softer and softer, filled with final despair. His lips trembled uncontrollably, but he could no longer utter a complete sentence.
"boom!"
The crisp sound of gunfire shattered the silence of the streets and alleys, like a thunderclap in one's ears.
A 9mm Parabellum bullet instantly pierced Wang Kemin's skull, splattering blood and brain matter, staining the surrounding bluestone pavement red.
Wang Kemin's body jolted violently, then went limp like a puppet with its strings cut, completely lifeless. His eyes, filled with fear, remained open until his death, as if still telling of his resentment and despair.
The entire place was deathly silent, save for the crackling sounds of burning vehicles and the howling of the wind through the alleyways.
Everyone stood still, not daring to breathe, their eyes fixed on Zhou Zhengqing, filled with awe and fear.
They never expected that Zhou Zhengqing would actually dare to execute Wang Kemin, a key figure in the puppet government, in public. This boldness and ruthlessness shocked everyone present.
Wang Kemin's secretary trembled all over. With Wang Kemin dead, his good days as secretary were over. Other officials in the puppet government would not value him, a former close advisor to the emperor.
At that moment, the secretary broke down.
He pointed at Zhou Zhengqing, his finger waving incessantly.
He never expected that this Japanese military police commander would be so audacious as to execute Wang Kemin in public, showing no regard for the dignity of the puppet government.
In his view, Zhou Zhengqing's actions were undoubtedly a provocation against the pseudo-government and would lead to a stalemate in cooperation between the two sides.
boom!
Another gunshot shattered the silence of the streets.
But this time, it wasn't Zhou Zhengqing who fired the shot. Such a minor character wasn't worthy of being executed by Zhou Zhengqing himself.
Qi emerged from behind Zhou Zhengqing, holding a pistol with faint smoke rising from its muzzle.
At this moment, Qi's face was full of cold killing intent. He sneered at the secretary on the ground: "Hmph, how dare you point a finger at my young master! You have no sense of death!"
The secretary collapsed to the ground, blood seeping from her chest, her eyes filled with disbelief. She convulsed a few times and then fell still.
He never imagined that simply pointing at Zhou Zhengqing would lead to his death.
Over here, Zhou Zhengqing slowly put away his Luger pistol, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and leisurely wiped the bloodstains splattered on the gun.
His movements were unhurried and his expression indifferent, as if he had just executed an ant, not a key figure in a puppet government.
After wiping the gun, he threw the handkerchief on the ground, and the handkerchief fell into the bloodstains and was instantly stained red.
Turning around, Zhou Zhengqing's gaze fell on Chen Gongshu and the others who were being escorted over by the military police.
Lan Zichun stared at him with wide eyes. She had been pushed over and was now seeing that Wang Kemin was still alive, her eyes filled with disbelief.
But what he never expected was that this Japanese general would personally execute Wang Kemin, which was completely contrary to the interests of the Japanese army and exceeded his expectations.
Chen Gongshu also opened his eyes. His previously tightly closed eyes slowly opened now, his gaze sharp as a knife, staring intently at Zhou Zhengqing with a hint of wariness and doubt.
He didn't understand why the Japanese military police commander would spare their lives, and why he would execute Wang Kemin.
Logically speaking, Wang Kemin was a traitor supported by the Japanese army and played an important role in the Japanese rule over North China. Zhou Zhengqing's move was undoubtedly like cutting off his own arm, which is really hard to understand.
What puzzled him even more was the way Zhou Zhengqing looked at him... There was a hint of anger and disappointment in his eyes.
Am I seeing things?!
Zhou Zhengqing walked step by step to Chen Gongshu and stopped. The two were only a few steps apart, and they could clearly see the expression in each other's eyes.
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Zhou Zhengqing thought to himself, "Old Chen! See? I'm the one who has to clean up your messes!"
So what if we fired so many shots? So what if we threw so many grenades?
In the end, I still have to use a bullet to solve the problem!
Why waste manpower making car bombs?
Aside from scaring me so much I almost peed my pants... it was absolutely useless!
Sigh... You were too confident in your gun. And what happened? Someone just grabbed a random person as a human shield, and you almost ruined everything!"
Zhou Zhengqing admitted that when he realized the object crashing into him might be a car bomb, he really lost his composure and was terrified.
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But if Chen Gongshu knew what Zhou Zhengqing was thinking, he would definitely scoff at it.
He would immediately mock Zhou Zhengqing: "That's just less than two kilograms of explosives. I just wanted to scare you!"
If I weren't afraid of blowing you up, this top-tier Japanese noble, and provoking the Japanese army to launch a frenzied attack; if I weren't worried that the National Revolutionary Army couldn't hold off the Japanese...
I'll definitely put a hundred or two hundred pounds of that mail truck on it! You won't find a single hair on it!!
The kind that you can't even piece together!