Chapter 49 The moon is not high

As the saying goes, the moon is high and the wind is dark, but this month is neither high nor dark, but for Zhu Jialiang, this is another killing night.

Zhu Jialiang, who was carrying the box, felt like sweating on his back. Although the young master said that he was not afraid when he asked in the afternoon, he was still a little nervous now, but he still walked forward. When he was about to approach the door of the hotel, the waiter outside the door opened the door respectfully, and a waiter came to take Zhu Jialiang's hand. The box.

"Welcome!"

Everything next, as if in a dream, Zhu Jialiang, with a dull look, lowered his head, paid the top hat, opened the room, and followed the waiter in the suitcase. It was not until he entered the guest room. Under the waiter's many temptations, he exchanged a copper yuan coupon from his pocket to reward it. This was handed over by the young master before he left. Stay, although he has practiced at home, he is inevitably a little nervous.

"I asked you to help me kill someone!"

Thinking of what the young master said to himself in the carriage in the morning, Zhu Jialiang slowly calmed down and opened the cowhide suitcase. In addition to a few clothes, there was also a pistol and the black iron tube.

"Z, Z"

When the iron barrel was twisted into the barrel, a faint voice echoed in the room. Zhu Jialiang's movements were neither fast nor slow, and his eyebrows relaxed with a thoughtful look.

Since the young master asked him to kill someone in the morning, Zhu Jialiang has been thinking there. Although he looks simple and honest, it does not mean that he is a fool. After getting the young master's instructions, he knows what he will be like in the future. Although he has only been in Shanghai for a few weeks, he also knows that there are always people around those rich people. Do some other things.

"It's not bad to be a young master's knife!"

After twisting the muffler, Zhu Jialiang raised his hand and made a gesture. Every day after buying the gun, the young master asked him to take a few people to the suburbs to set a target to practice the gun. Hundreds of bullets were fired. Although he did not dare to say that the gun was deadly, it was at least better than in the past.

"I don't know if there is any sound when shooting here!"

Looking at the slightly heavier pistol, Zhu Jialiang said to himself with some uncertainty

After taking back the iron tube from the iron shop in the evening, when testing in the rice fields outside the city, as the young master said, the gunshot did drop. In the past, when practicing the gun, it was like thunder, but now it is like an unconcible firecracker explosion. If you wrap a few layers of towels around the muzzle, the sound will be even lower. In the evening, he was on the street. I shot this gun once, and no one heard it at all.

"Remember, you must use a gun!"

"With a gun, there will be a lot of doubts... In short, the more doubts there are, the safer we are."

Put down the gun, Zhu Jialiang took out his dagger again. This dagger was snatched from the foreign devil he killed in his hometown. This dagger may be the most beautiful dagger he has ever seen, so it has been kept until now.

"Wipe it clean and make a knife to his heart!"

What kind of person is the young master?

Thinking of the whole afternoon, the young master was there to tell himself how to kill people with great interest. Zhu Jialiang had some doubts. Is it so troublesome to kill a foreign devil?

"It's easy to kill a person, but it's difficult to kill a foreign devil without causing trouble. Especially at this time, I don't want us to vent our anger today. Ming Jinling was bombarded, and the latter governor of Liangjiang asked people for millions of taels of silver!"

The hour hand walked little by little. Finally, when the hour hand pointed to eight o'clock, he wrapped the barrel with a towel casually. Zhu Jialiang had changed and wrapped the iron barrel in the iron barrel in front of the barrel with a towel. The moment he opened the door, the tension disappeared. He looked left and right to make sure that no one was in the corridor before he turned to the other. Walk to the room.

"You should really save the money first!"

Looking at the money of **, Jeff, who had been distressed all night, said to himself.

Perhaps it is because he has never seen such a huge amount of money. He did not ask for the check of the auction house, but chose cash. Even if the buyer paid the auction house in US dollars, he still chose to accept it. For the poor, there is nothing more attractive than a pile of money.

But now, such a pile of money here makes him lose the opportunity to have fun. What if the money is stolen in the hotel room?

"Don, Don"

Jeff was shocked by the knock on the door. He lifted the money and took the gun at the head of the bed. All his movements did not stop at all. He looked at the door nervously.

"Who!"

"Waiter, deliver water! "Mr.!"

Zhu Jialiang, dressed in the clothes of a waiter at the King's Hotel, answered after practicing English for several hours in the afternoon. He held a gun in his right hand and wrapped a towel around his muzzle.

"Please wait a moment!"

Although there was no need for boiling water, Jeffie put the gun behind his waist and went to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, he saw the Chinese waiter standing outside the door. His eyes seemed to be a little wrong. Without waiting for his brain to order his body to move, Zhu Jialiang pulled the trigger.

"Poo, "Poo"

Two sounds of heavy drinking sounded in the corridor. At the moment of collapse, when all the feelings followed, there was an incredible look in Jeff's eyes. At this time, he did not die immediately. He desperately wanted to breathe, but he couldn't figure out why he couldn't breathe.

He took a step forward. When the foreigner was about to fall, he hugged him with his left hand. Zhu Jialiang turned around and dragged him into the room. When he closed the door with his legs, he pinned the gun to his waist with his right hand. At the same time, he took out the dagger and stabbed it up along the ribs. The dagger stabbed into the heart.

From opening the door to the dagger piercing the heart, it was just a few puffs of cigarettes. In these puffs, just like killing people in the past, Zhu Jialiang had no fear or other thoughts in his mind. He almost subconsciously completed this simple process.

Search the room, rummaging through the boxes and cabinets. Finally, after ** found the money, I put the money in the suitcase. After walking to the door, I listened carefully to the sound in the corridor close to the door. After making sure that there was no footsteps, I carefully opened the door. After exploring left and right, I looked at the shell casing on the ground, bent down and picked up the shell shell shell, and then walked quickly. I returned to my room.

"Wow!"

The moment he closed the door, he breathed and sweat came out of Zhu Jialiang's forehead. It was not until then that he felt that his soul had returned to him. After a long break, he remembered that there was another thing he had not done.

Turn off the lights! Turn on the light! Turn off the light again and turn it on again!

More than ten minutes later, there was a long and long knock outside the door.

It's Ah Qing!

The door opened, and Lin Yuqing, who was standing outside the door, walked in and looked at Zhu Jialiang, who had changed his clothes. This dress was the same as Lin Yuqing's cotton robe.

"Are you all right?"

Zhu Jialiang, who was carrying the rattan box, nodded and said nothing. The young master told him not to say anything when A Qing came to change himself.

"Walking two blocks, Shunzi's carriage is waiting there!"