Operation Red Book

Chapter 397 Mr. Zhu, are you well?

"boom--"

Outside Shisanfang, a circle of cherry bombs blew up a dozen thieves who rushed out into the sky.

After the bomb was preheated, the entrance of Shisanfang was filled with the stench of salted fish, and even if you squatted in the grass, you could not escape the smell.

"vomit--"

Ivy was the first one who couldn't bear it anymore. She lifted up a branch and started to retch.

"This is unbearable. The situation under the smuggled boat is much more exciting than this."

Mr. Zhu retorted with a smile.

"boom--"

Another circle of bombs exploded. Alexander had buried several circles in advance just to gain the upper hand.

Groups of fearless thieves rushed out from all directions of Shisanfang. Many were blown into the sky, and many others had their limbs blown to pieces.

Fragments like salted fish fell from the sky, twitching continuously, and turned the pale sky into a light yellow.

Although the explosion didn't kill anyone, it did restrict the movements of many people.

Alexander made a gesture to the soldiers in the rear, and they all raised their electric batons, ready for a desperate battle at any time.

"Baking soda, lemon juice, detergent, wood ash..."

At this time, Mr. Zhu put his hand on Alexander's shoulder and kept talking behind him.

"If the stench can't be removed, will you compensate me?"

"I don't understand your English."

"The British are so stingy, huh!"

Mr. Zhu heard the impatience in Alexander's voice. He rolled his eyes and turned to annoy the other soldiers.

"Mr. Zhu, when can I go in?"

Ivy returned to her original position weakly and asked with trembling blue lips.

"Listen to what that scarred guy says. Wait until they take care of half of the people, and then we'll see..."

"Go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Alexander gave an order and the soldiers who were ambushing in the bushes rushed out in full force, holding electric batons and guns.

For a moment, the sound of "crackling" electric current and "bang bang" gunshots were heard continuously.

In the intervals, the thieves' screams and fierce biting sounds also resounded through the sky.

Ivy had never seen such a scene before. She lowered her head silently, trying to focus on the small yellow flower at Mr. Zhu's feet.

"Huh...huh...huh..."

Suddenly, the black hair on top of her head was blown away, and Ivy could feel Mr. Zhu's chest rising and falling violently.

Ivy blinked and looked up, only to see tears in Mr. Zhu's eyes and his upper teeth biting his pale lower lip tightly.

He was shaking all over, and his palms were already bleeding from being cut by his fingernails.

"Mr. Zhu..."

"It's okay, just wait a little longer... I'll go settle the score with him..."

Ivy was silent. Her chest felt blocked and her eyes felt sore, causing her to blink hard several times.

Who would have thought that my eyes were no longer sore, but my nose was sore instead...

She didn't dare to wipe it, just like Mr. Zhu didn't dare to wipe away the tears that were about to flow.

The sound of gunfire and screams continued to ring in my ears, like Thor's hammer hitting the soft spot in my heart, making my chest feel numb and sore.

She knew about Mr. Zhu's hidden emotions.

Those monsters outside the bushes turned out to be his brothers who followed him everywhere.

Some just turned 18, some just got married, some have been with him for many years, and some are going to the sea for the first time...

A shipwreck, a natural disaster, a snap of the devil's fingers, a sigh of the ancient god.

A good life ended here, buried in the belly of a fish, and the soul still cannot rest in peace after death...

I watched helplessly as the once cheerful faces turned into smelly salted fish, were electrocuted, shot, blown up into the sky, their limbs torn apart, and debris scattered...

Ivy didn't know how to comfort Mr. Zhu, so she could only grope forward and gently hold Mr. Zhu's cold and trembling hand.

After a while, the noise outside the bushes gradually died down.

Mr. Zhu blew his nose twice and looked outside following Ivy's movements.

The ground was littered with twitching bodies, and there were far fewer soldiers.

Some lay on the ground, bleeding, while others ran away and joined the team that was evacuating residents.

There are no more thieves coming out of Shisanfang, at least not at the main gate.

Ivy looked towards the gate, where there seemed to be some moving dark shadows.

"Stop it all!"

Suddenly, a sharp scream came out from the door, piercing Ivy's cochlea.

Then, a wrinkled rat-tail head appeared at the door.

Ivy recognized who he was at first glance, but rolled her eyes in disgust at the second glance.

"Uncle Nie?" Mr. Zhu's tone was also filled with hatred, "He kicked me in the face the hardest!"

"He looks like an old eunuch, and he's the one who curses me the most!" Ivy said with the same hatred.

The old eunuch glared at Alexander and the soldiers with his rat-like green eyes, looking viciously.

"How dare you come to the Chinese wharf and cause trouble! You want to start a war! Start a war!"

Alexander quickly dealt with the thief who was attacking him from behind, and silently saluted the old eunuch.

"Have you forgotten that we have hundreds of little mice in our hands?"

The old eunuch said proudly.

As soon as he finished speaking, deafening crying sounds were heard from Shisanfang.

The crying sound was sharp, obviously the childish voice of a child.

Ivy's face changed suddenly when she heard this. Similarly, Mr. Zhu looked serious and quietly tightened his sword.

"If you dare to take another step forward, we will kill this golden boy and jade girl..."

"Uncle Nie."

At this moment, a clear young voice interrupted the old eunuch's harsh threat.

The dark shadow in the gate moved, and the old eunuch walked around respectfully, waiting for the figure at the door to slowly walk out.

"Zhao Minghua!"

Looking at the bronze figure, Mr. Zhu suddenly exclaimed.

"They are foreigners and they don't understand what we say."

Zhao Minghua did not shout loudly on purpose, but every word he said was clearly heard by Ivy and Mr. Zhu.

He returned the salute to Alexander and nimbly twirled the green sword in his hand.

"It's better to talk to someone who understands Chinese."

As he spoke, he pointed the tip of his sword forward, then slowly moved it to the right.

The last place they stopped was the bushes where Mr. Zhu and Ivy were hiding.

"Mr. Zhu, are you well?"