In the Jiuzhilan bar, the lights are dim and charming, and the various wine glasses are arranged neatly on the bar counter, and crystal clear ice cubes collide gently in the cup, making a pleasant sound.

The air in the bar was filled with a strong aroma of wine and a faint smell of tobacco. Guests either whispered or laughed loudly, and everyone was immersed in this world of debauchery.

Sun Mingpu, the traitor detective who is famous in the Dalian territory, became the focus of this place tonight.

He sat in the most conspicuous position in the bar, surrounded by a group of traitors, rushing to toast and compliment him.

"Inspector Sun, you have made great contributions to the Imperial Army this time. The Imperial Army will definitely rely more on you in the future! Haha!"

"Yes, Detective Sun's wisdom and courage are really admirable!"

"In the future, you will surely make a great success in front of the Imperial Army, and your future is unlimited!"

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"Hahaha!"

Among the compliments of the traitors, Sun Mingpu's vanity was greatly satisfied. He unknowingly drank a few more drinks.

The alcohol made his face flush slightly, and he felt a little anxious to pee, so he stood up and said, "Drink first, I'll go and release the water."

Sun Mingpu shook a little when he got up. Seeing this, his subordinates rushed forward to support him, but he pushed him away and scolded him: "What's this little wine? If there are two bottles of whiskey, I'm still fine."

Sun Mingpu's subordinates still said with some concern: "Inspector, then let's accompany you?"

Sun Mingpu waved his hand and said disdainfully: "It's just a toilet. What are you doing with me? I'm a great detective. I've returned from studying abroad. Who dares to touch me in Dalian?"

After hearing this, his subordinates had to retreat. Sun Mingpu walked into the toilet alone, leaving a group of people who were still drunk and dreaming of death.

Sun Mingpu walked in the dim bar aisle, with many people inside, and I don’t know who bumped into him.

Sun Mingpu said angrily: "Bastard, how dare you hit me? Do you know who I am?"

But he cursed for a long time but no one responded, so he could only continue to stagger into the bathroom.

He didn't enter the urinal, and he peed on the ground.

"Comfortable!"

Sun Mingpu shouted comfortably after being convenient, but he just got it while shaking.

He had no choice but to tie his pants and walked to the sink to prepare to wash his hands.

However, at this moment, a man wearing a dark blue patched dress suddenly appeared in the corner of his eyes.

The man was wearing a shabby felt hat, with the brim pressed down low, covering most of his face.

Sun Mingpu felt a sense of danger inexplicably. He quickly reached out to touch the gun at his waist, but was shocked to find that the gun was gone.

Only then did he remember that when he entered the toilet, someone bumped him and even scolded him. Now it seems that the man was the man in blue in front of him.

The man in blue was holding his gun in his hand, and the black muzzle was pointed at him.

Sun Mingpu secretly cried out in his heart, and wanted to shout for help, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something and could not make a sound.

Because just as he wanted to scream, the man in blue had appeared in front of him at some point, and then a sharp knife gently slashed Sun Mingpu's neck. A red line immediately appeared on Sun Mingpu's neck.

The man in blue turned and left, leaving only the stunned Sun Mingpu. He covered the wound on his neck with difficulty, and blood poured out like he didn't have money.

His consciousness gradually blurred, and the world in front of him began to become dark and twisted. In the end, he fell to the ground powerlessly and ended his sinful life.

The Jiuzhilan Bar is still brightly lit and lively, but Sun Mingpu can no longer feel it.

His death did not cause much riot in the bar, as if he was just a passerby here.

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At the same time, in a deep alley in Dalian, Princess Fuya leaned against the wall in a mess.

Her original noble image has disappeared at this moment, and is replaced by a miserable picture.

Her hair was disheveled, her face was covered in dirt and blood, looking like a wanderer on the streets and alleys, losing her former dignity and reserve.

She held a heavy machete in her right hand, and her left hand tightly held a blood-stained dagger, gasping violently.

Her body was covered with various wounds, and the wound on her left shoulder was particularly deep, and blood was still flowing out, dyeing her clothes even more red.

The scratches on her right arm were also terrible, and the rolled flesh looked particularly hideous.

But despite his serious injuries, Princess Fuya still did not give up on resistance and was even ready to fight back at any time.

However, in this situation, her persistence and resistance were more like a futile struggle.

She was like a defeated beast, and although she was still breathing, she had already lost her former glory.

Boss Zhang's subordinates also suffered heavy losses in this battle, and more than 30 people who participated in the siege and killing of Princess Fuya died.

If it weren't for another group of men in black who ambushed other Japanese agents, they might have been rushed out by Princess Fuya.

But with the reinforcements from more than twenty men in black, even Princess Fuya was able to make any mistakes even if she was full of skills.

At this time, Boss Zhang walked over with a expressionless face. Looking at the corpse under his feet, he sighed slightly:

"Miss Fuya, you were beyond my expectations. I originally thought it would be easy to kill you, but I didn't want to lose so many of my brothers.

You are a character, I will give you the last dignity and let yourself break yourself!"

Princess Fuya tried to breathe a few times, controlled her breathing, and returned to her normal state.

But she was too tired and couldn't succeed if she took a few deep breaths.

She looked at Boss Zhang and knew that she could no longer be good today.

She looked down at the knife in her hand, and the tip of the knife was flashing with a cold light, as if reminding her of her upcoming destiny.

Princess Fuya felt a wave of despair coming to her heart. She knew that she had no way out. She was even more unwilling to be killed by the man in black in front of her, and especially her beautiful face, which was even more undesecrated.

Princess Fuya looked up at the dark night sky, and tears flashed in her eyes.

She remembered the Princess Mafuya who was killed by her, and she felt a little comfort in her heart.

This is retribution, it is her retribution for coming to China to kill innocent people.

Thinking of this, Princess Fuya closed her eyes tightly, and the knife in her hand suddenly pierced into her heart.

puff!

The sound of the cracked brocade came, and the splattered blood instantly dyed her chest red, and her body fell to the ground with trembling.

Looking at Princess Fuya who was vomiting blood in her mouth, Boss Zhang slowly turned around and took his brother to do another thing.
Chapter completed!