Chapter 34: Kill Them All
Can you imagine the scene when a group of people are excitedly playing with firearms, and suddenly a group of men holding axes rush in shouting and killing?
Especially on the truck behind, Lieutenant Yamamoto Tatsuo is showing off his Taisho Type 92 heavy machine gun to several hooligans.
At this moment, suddenly a group of people holding axes rushed over just like that.
On the other side, Ishikuro Tora’s mind also started to malfunction.
Wasn’t it supposed to be two trucks of medicine? What they saw when they rushed in were two trucks of weapons.
Especially a Taisho Type 92 heavy machine gun, with its pitch-black muzzle pointing right at them.
In an instant, the scene fell into dead silence, only the few dimly yellow electric lights on the warehouse ceiling swaying gently in the evening breeze.
The scariest thing is the air suddenly becoming quiet.
Yamada Yasushi curiously asked Chen Yang beside him: “Mr. Chen, are these your people? What do they want?”
Chen Yang held back his laughter and said seriously: “Yamada-kun, I don’t know these people, but from their earlier behavior, I can confirm they are here to rob.”
“Oh, to rob,” Yamada Yasushi didn’t react immediately.
“What? Here to rob?”
“Yamamoto-kun, prepare the machine gun, Mizukawa-kun, prepare to feed ammunition.”
The Japanese Taisho Type 92 heavy machine gun is also known as the wild chicken neck.
Its theoretical rate of fire can reach four hundred rounds per minute, but due to defects in its ammunition feed system, it can only fire thirty rounds at a time, so in addition to one machine gunner, it requires an ammunition feeder.
Yamamoto Tatsuo is the military police squad captain, also promoted from the gunner position, and is very familiar with the machine gun’s structure.
Nearby, Mizukawa Kiyoshi pried open the ammunition box, picked up a green iron box; this kind of box contains machine gun dedicated ammunition, already linked magazines, a row of thirty rounds, each row weighing just under one kilogram, with twenty rows up and down, plus the iron box totaling twenty-three point five kilograms.
Opening the box, Mizukawa Kiyoshi deftly snapped on the ammunition, “click click,” two sounds, ammunition loaded, at Yamada Yasushi’s command, Yamamoto Tatsuo on the rear truck immediately disengaged the machine gun safety.
The next second, the warehouse echoed with a “cluck cluck cluck” machine gun sound, which indeed sounded like a rooster with a stuck throat crowing.
No wonder it’s called the wild chicken neck.
At the instant the machine gun fired, Ishikuro Tora finally reacted and rolled behind cover.
Sweat kept oozing from his right hand gripping the axe.
He fled to Shanghai in the Republic of China year fourteen due to famine, and dreamed of joining the Axe Gang because he admired Shanghai boss Wang Yaqiao.
However, joining the Axe Gang had thresholds, and this kind of low-level hooligan naturally had no qualifications.
Later, Wang Yaqiao was arrested due to betrayal by his subordinate Yu Limin and died in Wuzhou.
The Axe Gang was thus disbanded, and Ishikuro Tora took the opportunity to join Zhang Xiaolin’s ranks under the Axe Gang’s name.
As a thug monitoring and assisting Xie Yuankui, he had always used the Xinkaihe Wharf as his base to develop his own forces.
Over these more than ten years in Shanghai, he started as a small hooligan, scrambling and fighting, seizing territory, chopping people, getting chopped; these things were everyday occurrences for him.
But he never imagined that one day he would be swept by a heavy machine gun.
This world is too crazy; just a small matter of gangs fighting over weapons territory, and they actually deployed a heavy machine gun.
The cover in the warehouse was indeed not very effective against the heavy machine gun.
Don’t think hiding behind some box will help; that’s a heavy machine gun, not a Nambu Pistol.
The machine gun sweep lasted two or three minutes until all the ammunition in the box was fired, and the shrill sound finally stopped abruptly.
The warehouse at this time could only be described as a scene of devastation.
The heavy machine gun’s powerful penetration could easily shatter human limbs and also tear apart hooligans hiding behind wooden boxes, limbs separating, blood flowing like rivers.
Lin Xueyi waved his hand, and several of his men holding Type 38 rifles went to check one by one.
In just this short time, this group was almost completely wiped out; even Ishikuro Tora hiding behind cover had been hit by two bullets and was spitting blood heavily.
Thud thud thud, footsteps came from the rear of the warehouse, and more than a dozen Sixteen Rows Wharf hooligans were seen escorting a group of people in through the back door.
“Fifth Brother, we caught a batch of live ones.”
“These people wanted to ambush at the back door but were surrounded by the brothers.”
Lin Xueyi nodded and turned his gaze to Chen Yang, as if asking him what to do.
Chen Yang sighed slightly, beckoned Lin Xueyi over, and whispered a few words in his ear.
Lin Xueyi’s expression changed slightly, but he still nodded.
Walking a few steps to the group, he stared at the leader coldly and said: “Dog Master, coming to my Sixteen Rows Wharf Warehouse in the middle of the night—don’t tell me you’re full and bored, out for a stroll with your little brothers.”
The Dog Master that Lin Xueyi referred to was Ishikuro Tora’s sworn brother, Gou Erquan.
“Lin brother, misunderstanding, this is just a misunderstanding.” Gou Erquan smiled obsequiously, but Lin Xueyi was full of disbelief.
“Dog Master, we’ve met a few times, and I don’t want to wipe you all out.” Lin Xueyi bent down to pick up Ishikuro Tora’s axe and said flatly: “This matter boils down to you breaking the rules first.”
“Don’t say I won’t give you a way out; your brothers are so badly injured, so trouble Dog Master to send them on their way, don’t let them suffer anymore.”
Gou Erquan’s face instantly turned pale; having to strike down his sworn brother in front of so many people—if word got out, how could he still mix in the underworld?
“Take it.” Lin Xueyi shouted loudly, startling Gou Erquan into a shudder.
Trembling, he took the axe from Lin Xueyi’s hand, walked to Ishikuro Tora, looked at Ishikuro Tora still spitting blood heavily, and said shakily: “Tiger Brother, this life I owe you; next life I’ll repay it all.”
As soon as the words fell, Gou Erquan unhesitatingly raised the axe in his hand and chopped down on Ishikuro Tora’s neck.
“Fifth Master, from now on brothers will eat with you; up the knife mountain, down the fire sea, one word from you, brothers will die without regret.”
Lin Xueyi took the axe and nodded slightly to his men behind him.
That group followed suit, also forcing the men brought by Dog Master to swing the butcher’s blade at their own companions.
The wailing in the warehouse soon quieted down; looking at the blood-soaked crowd, Chen Yang slowly walked to Lin Xueyi’s side: “Second Brother, now you can proceed to the next step.”
Lin Xueyi said hesitantly: “Chen Yang, do you want to think again? Boss Zhang is not an ordinary hooligan; he controls half of Shanghai, clashing head-on with him like this brings no benefits.”
Chen Yang chuckled lightly: “Clash head-on, heh, so what? Since we’ve taken this path, we’ll clash sooner or later; if you want to leave them a way out now, what if one day someone has a gun to your head—will they leave you a way out?”
“Second Brother, the underworld is not just about favors and relations, but also fighting and killing.”
Lin Xueyi was silent for a moment, then couldn’t help asking: “Chen Yang, what exactly do you want to do?”
Chen Yang smiled lightly and whispered in Lin Xueyi’s ear: “I want all Shanghai’s wharves to bear the surname Chen one month from now.”
