I am a hooligan 20

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Back at the camp, I took a nice hot shower. The blood on my body had dried. Damn, I couldn't stand not washing, could I?
The Japanese girl I'd chosen was huddled in the corner, looking at me with a terrified expression. I cursed, "What are you looking at? Damn, I'm going to fuck you, what's wrong with that? Damn, Japanese women are just sluts."

I pounced on her. She was probably already terrified, and even after I ripped off her clothes, she didn't react. Damn, I threw her on the bed and frantically rushed in. That's when this slut suddenly started screaming. Damn, what's all the screaming about? Look down there, no wonder she's screaming, she's bleeding. Damn.

I couldn't be bothered with her screams, I just assumed she was moaning. This was easy, lasting from 12:40 PM to 5:00 PM. Damn, can't scream anymore, huh? Actually, she passed out around 3:00 PM, I woke her up and continued, then she passed out again, I did it about 10 times. I said to Chi You, "Damn, see that? I'm pretty powerful. I've knocked her out so many times." Chi You snorted, "Damn, if you're so capable, wait until I've found the whole body and compare with me. I'll just kill her." Damn, compared to you, your size is at least five times mine. It's no wonder she died.

So satisfying, damn it, I killed your bastard this morning, and this afternoon I'm here to kill you. So fucking satisfying. I dragged her out the door, pulling her hair, and said to the henchmen at the door, "She's still a virgin, just deflowered by me. You guys take her and have your fun. Be gentle, play with her for a couple of days, don't kill her in one day. Japanese women are good, at least they can withstand 100 men. Be careful, they'll be enough for you to play with." The henchmen chuckled and carried the constantly crying Japanese slut downstairs.

Damn, satisfying, venting my anger, so exhilarating. When will I finally get to go to Japan and properly harass her? That would be truly satisfying.

Just then, Long Face, rubbing his back, ran up: "Boss Hou and the others are treating us to a celebratory drink. Several out-of-town bosses are here; let's go meet them."

Of course, having more friends means having more connections. Especially in our line of work, you never know when you might need something and have to ask these bosses for help.

"Come on, try this abalone..." Damn, what's so special about that? Where isn't there a seafood market these days? Abalone is nothing. Long Face and I weren't really enjoying the meal. After all, this is Shanghai; there are too many high-ranking officials. Even if there's a delicacy, it's quickly gone. Unlike where we're from, we can eat almost anything except pandas and tigers.

A group of bosses were flattering Long Face and me until we were a little embarrassed. Long Face shouted, "It's just killing a few dogs, what's the big deal? It's nothing, nothing. Which boss would be in charge?"

Hehe, Chi You and I chuckled to ourselves. Damn, without me, things really would be different. Did those Japanese really think they were so easy to deal with? While

eating, drinking, and chatting, we made a plan. Fire Phoenix is in charge of contacting the authorities. A curfew will be in effect tomorrow night, strictly prohibiting large-scale troop movements. We will launch a full-scale attack, raiding three Japanese strongholds. One is a securities exchange, with about 150 Japanese soldiers, managed by several bosses in central Japan. Another is a beef processing plant, managed by several bosses near Guangzhou, guarded by about 100 Japanese soldiers. Guangzhou is also under pressure, so not many people are coming from there. The third is a dock warehouse where the Japanese are storing arms, with about 200 Japanese soldiers and firearms. We, Green Fire, will be the main attackers, with Fire Phoenix providing support. We've even prepared 20 ambulances. Wang, the leader of the Fire Phoenix gang, a middle-aged man with a sinister aura who held a higher position than Hou and his two companions, slammed his fist on the table: "Brothers of Green Fire, bring out all the heavy firepower

you can. At most, the newspapers will report an oil tank explosion at the dock, and we'll curse the fire department. There's no one there at night; it's safe." Long Face and I exchanged a sinister smile. Damn it, they brought 50 M4s, 200 AKs, and 300 pistols. Did they think Green Fire was here to play around? Not to mention those 30 rockets. The boss had invested, so we had to show off.

During the meal, people kept asking about the morning's clearing operation, and Hou embellished the story. Actually, aside from the fact that the Japanese didn't have intact corpses, he exaggerated a lot. Why weren't they intact? To satisfy Chi You's perverse desires, before leaving, I ordered my men to chop the corpses of about 60 Japanese into more than ten pieces each. Just look at the expressions on these guys' faces as they looked at Long Face and me; you can tell that the name of Green Fire has now become truly famous.

Even so, Chi You scolded me: "Why don't you eat their hearts? Fresh hearts are fiery hot, fragrant, and crunchy." I licked my lips, and Chi You showed me a clip of him holding a battlefield feast on his planet. Holy crap, I almost threw up on the spot. Damn it.

That night, listening to the women's screams coming from upstairs and downstairs was fucking satisfying. My underlings are such perverts, dragging those geishas onto the balcony to pose for pictures; it made me furious. Damn it. I ran to the balcony and yelled at the thugs upstairs and downstairs, "Only two times each, damn it, we have work to do tomorrow night. Don't let your legs go weak. Slit their throats after you're done, so they don't scream like ghosts. Need women? Damn it, the Japanese have plenty." The thugs upstairs and downstairs cheered, followed by even more pitiful screams from the women, with thugs laughing and cursing, "Damn it, wait a minute, only twice, let me cool down a bit before you come back." Damn...

During the day, Longface and I followed Boss Hou to visit their industrial park. Damn, a high-tech industrial zone covering hundreds of acres. If they didn't tell us, who would know the boss behind them was a gangster? Longface and I were incredibly envious. Just those few hard drive production lines, and they make billions a year. And there's no risk. Boss Hou said smugly, "Brothers, if you're interested, our company can support you with several production lines of various kinds. Labor is cheap where you are, opening a factory is respectable and safe, and the profits are huge. If you're interested, we can cooperate." Longface and I agreed without hesitation, "It's a deal." Damn it, we work ourselves to the bone, risking our lives, and only earn less than 1 billion a year. Who wouldn't want to open a factory like this? As long as we have machines and managers, damn it, we're rich. Rich.

As night fell, the brothers were fully armed.

The first team, led by Longface and me plus five junior officers, consisted of 50 men, all equipped with M4s and silencers. The second team, with 200 AKs, was lying in ambush at key locations on the outskirts. According to the map, 20 small teams had been dispatched, each with a designated leader. Damn it, one principle: don't let a single one escape.

On the outer perimeter, 250 brothers armed with pistols were responsible for blocking any scum trying to escape. I gave them a death order: "Even if you die, don't disgrace your ancestors. Nail those scum to the ground. Damn it, the Japanese you're in charge of, don't leave me a whole corpse. I reckon you have plenty of time, so cut them into 2-3 pound chunks of meat. Understand?" The brothers, their eyes red, roared in agreement.

Fifty key brothers, besides heavy firepower, were also equipped with pistols. Damn it, what kind of gang are we? Every year, the boss organizes 1000 good guys for military training deep in the mountains. Damn, we're practically an army. Damn it. Damn it, damn it. Damn it, damn it, damn it. Kill all the Japanese.

Chi You was surprisingly calm this time, which surprised me. I asked him on the forum, "Brother, are you alright?" Chi You chuckled, "Damn it, I'm planning how to kill the Japanese. Kill their emperor. Rape and murder all their women..." Damn, no wonder he's the Demon King, much more ruthless than me. Chi You snorted, "Damn it, we must massacre the city, don't you want to? Last time I copied your head, the deepest part of your head is called Nanjing, isn't it, hehe..." I didn't say anything, my face dark and eyes red as I touched my gun. Fuck you, if your grandfather was dismembered in Nanjing, and your grandmother was gang-raped, what would you do if you saw the Japanese? Tell me.

The Shanghai docks at night, damn it, a huge, dark place, so many containers and warehouses, no wonder those bastards chose this place to hide their weapons.

Crouching low, the main force of 50 men stealthily approached the target warehouse, a single-story structure, 120 meters long, 50 meters wide, and 10 meters high. On the perimeter, four brothers, each carrying seven rockets, are ready to fire. The brother with the AK is 200 meters away. Heh heh, when the Japanese run out, they'll probably think there's no danger after running more than 100 meters. Once their guard is down, they'll have a delicious meal of peanuts.

According to Fire Phoenix's intelligence, there are about 210 hybrids among them.

The long-faced man raised his hand and swung it down violently. Four rockets simultaneously emitted a sharp, eerie whistle, crashing into the warehouse and exploding inside. In less than three minutes, all 30 rockets had been fired. A scream erupted inside, and half the warehouse collapsed.

I roared, "Brothers, if you're a man, charge!" In a flash, 50 men, armed with M4s, charged through the collapsed door. Sweep! Sweep anyone they saw! Damn it.

The 48 junior officers and henchmen, all somewhat trained by the hired instructors, crouched low and charged into the warehouse. Their sporadic resistance was utterly ineffective. Watching helplessly as over 30 dark figures escaped through the other door, I angrily unleashed a burst of fire. Damn it, it wasn't as satisfying as using a knife. I was killed before I even saw them. Damn it, who gave the crap that idea to use RPG-7s? Damn it, no fun at all. Chi You chuckled and said, "Damn it, wasn't it you, the impotent one, who said to bombard them with RPG-7s first?" Huh? Me? I don't remember.

After checking the corpses in the warehouse, the crisp sound of AK gunfire could be heard outside. I coldly said, "Check if they have anything valuable on them. Strip them all off and give them to Boss Hou and the others to sell and donate to Project Hope." Damn it, I'm not that kind-hearted to donate money myself. It's Japanese money, I don't care how much I donate. We never touch money on the dead, it's bad luck.

The underlings cheered and carefully searched each corpse.

After a thorough inspection, finding no survivors, with a whoosh, the 50 men withdrew.

Outside, damn it, how come there are 7 survivors?

I cursed, "Damn it, which bastard left them alive?" A junior leader trembled and said, "They surrendered. We said we'd keep them to avenge the bosses." Damn, that's promising. I patted the underling on the shoulder: "Not bad, quick-witted. Promising. Take him with you, the Fire Phoenix mob is coming soon." I counted my underlings; a dozen or so were wounded, but none of them were heavy, just pieces of flesh. We'd barely walked 500 meters when the entire warehouse behind us turned into a mushroom cloud. Damn, ruthless, no need to clean up the bodies.

Sure enough, the next day, the newspaper reported: "A liquefied petroleum gas tank exploded at the Shanghai docks; the specific cause is under investigation by the fire department."

Back at the base, I contacted all the bosses; they were all in a basement. Why? Damn, they didn't leave any survivors; now they're here to have their fun.

Damn, I've seen this kind of thing with Long Face a lot, so I just went for it. I used a hook to forcefully pull about 20 pounds of flesh off a muscular scumbag. Longface used a dagger to slice off about 50 meters of skin, piece by piece, and then said to the men, "Gentlemen, our performance is over. Feel free to do as you please."

Damn it, why were they all pale-faced, looking at Longface and me like we'd seen ghosts? Unfortunately, there aren't many companies in China that do this kind of business. These men mostly use whips, sticks, boiling water, ice, branding irons, and the like. For the truly quintessential Chinese techniques of torturing prisoners, you still have to come to me.

Longface and I, without hesitation, demonstrated to the men how to physically and mentally torture a scumbag. The result was that after three hours, only about 1000 pounds of scraps of flesh remained, and only three men were left.

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