A few days later, Haojiang Peninsula Pier.

Minister Song and his subordinates stood beside the pier and were talking and laughing. The Japanese negotiating team not far away were also whispering, and a huge cruise ship was docked on the sea.

Both sides are waiting for the cruise ship to Hanoi to depart. According to the government's proposal, China and Japan will hold their third formal talks there.

The Japanese have no objection to this. As long as an agreement can be reached, there will be no difference between peace talks in Haojiang or Hanoi.

While talking, the whistle suddenly sounded, and black smoke columns emerged from the chimney and began to board the ship.

The other end of the city.

More than a dozen British AEC Matador O medium trucks whizzed past an unfinished road, with the truck loaded with dirt and stones heading towards the reclamation site.

This truck is also known as the "Matador" in the British army. It is equipped with a 7.6-liter diesel engine with a rating of 95 horsepower.

The abundant power can allow vehicles with a load of more than ten tons to reach a speed of up to 36 mph on the road. It has strong power and is fully worthy of the title of "Matador".

In the British colonies and spheres of influence, bullfighters trucks were widely used in military construction. During engineering construction, the Haojiang River, which is only one sea away from Hong Kong Island, is no exception.

Portugal has long lost the glory of the Age of Discovery. There is no decent automobile industry in China, so it can only import foreign vehicles at high prices, among which the British cars have the largest number.

First, I am afraid of the British's influence all over the world.

The second is another form of protection fee.

The reason why Haojiang Dianzhan bought these bullfighters was because there was no other choice.

Like the Portuguese city, the Portuguese began to reclaim land very early, and even in difficult wars, it never stopped.

This requires very reliable and high load trucks, which are not competent for in the current international market except for the bullfighter.

After the truck convoy drove for a while, three trucks slowed down. The white driver on the car greeted his companions and slowly stopped on the side of the road.

Bullfighters have many advantages, but also one disadvantage, that is, the engine temperature is prone to being too high and it requires stopping from time to time to cool down the engine. Therefore, this situation is normal and drivers have long been used to it.

When the convoy left, the dust brought about had not yet fallen, several men in work uniforms walked out of the roadside, quickly approached the three trucks that had stopped and met the driver.

"This is the reward for three people, each with 50,000 yen, and an old banknote that does not relate to the number."

The leader of the visitors was Wu Chunyang. He pressed the brim of his hat and gave each driver a bulging envelope, saying.

50,000 yen can be exchanged for more than 10,000 US dollars according to the current exchange rate of yen to US dollar.

The money can buy 850 tons of rice, dozens of acres of South American land, or 10 kilograms of international standard gold.

To put it better, more than 10,000 US dollars is equal to a brand new Sty Punk sedan, which is also a high-end thing that only a few people can afford in the United States.

Seeing a thick stack of banknotes, the eyes of the three truck drivers lit up. After checking the number and authenticity of the money, one of them happily handed the truck key to Wu Chunyang.

"Sir, the car is back to you. We have filled up fuel before departure. I wish you all a happy time."

With 50,000 yen, they can find a small country to live a carefree life without having to blow the sun in the Haojiang River.

As for why these mysterious men buy trucks, is it important?

unimportant.

Although white people have certain preferential treatment in Haojiang, money will not be automatically entered into the pocket. There are not many opportunities to become rich men, and only fools will give up.

Wu Chunyang took the key, looked around the vehicle, and after confirming that there was no problem, he gave the drivers a friendly suggestion.

"If you don't want to be wanted, the three of you better find a place to hide the money. My people will tie you up on the side of the road and wait until the matter is over before you take the money away. Don't worry, we will abide by the contract."

As soon as this was said, the three drivers rushed into the bushes like rabbits. No one wanted to become wanted criminals, even now Portugal has no deterrent power.

After a few minutes, the drivers walked back to the road and sat on the ground with a smile and stretched out their hands and feet.

The white skin gave them full confidence and were not afraid of the other party's rebellion. It was unnecessary and not worth killing three white people for this little money.

Looking at the fearless driver, Wu Chunyang looked around and looked at the road, nodding to his subordinates with a blank expression.

The little spies immediately took out the ropes and cloth strips, tied the driver and blocked their mouths, and carried the three of them to a secluded place to prevent passing vehicles and pedestrians from notice.

After handling the driver, he glanced at Time and waved his hand. A strange item was then moved out and loaded on the front of one of the trucks.

"Set off!"

After giving the order coldly, Wu Chunyang flexibly jumped onto the cab of the first truck, closed the door heavily, and waved to the back.

The truck started again and drove towards Haojiang Wharf in turn. The speed was slowly raised to the highest level. The Chinese on the road and rickshaws were avoiding each other when they saw this.

When the white police officer in the Public Security Department saw this, he stood by the roadside and laughed. It was obvious that he was not surprised and did not notice that the driver had changed the equipment of the person and the front of the car.

When it was one kilometer away from the dock, the windshields of the three trucks were destroyed from the inside, and the falling debris fell on the ground, making a crisp sound, and a "T" shaped intersection in front was clearly visible.

There are also three cars driving at the other end of the fork on the right side of the "T" font intersection, and the two cars on the front and rear were filled with fully armed Japanese intelligence personnel.

In the back row of the second car in the middle, someone was holding a briefcase, and there were two large-shouldered guards sitting next to him, and there were handcuffs locked between the handles and wrists of the briefcase.

This is the standard intelligence escort procedure:

The guard car is protected from front and rear, accompanied by personal guards, and the target object is locked.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Moreover, during driving, the three vehicles always maintain a distance of about 50 meters.

This distance can not only ensure that the operators have sufficient reaction time when encountering an attack, but also will not give the enemy a chance to intercept.

As long as the number of enemies is not large and the personnel quality is the same, the escort personnel can leave calmly with the help of transportation, and at least they can wait for rescue.

Seeing that the three cars were about to reach the intersection, the Japanese agent in the third guard suddenly found a truck coming out from behind. After a roaring engine, the other party approached at an extremely fast speed.

Almost at the same time, a truck also appeared opposite the guard truck at the front. The huge body occupied most of the road, and the harsh sound of the whistle and the ears were deafening.

"Baga!"

The head of the Japanese intelligence team on the front car noticed something was wrong and shouted at the driver loudly: "Hurry up the intersection on the left!"

Retreat is the right choice. No matter how strong the car is, it cannot confront the truck. Their goal is to escort the target to leave, not to fight against the enemy.

But everything was too late. Just as the driver was typing, the truck opposite suddenly accelerated and hit him head-on.

The huge kinetic energy directly caused the car's engine compartment to collapse into the cockpit. The two Japanese spies in the front row were squeezed into meat paste, and blood suddenly flew in the cabin.

The remaining two cars drivers tried hard to step on the brake pedal, leaving four charred brake marks on the road. The sharp brake sound was still there, and the rear car suffered the same fate as the front car.

The rear of the third car that had already stopped collided violently with the trailing truck. The broken iron sheet stabbed into the body of the Japanese agent like a sharp razor.

In the blink of an eye, the two guard cars became scrap iron, and the accompanying guards also lost their combat effectiveness, leaving only the most important second car.

The Japanese man holding a briefcase was smashed to the front row by the inertia of sudden brakes. As soon as he raised his head, he heard the whistling sound of getting closer and closer outside the car window on the left. Subconsciously turned his head and looked, and another truck rushed from the intersection.

What frightened him even more was that the front of the truck was equipped with a fork-shaped corner, and the shiny metal material shone in the sun, stabbing towards the car he was riding in.

On the other side, Wu Chunyang in the truck cab tied himself firmly to the seat with a rope, held the steering wheel tightly with both hands, stared at the target with both eyes, and gritted his teeth and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.

"Bang! So suck~"

The metal collision and twist sounded, and the truck hit the back door of the second car accurately. The impact angle easily penetrated the car's skin and performed free amputation surgery on the Japanese inside the car.

The position where the collision corner entered was exactly on the passenger's legs. The three Japanese in the back row were lying in the tattered car body, looking at the remaining limbs and fresh blood, and wailing desperately.

The truck continued to move forward with the car, until the car hit the wall and turned into a pile of scrap iron. Only then did Wu Chunyang raise his feet and jump down with a pale face.

"30 seconds, fast!"

He shouted at the little spy in the other two cars, pulled out an oil barrel, opened the lid and walked to the car, and began to splash hard.

At this time, the Japanese intelligence personnel in the second car had not completely died. They watched the other party pour gasoline on the car, and then they watched the other party throw a kerosene lighter over.

"Boom~"

Not only this car, but also the other two cars ignited a fire. The gasoline and the fuel leaked from the vehicle itself, three orange-red flames rose on the street in a moment.

As the saying goes, water and fire are ruthless. The high temperature of thousands of degrees will either be in a coma or a dying Japanese burn it to coke.

The briefcase, locked in handcuffs, melted and burned under the flames. The recordings collected by Japanese intelligence agencies have turned into a wisp of blue smoke.

Wu Chunyang looked coldly as the evidence was swallowed by the flames, and his frown relaxed slightly. A few days ago, the sound of car horns outside the hotel window reminded him.

Back then, the Jinling underground party used trucks to attack the agents' headquarters convoy and caught Xu Enzeng off guard. This time he could have copied the rules and dismantled the Japanese escort force with a carefully planned car accident.

In addition, he also realized that they did not need to try their best to regain the evidence, and it was enough to destroy it. When a fire burned, no evidence would be gone.

After repeated confirmation that there was no survivor left, Wu Chunyang glanced at the Haojiang people and police officers who were squatting on the roadside with their heads in their arms, quickly met with their subordinates, lifted up their clothes and flew to grab the fast-moving car, and headed for the private boat dock by the beach.

There, a machine ship has been anchored and can enter the waters of the Harbor City in just one hour after setting sail. The personnel participating in this mission can escape safely.

In just less than two minutes, attack, setting fire, retreat, and all the steps of the action were completed in one go. Wu Chunyang perfectly completed the work assigned by Zuo Zhong, but the matter was far from over.
Chapter completed!