late at night.

In the dark warehouse, in a secret room surrounded by many wooden boxes, a person was doing a brief introduction to the task before the action to dozens of men in black under the faint kerosene light.

"Risen Department Store is located in Haipang Road in the northwest corner of the public concession. It covers an area of ​​more than 600 square meters. There are two floors in total. The first floor is the business place and the second floor is the enemy's location.

According to reliable information, the number of enemies is about ten, the weapons and equipment are unknown, and the personnel tactical level is unknown, so I will be warned and don't take it lightly.

It is two o'clock in the morning. According to the order, we will launch an attack in two hours. I will post the architectural drawings later. You must remember the contents in it.

After entering the department store, no survivor will be left, and each body must be refilled. The entire operation time must be controlled within five minutes. If the police are late, they may arrive.

Finally, I would like to remind you that the three directions of this place are not far from the Chinese world. After the mission is completed, all the personnel who operate immediately retreat into the Chinese world. Have you heard that?"

"yes."

"Don't worry."

"clear."

The people in black whispered to reply, thinking that they were not interested. They felt that this task was not too difficult, and the operation location was so close to the Chinese world that problems were easy to remedy.

"Okay, then we will be divided into three groups, one is the attack group and twenty people, the second is the support group and fifteen people, and the third is the cover group and ten people."

The person who spoke before grouped the personnel, then took out a map and placed it under the oil lamp, and arranged the tasks of each group.

"A group entered the store from the front door and was responsible for the main attack tasks. After entering, they didn't have to worry about the first floor and went directly to the second floor to carry out fire raids.

Group 2 follows behind, you must control all the entrances and exits of the target and not give the other party a chance to escape.

The three groups gather further away, and they will be responsible for blocking and protecting vehicles when they encounter enemy support or patrol.

This mission can only be successful but not failed. If I know who passively avoids the war, I will be merciless in my hand. I will pass the drawings below, and you will only have five minutes to do so."

After the brief pre-war meeting, the man in black looked at a drawing with a seal from the Ministry of Works, quietly left the warehouse, and took various means of transportation to the communist public concession.

Three:50 a.m.

The two sides of Haifang Road were filled with refugees who had nowhere to live. Suddenly someone woke up from his sleep, raised his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes and pricked up his ears, as if he had heard something.

Soon, several trucks covered with canvas slowly drove from a distance, and the dazzling lights shook past the crowd. Several refugees blocked their eyes and looked at the convoy, then quickly lowered their heads and trembled all over.

I saw a masked man holding a submachine gun standing on each pedal on both sides of the car door. At this time, the one who dared to openly hold guns in the concession was either the Cao Gang personnel or the troops or spies from both China and Japan.

None of these people is easy to mess with. The refugees trembled and squeezed together and curled up together. They were so scared that they didn't dare to breathe. They secretly prayed that God would bless these people to leave as soon as possible.

But there are also other types of refugee groups that are all made up of adult men and rarely communicate with outsiders. They are not afraid of it. After careful observation for a while, someone in the crowd whispered.

"Go to report to Yamamoto Shaozuo, the enemy appears."

"Hayi."

At 3:55 a.m.

The front of the Risheng Department Store was extremely quiet. Two trucks stopped at the intersection, one left and one right. The armed personnel jumped out of the truck and formed a battle formation along both sides of the road.

With the help of signs, telephone poles and other items, they approached the target little by little, with flexible movements and skillful skills and skillful skills, and seemed to have received rigorous training.

After successfully reaching the target door, the two vanguards in the front listened to the door and confirmed that there was no movement inside. Then they took off the cone grenade from their side and tied it to the door knocker.

This grenade was improved by the German-made M24 grenade of Gongxian Arsenal, and is more suitable for the Chinese hand shape and strength. It is known for its great power. It charges more than 50 grams of medicine and it is naturally no problem to explode a small wooden door.

After arranging the weapons to break the ball, the vanguards buckled a wire rope on the tail of the grenade and prepared to retreat to a safe position to pull and detonate, and then rushed in and start killing.

"Ding~Ding~Ding~"

At this moment, a few crisp metal brittle sounds sounded behind the heavy door panel.

The armed personnel present were all familiar with this sound, which was the sound of a collision between the grenade safety pin and the ground. The vanguard suddenly opened his mouth wide, with a hint of fear in his eyes, trying to turn around and escape.

Unfortunately, it was too late. The shock wave quickly passed through the window and hit a row of armed personnel with glass fragments, making blood holes.

The huge wave of air rushed towards them, deforming their facial muscles and flying lightly, and time seemed to stagnate at this moment.

In the last few seconds of his life, everyone aimed at the department store with a little unwillingness, and then the fire in the children's hole became closer and brighter.

"Boom~~~"

Several explosions followed completely broke the silence of the Haifang Road, and the surrounding light bulbs shattered at the same time.

Several corpses with white smoke fell to the ground, like broken dolls, and their weapons had long become a twisted scrap iron.

Without waiting for the armed personnel to react, the wooden window on the second floor of the building opposite Risheng Department Store opened with a slam, and two remnants of machine guns opened fire crazily.

The 7.7mm mm machine gun bullet swept across the street at a speed of 600 rounds per minute. No object could withstand such powerful attacks. The armed personnel who had just been blown up by a grenade had no power to fight back against the attack.

The pure copper shell fell on the cement floor and emitted a rhythm of bells.

Two masked men curled up behind a seemingly solid cement base. After licking the flames above their heads, they collapsed weakly in place. At such a close distance, the terrifying firepower of the heavy machine gun was most perfectly displayed.

Faced with the fierce shooting, a tall masked man suddenly stood up, picked up an original Swiss Filari machine gun and fired back, but the 25 rounds in the magazine were shot into a sieve as soon as two shots were fired.

The sound of gunfire, the moan of pain (harmony) and the roar of despair form a terrifying music.

Yamamoto stood at the window like this, ignoring the shuttle bullets and watching all this with a smile.

The Deep Sea Plan was successful, and soon he could see Zuo Chong with his own eyes.

This stinger that was rooted in the hands of the empire was finally removed, and the Chinese intelligence agencies will face a complete failure.

The Tokyo commendation, promotion order and even medal seemed to be in front of us. Yamamoto couldn't help but feel excited. He waved his hand suddenly and issued an order to strengthen the attack.

Just as the Japanese launched a massacre (defense and harmony) killing at the entrance of Risheng Department Store, refugees on the road in the distance heard the dense gunshots and ran away in the direction away from the gunshots.

However, a group of people in the crowd rushed towards the scene of the incident against the flow of people. There were nearly a hundred people, holding 35-year-old naval rifles and other weapons in their hands, and quickly approached the fire exchange with a short body.

These people were two Marine squads sent by Okawa Uchi Atsushi to support Yamamoto. They had previously been hidden among the refugees and launched a fatal blow to the attackers from the periphery.

The cover team on the periphery was about to go to support their companions, but they were beaten by the raid behind them to throw away their armor. Twenty-five to one hundred, and they responded in a hasty fight. The result can be imagined.

Twenty minutes later, the gunfire completely stopped. The Japanese army dragged the bodies to the open space and arranged them neatly for a long time. After counting the number of people, one person ran to Yamamoto and stood attentively and bowed his head.

"Shaozuo, a total of 45 people, 41 people died, 2 people seriously injured, and 2 people slightly injured."

"Let's go and see our friends."

Yamamoto smiled slightly, stepped in front of several prisoners tied to the ground, reached out to take off the mask from one of his face, and asked a question in a stern tone.

"Where is the left peak? I only asked once."

The other party seemed to be frightened and did not answer at all.

"Okay, I'm worthy of being the Secret Service."

Seeing that the prisoner was not speaking, Yamamoto smiled and praised, then suddenly pulled the gun at the head and pulled the trigger. A blood arrow spurted out from the back of the captain's head and fell heavily to the ground.

After killing one person, he asked the others coldly again: "I'll ask again, where is Zuo Chong? As long as I am willing to cooperate, the Japanese Empire will never treat it unfairly..."

"We are from the agents headquarters, Zuo Chong has nothing to do with us."

Before he could finish speaking, another slightly wounded prisoner quickly knelt on the ground and shouted loudly while kowtowing.

“Nani!

??”

Yamamoto was dizzy when he heard this and grabbed the other party's collar: "Baga, you are clearly a member of the Secret Service, why don't you admit it? As the intelligence elite of the government, do you not even have the courage to admit your identity?"

"I'm wronged. What I said is true. Director Xu called at night and ordered the new intelligence chief to lead us to attack an underground party stronghold and demand that the personality inside be killed.

He was beaten to death by you just now, and the body was there. I can show you. I don’t know anything else. Please let me go.” The captain explained cryingly.

Agent headquarters, Xu Enzeng, phone number.

In the flash of lightning, Yamamoto thought of a possibility and immediately widened his eyes and shouted at his subordinates.

"Hurry! Hurry! Go to Rongcheng Road! Hurry to Ji Yunqing's mansion!"

After saying that, he ran to the car. The other people didn't know what was going on, but they jumped into the car without hesitation. Many cars rushed out like arrows off the string and rushed on the concession road at the highest speed.

Street lights flashed quickly across Shan Ben's black face, and the elite intelligence officer felt cold in his heart. He originally thought that he could get rid of Zuo Chong by setting a trap by Ji Yunqing, Chang Yuqing and Long Wu.

Now it seems that he is too optimistic, and the other party is even more difficult to deal with than he thought. He actually found that there was something wrong with the department store and used the agent headquarters as a scapegoat to attract their attention.

"Quick, quicker!"

Thinking of this, even though the driver had stepped on the accelerator to the fuel tank, Yamamoto still kept urging that Rongcheng Road was not far from Haifang Road, and they might have a chance.

There are so many bodyguards and guards in the Ji Mansion, the villa is strong and the interior structure is complex. The secret service department should not be able to fight in a short period of time. Yes, that must be the case.

He looked at his watch and was anxious, praying all the gods he could think of, hoping that Ji Yunqing's subordinates could hold on for a while longer.

After more than ten minutes of high speed, the car rushed into Rongcheng Road. Looking at the Ji Mansion, which had turned into a sea of ​​fire in the corner of the street, Yamamoto murmured in a daze.

“Baga…….”

Time goes back to 3:30 am.

In the office of Tongheng Restaurant, Zuo Chong and Gui Youguang were talking in a quiet voice around a construction blueprint under the desk lamp.

"Deputy Director, Chang Yuqing is really in Ji Mansion?"

The big bald man seemed a little disbelief and scratched his head and asked in confusion: "We have been staring at the target for so long and have not found any suspicious signs."

"Isn't there really?"
To be continued...