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Chapter 1050

"Mr. Xiaolin, please speed up. Your Excellency Oya has already set off for the pier. We must meet up as soon as possible."

In the monitoring point of the Japanese army, the Kwantung Army spy leader who came to check the situation walked up to a monitoring officer who was packing up the equipment, and whispered a reminder.

"Hay."

Mr. Xiaolin, whom this population called, replied, and unplugged the power of a machine, speeding up the evacuation.

Another person in the room packed more than a dozen wire tapes into a suitcase, and handcuffed one end to his own wrist and the other end to the handle of the suitcase.

This is the standard procedure for escorting important information. If the box is in the person, the box is lost and the person is dead.

Soon the traces of life and objects in the three-story villa were cleaned up, and several Kwantung Army spies leaned against the window to guard the direction of the courtyard gate.

At the feet of these people, there was a Type 96 light machine gun impressively. The 30-round magazine above the gun body reflected a gloomy light under the candlelight.

This kind of machine gun is the masterpiece of Nambu Kijiro. It is more unreliable than the exotic Taisho 5-type light machine gun, but at least it does not need to be loaded with 5 rounds of [-] rounds, and it is much better in terms of firepower persistence.

Just as Zuo Zhong and others were worried, the Japanese really prepared heavy firepower and were ready to fire at any time to seal the courtyard gate.

Not long after, the equipment boxes were piled up in the middle of the living room, and the devils began the final cleaning and inspection.

Kobayashi and the Kwantung Army spy leader walked from the basement to the first floor, counted the number of items according to the list, and talked in a low voice.

A ghost spy glanced at the two of them after hearing the sound, then turned to look at the courtyard gate, and suddenly saw something burning under the iron gate.

In the next second, his eyes widened, and he threw himself at the Type 96 light machine gun on the ground, shouting with all his strength.

"Enemy attack!"

Before the words were finished, several M24 grenades with smoking tails flew into the courtyard from outside the courtyard wall, and landed near the window sill with a bang.

One of them hit the window impartially, shattered the glass and threw it into the living room, rolling quickly on the wooden floor.

"Boom~"

Accompanied by the shock wave, deafening explosions exploded in the enclosed space, and the two Japanese spies were immediately overturned to the ground by the air wave.

The fragments of the M24 grenade body were like razor blades, flying relentlessly in all directions, screaming one after another.

No matter how elite the Kwantung Army was, it was flesh and blood, and there were heavy casualties immediately. Before the other dizzy devils could react, a more violent explosion occurred at the gate of the courtyard.

The thin iron door was torn into pieces by three grenades and thrown high into the sky. A loud noise broke the tranquility above Hong Kong Island.

"action."

Almost at the same time as the second explosion sounded, Zuo Zhong, who was leaning against the left corner of the courtyard wall, made a gesture to the three-member team on the opposite side.

Before the smoke and dust from the explosion had dissipated, the six people were dressed in black, wearing masks, stepped on the wreckage of the iron gate, and rushed into the courtyard in a battle formation.

At this time, in addition to the painful groans in the villa, there was only the crackling and burning sound of the wooden windows, and the scene was in a mess.

Seeing this scene, Zuo Zhong cursed secretly, who would have thought that a grenade could be thrown into the house through the wall, if the evidence is blown up, they will be in vain today.

Now he could only pray that the devil who kept the tape was lucky and was not affected by the explosion. Thinking of this, he decisively issued an order.

"Break the door and clean it up."

Hearing the order, Chao Hou rushed to the door of the living room first, put his foot on the door lock, then turned around and hid outside the shooting range.

The door of the room opened in response to the sound and slammed against the wall. A puff of smoke came out of the door, and someone was vaguely heard shouting something in Japanese amidst the confusion.

Looking sideways at the room, Chao Hou took a deep breath, held the gun with the "left style" action technique, stepped on small steps and walked in with a bowed body.

Zuo Zhong and Kuang Fuan followed closely behind. The three started searching from the left side of the living room, while another group of 3 people moved towards the stairs from the right.

"Baga~"

"Bang~"

A bullet flew out of Chao Hou's gun, and made a blood hole in the forehead of a fallen Japanese spy, and the cursing stopped abruptly.

In indoor combat, automatic firepower such as submachine guns should be used according to the operational habits of the military command, but this operation is different.

What Shancheng needs is evidence. The scattering area of ​​​​the submachine gun is too large to be controlled. If it hits the tape, it will lose the meaning of action.

What's more, if six pistols fire at the same time, they can form a firepower advantage in a short period of time. Coupled with the operational quality of the personnel, it is enough to clean up the monitoring points.

But Zuo Zhong made an unexpected discovery, that is, Kuang Fu'an also knows "Zuo-style" movement skills.

Although the opponent concealed his actions, as the "inventor" of the "left-style" action technique, he couldn't hide this from him.

How did Kwong Fuan learn it?
You must know that this is a professional course of the special training class of the military reunification, and the teaching materials are strictly confidential, and only internal personnel can access it.

Could it be that some of the instructors of the special training class have underground parties, or have underground parties mixed in with the students of the special training class, or both?
And why did Kuang Fuan expose his "left-style" action skills.

Tentative?

The other party might have guessed about his identity, and wanted to use this method to test himself, Zuo Zhong instantly thought of many possibilities.

On the other side, everyone continued to shoot at the fallen Japanese spies, shooting as they walked, leaving corpses all over the place, and the living room was cleaned up in a blink of an eye.

Chao Hou leaned against the entrance of the basement, quickly replaced the magazines with new ones, quickly counted the corpses silently in his mind, and found that the number was not right.

A group of Japanese came from Judd Town and Li Fengzhou’s villa earlier. There were 7 to 8 of them, and there were at least 10 people at the monitoring point. Now there are only 5 corpses on the ground, which proves that there are still people alive.

"alert!"

He immediately turned around and shouted to everyone, then picked up a piece of wood from the broken furniture on the side, and slowly stuck it out of the corner.

The dim moonlight shone into the house through the broken window, casting the projection of the wooden board on the wall, which looked like a human figure.

At the corner of the entrance to the basement, a black gun was pointed at the shadow, and a finger pulled the trigger in the darkness.

"boom!"

"Accept the enemy!"

The wooden board in Chao Hou's hand was smashed to pieces, and the next second he gave a loud warning, took a flash bomb from his waist, pulled out the safety bolt and threw it down.

Flash bombs are used as the trump card of the military command. After the war between China and Japan, every district station has storage, and Gangcheng Station is no exception.

With a clang, the flashbang bounced off the wall and bounced down the stairs, and then several terrified Japanese shouts were heard.

The familiar explosion sounded again, and under the bright light of hundreds of thousands of lumens, the Japanese agent who was trying to attack Chao Hou dropped his weapon, covered his eyes and wailed in pain.

The Kwantung Army agent who led the team was a little farther away. At this moment, he endured the sharp pain in his eyes and ran to the stairs staggeringly, regardless of the tears on his face.

As soon as the grenade exploded, he moved the monitors and the suitcase containing the recordings to the basement, preparing to take advantage of the terrain to hold back the attackers.

As long as 15 minutes, the British they bought will bring the police to support them, but they didn't expect that the other party would have such immoral high-light weapons.

In the process of groping towards the stairs, the leading agent turned his head and shouted at Kobayashi, who was trembling with fright, ordering him to destroy the recording immediately.

Except for using a grenade when breaking the door, the assailant did not use it again after entering the room. Obviously, he was worried about something, and the most likely thing was the recording of the negotiation.

"Hay, Hay."

Hiding behind the bunker, Xiao Lin, who was not affected by the flash bombs, nodded repeatedly, took out the key from his pocket tremblingly, and crawled towards the person escorting the recording.

However, the visibility in the basement without the light source was very low. With the moonlight reflected from the stairs, only human figures could be seen, and it was impossible to see where the keyhole was.

Xiao Lin tried several times, but failed to align the key with the keyhole. Just as there were several gunshots from upstairs, his hand shook and the key fell to the ground.

The devil who escorted the recording anxiously reminded "lighter", Xiaolin, who was fumbling for the key, realized this, quickly took out the lighter and pressed it hard.

Faint flames illuminated the basement, and the leading agent on the stairs clung to the corner of the wall and carefully poked his head out, wanting to see the situation outside, but froze in place.

——A swarthy pistol was pressed against his forehead, and the gunman was wearing a mask with cold eyes.

"Bang~kuang~"

The sound of gunfire passed back and forth on the narrow stairs, and a bloody arrow shot from the back of the head of the leading agent and splashed on the wall. The fire seemed to be dyed red by blood, becoming extremely bright red.

Before the corpse fell to the ground here, Chao Hou pointed the still smoking muzzle at the Japanese spy who hadn't recovered his sight, and pulled the trigger again.

At the same time as he fired, Zuo Zhong and Kuang Fuan rushed into the basement from his side, and the pistols in their hands fired one after another, one on the left and the other on the right.

Xiao Lin, who was holding the lighter, just opened the suitcase, and was shot several times in the back, and fell down without saying a word, and got a baby-like sleep.

The escort reacted quickly, drawing out his gun and preparing to fight back, but Kuang Fu'an didn't give him a chance, and calmly punched several bullet holes in the opponent's chest.

In less than two seconds, all the Japanese in the basement were shot dead.

Zuo Zhong walked quickly to the two corpses, raised his hand and shot Xiao Lin and the escort several times in the head, completely severing the life of the other party, then drew out a dagger, and slashed hard at the handcuffed arm.

"There are still 5 minutes, replenish the gun and support the upstairs."

He indifferently cut the escort's wrists, glanced at his watch and said to Chao Hou who was checking the rest of the corpses, blood sprayed out one by one while speaking.

Chao Hou swallowed his saliva, shot twice to help the Japanese spy completely stop breathing, turned around and ran up the stairs, he is not afraid of killing people, but it is really hard for him to accept cutting people like pigs.

Kuang Fu'an looked normal, walked to Zuo Zhong and opened the box, picked up the lighter and looked at the tape, making sure that the most important goal of the trip was intact.

After killing so many people and making such a big commotion in Hong Kong City, if there is no evidence of Yan Baichuan's peace talks, it will be difficult to do anything in the future.

"Zi La~Zi La~Zi La"

On the other side, the creepy cutting sound lasted for dozens of seconds. The dagger successfully cut off the escort's hand, and the handcuffs came loose with a clatter.

Zuo Zhong threw the severed hand aside, closed the box and walked to the first floor with the handle in his hands, bumping into Chao Hou who was helping a operative down the stairs.

"How about it?"

"I was shot in the arm. It's not a big problem. All the enemies upstairs are cleared."

"Plant time bomb, retreat."

Zuo Zhong┴ nodded and replied, once the evidence is in hand, there is no need to stay at the scene, the police station or the Japanese will come to help at any time, it is better to leave early.

But sometimes he was afraid of what would happen. Just after he finished speaking, a police car siren came from outside, and the police station, which should have arrived in 15 minutes, arrived in less than 10 minutes.

It is also known from p shares that there must be a tacit understanding between the Japanese and the British. In the gold dollar society of Hong Kong City, you can buy anything with money, including the services of the police station┴.

Hearing the approaching sirens, Zuo Zhong suddenly took off his hood and smiled, and asked Kuang Fu'an three words in a relaxed tone, but the other party's answer was very affirmative.

"Comparison?"

"Compare!"

　My uncle passed away, please understand that some comments are slow to reply, and try to keep updating.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)