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Hearing Kuang Fu'an's answer, Zuo Chong smiled with satisfaction, turned around and walked outside the villa, looked at the dark road and asked Chao Hou a question.

"What about the things I asked you to prepare?"

"Please wait."

After Chao Hou finished speaking, he put his finger in his mouth and whistled, a small spy appeared from the darkness, trotted to the crowd and put down a wooden box.

Seeing this, Zuo Zhong squatted down to open the box, took out two Thomsons from inside, threw one of them to Kuang Fuan and pulled the bolt of the other.

After confirming that the submachine gun was working well, he kicked the suitcase with the tapes beside him, signaling Chao Hou to take the others to leave first.

"You take the boxes and retreat. The wounded don't go to the hospital or find a doctor. Let the doctor in the station perform surgery. That's fine, let's go."

"This"

"Let's go, a few colonial policemen can't keep me."

Interrupting Chao Hou's persuasion, Zuo Zhong handed several 100-round drum drums and several hand grenades to Kuang Fu'an, and the two of them rearmed to the teeth.

Hearing what the chief of the headquarters said, Chao Hou closed his mouth helplessly, and disappeared into the night with evidence of Yan Baichuan's surrender and several operatives.

Kuang Fuan looked at the brand-new American original Thomson, and exclaimed with joy that these Guo Party spies were really willing to spend money. In Shanghai, such a submachine gun was worth several small yellow croakers.

With such an expensive price, even the patrol room in the concession can't afford to equip it, he thought as he loaded the drum and loaded the gun skillfully.

"You are on the left, I am on the right, compare who will kill more enemies."

On the other side, Zuo Chong, who was ready to fight, raised Thomson with one hand, pointed to the bunkers on both sides of the road, and said with a smile.

Kuang Fuan raised his eyebrows, and moved behind a bunker in a low posture with the butt of the gun between his arms, aiming the gun in the direction of the siren.

Zuo Zhong shrugged, and quickly walked to a corner with his back against the wall, listening quietly to the sound of the approaching car engine on the road.

The reality is not a film and television drama. Standing in the middle of the road and shooting like Azu (New Police Story┴), it is easy to become a trapeze or a target.

In the distance, on a car approaching at high speed.

Inspector Winston of the Criminal Investigation Division of the Hong Kong Island Police Station sat in the co-pilot, constantly urging the red-headed guy who was driving to speed up, while looking anxiously at his watch.

He doesn't care about the life and death of those Japanese dwarves. What he cares about is that the final payment has not been paid. If the other party is all dead, who will he ask for the rest of the money.

How can he get promoted without money.

Whoever attacked the Japanese was blocking his way. The murderous Winston turned gloomy at the thought, and turned to tell his men in the back row.

"After arriving at the scene, shoot directly without warning. The majesty of the British Empire cannot be provoked."

"Yes, Sir."

Several plainclothes officers from the Criminal Investigation Department agreed happily, but secretly complained in their hearts. It's no problem to let them take advantage of the gangsters. It's really impossible to fight people desperately.

The sound of the explosion just now could be heard throughout Hong Kong Island. The other party must be a group of thugs, and they acted without any scruples. It is scary to think about dealing with such people.

But the boss has orders, and they have to listen. At worst, they will arrive at the scene and put on a show, raising their guns a little bit, presumably the other party will not kill them all.

Several people exchanged winks and reached a tacit agreement in secret. A salary of tens of dollars a month, what kind of life is there.

After finishing his speech, Winston stretched his head to look at the two cars behind him, and suddenly thought of something, and asked with a frown.

"Where is Dong Qiang, why didn't you see him when we assembled?"

Although Winston doesn't like this descendant of the Huayong team, he is still very relieved. After all, he is a descendant of the imperial colonial army.

The plainclothes men were also from Lu Province, and when they heard that the foreign devils wanted to make trouble for their own people, they hurriedly explained to Dong Qiang.

"Sir, Dongqiang asked for leave this morning, and I heard that he is not feeling well."

Winston snorted coldly, but didn't continue. After all, plainclothes had a certain status compared to ordinary Chinese police officers, so they couldn't be too harsh.

After thinking about it, he was about to warn his subordinates a few more words, since he had received the money, he had to do things well, but before he could open his mouth, the sound of gunfire suddenly rang out.

"Da da da~ da da da~~"

Two series of three bursts hit the car of Winston and others, and the windshield was immediately covered with white cracks, bullet holes, and a few clouds of blood mist.

The red-headed Ah San who was driving fell headlong on the steering wheel, let go of the accelerator, the speed of the car suddenly slowed down, and slowly slid forward.

"FxxK! Get off! Get off! There are enemies!"

Most of the white police officers on Hong Kong Island are retired from the army. As a former army officer, Winston's reaction was not slow. The moment the gunshot rang out, he ducked under the bridge.

After reminding the plainclothes officers, he pushed open the car door forcefully, not caring whether he might fall and get hurt, and jumped out of the car with a lopsided body, rolling towards a stinky ditch by the side of the road.

Many people say that the combat effectiveness of the British Army is weak. The reason is that out of the consideration of controlling global colonies, the priority of the British military construction has always been the navy.

Comparing the two, the British Army received very little funding and military resources, which could not be compared with the armies of countries with land power in the traditional sense.

This conclusion sounds fine, but it is actually quite wrong.

The British army is weak and it depends on who it is compared with. Compared with the Germans, the lobster soldier (the red uniform of the British army) is naturally a younger brother.

Even compared with the Japanese army whose equipment level was in the last European war, the third-line British army stationed in the colonies are not opponents of the devils.

But the first-line British troops in Europe are absolutely elite, as can be seen from Winston's series of actions.

Defending, escaping, and finding a bunker were done in one go. This is a former military officer. If he is an active military officer, his reaction will probably be more rapid.

When he was rolling towards the stinking ditch, the gunshots kept ringing, and the drivers of several cars behind were also beaten into a sieve. The convoy stopped slowly, and the scene was filled with shouts in various languages.

Cantonese, Shandong dialect, Asan dialect, English, the police officers after getting off the car all drew their weapons and aimed randomly at the surroundings.

Pingshi was used to being leisurely, and when this happened suddenly, they didn't know where the bullet came from until now.

"Bang Bang~"

Two more shots were fired, and a white police detective lying on the engine compartment with his ass pouted was bleeding from his upper body, and he collapsed to the ground without making a sound.

This made the rest of the people even more frightened. In the panic, some people fired wildly with the 0.38-inch Weberley MK.5 revolver regardless of whether they saw the target or not.

The result was a lonely fight, except for hitting some flowers, plants, bricks, stones and tiles, there was nothing to gain.

Compared with the panic at the police station, Kuang Fuan and Zuo Zhong fought very calmly in the dark, constantly changing positions and shooting at the target in short bursts.

On the battlefield, using fully automatic strafing all the time not only has a low hit rate, but also wastes bullets extremely. If the bullets are gone at a critical moment, the outcome will probably be bad.

However, controlling the rate of fire is not a simple matter, it is a test of the shooter's skills, and only experienced veterans can do it.

With the tactical level of Zuo Zhong and Kuang Fuan, it is of course no problem to do this. While shooting, the two silently counted the number of targets hit by each other and themselves.

One, two, three.
The plainclothes fell down like logs one by one. Some tried to escape, but they were beaten to death on the road before they could take a few steps.

Winston, who had just rolled into the ditch, heard the screams of his subordinates, gritted his teeth and poked his head out secretly, trying to find the shooter's location by using the muzzle flame and sound.

Two seconds later, he withdrew back blankly, hugging his knees and squatting in the water, pretending he didn't see or hear anything.

As a retired military officer who had been on the battlefield, Winston heard that the gunmen were using submachine guns, and they were two veterans with excellent marksmanship.

The automatic firepower that people use, what do they use, a revolver that fires one bullet at a time, the ammunition capacity is only 6 rounds.

Hit what? Hit with the head?
No one took the lead, and the ambush completely turned into a one-sided massacre. A few minutes later, all the plainclothes who followed Winston were lost, and the scene was horrible.

The corpses of the detectives lay on the ground on the road, and a few wounded leaned on the car, wailing weakly, and they were about to die.

After finishing playing a drum and replacing it with new ammunition, Zuo Zhong simply gave up hiding and shouted something in Japanese to Kuang Fu'an across the road.

"Friend, now I have one more than you, do you want to admit defeat?"

Although Kuang Fuan couldn't understand what the Guodang agent was yelling, he probably guessed what it meant. He didn't speak, but took out a grenade and pulled the fuse, waited for a few seconds and threw it far away.

In the stinking ditch.

Winston, who was cold and frightened, was trembling all over, and scolded the Japanese bloody in his heart. The gunman just spoke Japanese, it was a conspiracy!

But before he could greet the locust's relatives, something rolled in from outside the pit and fell into the water, hissing and emitting white smoke.

"FU"

Winston only had time to utter two letters before his face was distorted by the strong air waves, a dazzling light shone on the retina, and then there was no more.

Amidst the dull explosion, a jet of water rose into the sky, and Mr. Inspector's ass flew out with smoke, and he didn't know where it landed.

Seeing this, Zuo Zhong cursed in his heart, walked to the side of the convoy with an unhappy face, and shot at the corpses and wounded, so as not to slip through the net.

He didn't know what the protagonists in the film and television dramas thought, were the bullets expensive, why they were the enemies of life and death, and didn't know how to make up after defeating the opponent.

After dealing with the devil's reinforcements, most of the operation was completed.

Kuang Fu'an looked at the Guodang agent on the opposite side with a complicated expression, walked over slowly, reached out and handed Thomson back, and said goodbye to the left in a deep voice.

"We played a ping hand this time, and we will definitely win you next time."

Zuo Zhong cast a glance at the other party, and raised the corner of his mouth: "You take the gun away, and I don't have the habit of taking back the things I send out. Next time, I will definitely win."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Kuang Fu'an who was still smiling, the coldness on his face gradually dissipated, and he stretched out his right hand and said something seriously.

"Goodbye, take care."

"Goodbye."

Kuang Fu'an was a little surprised, but he shook hands solemnly to thank Zuo Zhong, turned around and walked into the alley, and quickly disappeared from Zuo Zhong's sight.

In fact, both of them understand that they don't know when they will meet next time. Even if they can meet again, their identities may change from "friends" to enemies.

But no matter what, at least they are now on the same front, fighting side by side for the future and destiny of the country and nation, and that is enough.

Watching the opponent's figure gradually disappear, Zuo Zhong identified the direction and walked towards the northern part of Hong Kong Island. He still wanted to know about the completion of the second and third parts of the operation.

At this time, near the Sheung Wan pier, which is a 10-minute drive from Bethany Abbey, several cars with Japanese flags ┴ parked quietly in front of a police checkpoint.

Gui Youguang, who was wearing a police uniform┴, walked to the back of one of the cars, grabbed the briefcase from Oya Masharu who was bleeding from his mouth and nose, flipped it roughly over, turned around and waved.

The next moment, several Hong Kong Station agents pulled the triggers of their submachine guns to the end, and Thomson fired countless fatal bullets, and bright red blood seeped out drop by drop from the gap in the car door.

The moment the gunfire stopped, a violent explosion occurred in Yan Yiting's room a few kilometers away. The flames shot straight into the sky, and glass shards flew everywhere. This ostensibly Jin army negotiator was killed on the spot.

In the dark alley tens of meters away, Dong Qiang looked back at the scene of the explosion with a sneer, lifted his top hat on his head, and strode away from the chaotic street over a puddle of water.