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Chapter 1256 A Newcomer's Day (2)

Two minutes ago.

Yoshida Mamoru, who goes by the alias Zhao Dayang, lay on the bed looking at the US dollars in his hand. After looking at them for a while, he kissed the bill hard, and the smile on his face became more and more wanton.

The US dollar is good. With US dollars, you can be a superior person wherever you go. The Empire and the Sky Locust are not as reliable as the US dollar.

Thinking of this, Yoshida Mamoru's smile turned into a sneer. He would not be so stupid as to think that Miyagi Toyotsugu was such a fool. He would risk staying in the mountain city for half a year just because of Osako Michimasa's words that he would get a black card for a long time.

He finally understood that the superiors in Tokyo and Shanghai did not treat them as human beings at all. If that was the case, why should he go down the same path to the end? It would be better to start his life afresh.

As for the family members who stayed in the country, Yoshida felt that they would understand. The empire has had the custom of "aunt-house" since ancient times. As long as he is still there, the Yoshida family will never be cut off.

Carefully putting the US dollars into his pocket, Yoshida Mamoru put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes, ready to have a good night's rest. If everything was normal outside tomorrow, he would return to the safe house in the city and lie low for a while.

That's right, just return to the mountain city. Yoshida Mamoru just thought of something. Compared with the Japanese-occupied area, the Kuomintang-controlled area with loopholes everywhere is safer. When the storm is over, he can take a plane to Southeast Asia and go anywhere in the world.

No one would have thought that he would not leave after taking the money. He crossed his feet proudly and was about to hum a little tune when he heard the sound of footsteps outside the door.

Yoshida Mamoru rolled off the bed and lay on the floor, pointing the gun in his hand at the thin wooden door, ready to shoot at any time.

After waiting for a while, the footsteps gradually moved away and went towards the second floor, but Yoshida Mamoru did not relax at all, because the other party was walking towards the "bait". Fortunately, he made two preparations, otherwise he would be blocked in the house.

In the afternoon, while the new waiter was not at the counter, he changed his appearance and used his new ID to open a new room, which was located next to the counter on the first floor.

As long as someone entered the hotel, he would be able to hear the sound and respond. For this reason, he deliberately chose a hotel with a spring door to avoid possible surveillance.

Creak~ The wooden floor of the corridor made a sound, and a black shadow appeared in the gap under the door. Yoshida Mamoru's heart sank little by little. He knew that he was exposed. The Republic of China's agent was right outside the door.

Since the other party is not coming in, they must be blocking the gate to notify others for support. He can't wait any longer. The more people there are on the other side, the smaller the chance of his escape.

Yoshida Mamoru picked up the cup of water on the table and poured the water in the cup towards the switch. After a burst of sparks, all the lights in the hotel short-circuited and went out. The curtains hung in accordance with the air defense regulations blocked the moonlight, and both the room and the corridor became pitch black.

The other side of the door.

Almost at the moment the lights were turned off, Jiang Baochun closed his eyes, pressed his body against the wall, and slowly moved towards Room 102 relying on his memory.

The sudden change in brightness from bright to dim will greatly reduce human vision, which is very dangerous in a life-and-death struggle. The solution is also very simple: adapt to the darkness. This is a skill taught to him by the Hanzhong training class.

More than ten seconds ago, realizing that the target might be hiding on the first floor, Jiang Baochun decisively asked the talkative agent to go to the second floor to report the news, while he himself went to block the enemy.

One step, two steps, he finally came to the door of Room 102. The room was unusually quiet and no sound could be heard.

Jiang Baochun thought about it, slowly took out a kerosene lighter from his pocket, and threw it towards the door. The metal lighter collided with the door panel, making a thud.

"Bang bang bang!"

A series of gunshots rang out, the door was riddled with holes, and several pieces of broken wood chips scratched Jiang Baochun's cheeks, leaving several bloody marks.

Jiang Baochun did not move at all. He leaned against the wall with his eyes closed, his arms bent and the gun against his left chest, using the high-profile gun-holding posture from the Military Control Commission's operational tactics, waiting for the enemy to appear and support him.

Yoshida Mamoru in the room supported himself with his left hand and stood up, then quickly moved towards the door. While moving, he continued shooting at the left door frame to suppress the fire.

The reason why he lived in room 102 on the right side of the corridor was not only to facilitate monitoring of the counter, but also to make the raid more difficult. Most people hold guns in their right hands, which would be very awkward when attacking the room on the same side, as they would need to lean out half of their body to shoot.

Such small details may seem insignificant, but they can determine victory or defeat at critical moments. The same goes for the cup of water that is within reach. As long as there is a power short circuit and lighting is lost, the advantage in numbers will be greatly weakened.

Gunshots rang out slowly, and the cunning Yoshida Mamoru was getting closer and closer to the door. After firing the last bullet in the magazine, he took out a new gun and continued shooting instead of reloading.

On the battlefield, changing guns is always faster than changing bullets. As long as you can grasp the shooting interval and rhythm, you can form continuous fire suppression.

Seeing that the target was about to step out of the door, Jiang Baochun moved. He suddenly leaned down and fired a shot from under the door, successfully forcing the target back.

Yoshida Mamoru stopped and hid at the door, feeling extremely anxious. He didn't have time to waste with the other party. Once the other party's support arrived, it would be difficult for him to escape.

He made up his mind and kept pulling the trigger at the wall in front of him, trying to use his firepower advantage to hit the Republic of China agents through the wall and open up a retreat route.

The gun in Yoshida Mamoru's hand is the most common Browning 1911 in the Republic of China, with a caliber of 11.43. The bullet is powerful and has strong penetrating power, which is very advantageous in close combat.

Amid the gunfire, a circular hole appeared on the wall next to Jiang Baochun, and lime powder floated in the air. Compared with the Browning, the KMT's PPK was indeed less powerful, but it could easily penetrate the red brick wall. The power of the pistol was not as weak as ordinary people imagined.

Jiang Baochun calmly turned sideways to reduce the impact area, raised his arm and gun to fight back, and kept moving his feet to prevent the enemy from finding his position based on the gunshots.

Bullets were flying in the air, and a stray bullet shattered the light bulb in the corridor, breaking into pieces all over the floor, reflecting the gunfire.

The two sides were fighting fiercely across a wall, and their ammunition was quickly consumed. Jiang Baochun groaned, and his cheek muscles twitched violently. His outer thigh was hit by a stray bullet, and blood gushed out in a moment.

Yoshida Mamoru inside the wall was also covered in blood, but it was impossible to bandage his wounds in this situation, so everyone could only grit their teeth and endure.

The waitress at the counter was frightened by the gunshots and screamed. Both sides were upset and increased their shooting frequency at the same time. Brass bullet casings were rolling all over the ground.

Jiang Baochun emptied the magazine, pressed the magazine latch with his right thumb and swung it to the side, and the old magazine flew out. He pulled out the spare magazine with his left hand, placed his index finger on the side of the magazine, accurately found the magazine chamber in the dark, and replaced it with a new magazine.

Here is a little trick. Even with eyes closed, one hand can quickly find the other hand, so use the index finger as an indicator, and you don’t need to lower your head or change bullets in low visibility.

(You can try it, make a circle with your right hand, then close your eyes and use your left index finger to find the circle)

After years of practical exploration, the Military Intelligence Bureau has summed up a series of shooting techniques that can help operators gain combat advantages in various environments.

Jiang Baochun pulled the slide to reload the gun. He didn't feel any pain in his body. The surging adrenaline blocked his sense of pain. He was extremely excited and his eyes gradually turned red.

The only sound in the long and narrow corridor was the dull thud of gunfire. Yoshida Mamoru had not expected that the Republic of China agents would be so difficult to deal with. In desperation, he tried to force his way out under the gunfire, but he was shot in the arm and immediately retreated back.

He knew he couldn't run away, and painful memories of anti-torture training flashed through his mind. No matter when, intelligence personnel would not have a good ending if they fell into the hands of the enemy.

Moreover, his ammunition would soon run out. As an undercover agent, especially a poor one, being able to carry two guns was already the limit.

Yoshida Mamoru gritted his teeth and decided to keep the last bullet for himself. This was not because he was loyal to Tianhuang, but simply because he was afraid of being tortured.

The Cabinet Intelligence Bureau did a lot of things in the Kuomintang-controlled areas, and the Kuomintang government would never forgive them. Whether he confessed or not, he would not survive. Between being beaten to death and dying directly, he would rather choose the latter.

Click... The Browning made a sound of empty chamber. Yoshida Mamoru took a deep breath, took out a bullet and loaded it into the magazine. After loading the gun, he was ready to put the barrel into his mouth to commit suicide. Only in this way could he ensure complete death.

But before he could act, the window of the room shattered, and then a cylindrical object rolled in front of him, emitting smoke.

"Nani?"

"Boom~"

A loud bang answered Yoshida Mamoru's question. A white light with a brightness of hundreds of thousands of lumens suddenly lit up. Yoshida Mamoru screamed, threw away his pistol and covered his eyes.

  A few flashlights cut through the darkness. The young agents held onto the windowsill and nimbly climbed into the room through the back window. They pinned the target down and shouted: Control!

In the thick smoke, Jiang Baochun sat down against the wall. Without the stimulation of adrenaline, he felt sore all over and even breathing was painful. He was not much more relaxed than Yoshida Mamoru in the room.

"Are you okay?"

A voice sounded above his head. Jiang Baochun recognized who it was and hurriedly wanted to stand up. Gui Youguang patted his shoulder with a gentle tone.

"Okay, sit down. You did a good job this time. I will recommend you for a reward. How about you, are you interested in working for the special operations team? If you are interested, I will talk to your Director Wu."

After receiving the report from the talkative spy, Gui Youguang did not go downstairs immediately because the corridor was narrow and the spy could not take advantage of numbers. Going to support would only increase casualties. So he simply led his men to climb downstairs and look for opportunities outside the window.

He made a rough guess about the situation in the room based on the sounds and his experience, such as the time interval between changing the bullets. Without hard training and a flexible mind, it would be impossible to do it so quickly.

Gui Youguang really wants to bring this brave and resourceful newcomer into the special operations team, as talented people are in short supply everywhere.

Jiang Baochun was in a dilemma. He didn't want to be a "traitor", but he didn't dare to offend the deputy seat's favorite. He was suddenly caught in a dilemma. He didn't know whether to agree or refuse.

"Youguang, you are trying to poach my people." Wu Chunyang appeared in time to rescue Jiang Baochun, and then he helped him up personally.

Not to mention how the bald guy and Wu Chunyang struggled, in the interrogation room of the Military Control Commission headquarters, the bruised and battered Miyagi Toyotsugu had a bucket of ice water poured on his head and he shivered while sitting on the cold interrogation chair.

At this time, several hours had passed since his arrest. After experiencing the "welcome banquet" held by the Military Control Commission, this elite member of the Cabinet Intelligence Bureau kept his mouth shut and did not reveal any useful information.

Gucci, who was in charge of the referee, considerately brought a wet quilt to cover the other party, muttering: "It's cold, don't catch a cold."

① Refers to abandoning the elderly and leaving them to fend for themselves