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Chapter 219 Gunfire
The bullet pulled the golden streamer and disappeared on the walls and furniture, or in someone's body. The person who was shot did not make a sound no matter whether he was alive or dead. Now whoever makes a sound is a living target.

These guards are either elite soldiers of the Kwantung Army or strictly trained professional spies, with high or low intelligence capabilities, which is why Gucci is confused about the abilities of those trackers.

In terms of the strengths and weaknesses of both sides in the battle, the Kwantung Army is good at cooperating, and the spies are used to this kind of close-range combat. Now Liang Yuandong's side is mostly spies, so logically they should have the upper hand.

However, although the number of people on Jinjiang's side is small, they are all brainwashed Kwantung Army. They are not afraid of death and are very fierce.

The Japanese spies were beaten by the Japanese soldiers and ran away. This kind of scene is really rare. Zuo Zhong didn’t see it but he could hear it. The military people pay attention to firepower and suppression, while the intelligence spies pay attention to precision and efficiency. The rhythm and speed of the two sides’ shooting are completely different The difference is that the military had the upper hand at first.

But in the end, the number of people is too small, and they all use short guns with a small ammunition capacity. After outputting a period of firepower at full strength, they lose their suddenness and firepower to continue to suppress the dogs. The military's counterattack is getting weaker and weaker, and only the outside can hear With the sound of gunfire, Liang Yuandong, who was lying on the ground, smiled with satisfaction.

He whispered to Zuo Zhong: "Young Master Shen, don't worry, Jin Jiang's accomplices are almost dead, we will be able to get out safely soon, these Kwantung Army red deer are brainless, they don't even want money."

Zuo Zhong pretended to be puzzled and frightened: "It's such a pity, they are all warriors. After the end, I will personally provide a pension, so that at least these warriors can get the dignity they deserve."

God testifies, he just wanted to provoke at first, who knew that the Japanese would be so ruthless in infighting, they drew their guns and shot at the slightest disagreement.

Liang Yuandong understood what he meant, it was asking for thousands of dollars to buy a horse bone, and said with emotion: "Then listen to Mr. Shen and give some money to their relatives in China. It will always be a guest-host match, alas."

When Zuo Zhong and Liang Yuandong were crying, Jin Jiang, who was dying, leaned against the wall and twitched continuously. At the same time, the vitality in his eyes slowly disappeared, and his body without oxygen supply had no strength at all, but the resentment in his heart drove him to move. trigger.

"boom."

A bullet shot from his gun hit the hard steel sculpture and bounced off, hitting the head of one of Liang Yuandong's henchmen, who fell to the ground with a plop, without a sound.

"Ah"

If he could kill one, Jin Jiang smiled miserably, raised the muzzle of the gun slightly with all his strength and fired again. This shot didn't hit anyone. He was a little disappointed and wanted to continue to pull the trigger.

"boom!"

Jin Jiang's hand hangs down weakly, a blood hole appeared on his forehead, and the sharpshooter Koichi Murakami shot again. He ended the life of his old boss Jin Jiang, but he didn't regret it at all.

Being patriotic and respecting the locusts is what children from normal families should do, because the locusts have given them food and a bright future, and it is not easy for a pariah like him to live.

Loyalty to the monarch and patriotism were too extravagant for him, and the visible benefits and hopes were worth his risk and action. At this moment, the gunshots of the exchange of fire finally stopped, and a thick layer of blood accumulated on the narrow corridor.

Hiroshi Murakami squatted halfway, and quickly replaced a new magazine in his hand. He vigilantly stuck to the wall and listened to the movement. In this low-visibility combat environment, ears are more effective than eyes, and soon he heard A person's painful moan-groan.

He didn't lift his foot, but used the lubrication of blood to slowly swipe over like skating. When he got to the front, he found that it was a familiar colleague who seemed to be standing on the side of Jin Jiang just now. He put his hand on the other's neck with a blank expression Twist.

"Crack." There was another dead person.

In this way, Koichi Murakami and seven or eight injured guards gathered. There were only a few of the 50 people present. The battle was too fierce, and the survivors lost the joy of victory. They won like this So what.

The comrades who lived and died together before turned into enemies and corpses, how happy people are, and they have a little bit of regret for a moment, how did they do this kind of thing, what if the higher-ups pursue it, what will they do? Do you want it?

The gunfire outside stopped for a long time, Liang Yuandong took out his pistol and pointed it in the direction of the door: "The battle should be over, Mr. Shen, don't talk, in case of accidents."

Zuo Chong covered his mouth and nodded again and again, he was really afraid that he would burst out laughing, and considered whether he should kill Liang Yuandong directly, and after thinking about it, he shifted his gaze to the other party's neck.

With his action skills, it was easy to kill Liang Yuandong by surprise, but he didn't know how many remnants and defeated soldiers were left outside. Zuo Zhong hesitated, and finally gave up on this tempting idea.

Liang Yuandong suddenly felt a chill in his neck, and quickly looked back. There was nothing unusual. Mr. Shen was still trembling with his back pouted. This noble gentleman had never seen such a scene before. Such a reaction is normal, so he turned his head back.

Outside, Koichi Murakami, who took a short rest, did his part to become the temporary leader: "Immediately fill up the guns and escort President Liang and Mr. Shen away. Jin Jiang still has strength in the hospital. He will definitely come to support him when he gets the news. We need to call up people." .”

Hearing the order, the others frowned. There was no position in the village before, so they could ignore this order, but Jin Jiang was controlled and killed by Koichi Murakami.

After this incident, the merits and rewards must have been improved, and it is appropriate for him to be in charge of the scene now, and he said that it makes sense, and the opponent must prevent counterattacks.

Several people looked at each other, bowed and said, "Hayi, we are willing to accept the command of the village master."

Hiroshi Murakami had a smile on his lips. The Chinese said that wealth and wealth are sought after insurance, which is indeed true. He suddenly jumped from the bottom guard to the leader. Didn't he rely on decisive standing in line and desperate efforts?

Following Mr. Shen's example, he confided with the others: "I think we are all poor children, and we must support each other in the future. Only in this way can we preserve our due interests."

The survivors nodded and walked toward the corpses all over the ground with their guns in their hands, not bothering to care if they were their own people. When they encountered signs of life, they immediately replenished their guns and counted the number of people, which was very decisive.

After confirming the safety outside, Koichi Murakami went to the office door and knocked on the door, and said respectfully: "President Liang, Mr. Shen, the traitor Jin Jiang has been wiped out, you are safe."

Liang Yuandong pricked up his ears, the voice was not from any of his confidantes, could it be a fraud, he was a little nervous to open the safety, the muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at the door, ready to shoot at any time.

Zuo Zhong, who was next to him, heard that the person who was speaking was the stunned young man from the slum, who did not expect to survive. He and Jin Jiang were in the middle of the exchange of fire just now, and they seemed to be very skilled.

Zuo Chong pulled Liang Yuandong's sleeve, and said in a low voice, "Boss Liang, it seems that Koichi Murakazu from Shimotani Wannian Town was the one who first pointed a gun at Jin Jiang. Did you hear me right?"

"President Liang, please open the door. We will escort the two of you to leave immediately. Jin Jiang's people may be coming from other places to help." Koichi Murakami outside added, his tone very anxious.

Liang Yuandong also confirmed now that it was indeed his own people outside. If it was someone from Jinjiang, the door would not be blocked for long. He wiped the sweat off his brow and got up, helping Mr. Shen by the way.

Zuo Zhong got up and thought about it. The other place that Murakami Koichi mentioned should be Renxin Hospital, where the other party stores and sells medicines, but he doesn't know how many armed forces there will be.

Liang Yuandong opened the door and looked at the respectful Murakami Koichi with an expression of appreciation: "You did a good job before, Mr. Shen and I will never forget your contribution. Now you will command all the personnel."

Hiroshi Murakami was overjoyed, and bent even lower: "Thank you, Dean and Mr. Shen, we need to leave the club immediately. There are too few people we can mobilize now, so it's not safe to stay here."

Liang Yuandong nodded and looked at Zuo Zhong: "Mr. Shen, let's leave first. Jinjiang's remnant forces are not too small. I need to mobilize personnel to deal with the counterattack."

"I feel nauseous."

As soon as Zuo Chong walked out of the room, he smelled the suffocating smell of blood. He immediately bent down to support the wall, turned his back to Liang Yuandong and the two, clasped his throat with his fingers, and spat it out.

Liang Yuandong didn't know whether to laugh or cry. How could he have forgotten that this spy was not used to seeing death? It was not easy for ordinary people not to be stunned when they saw such a terrifying scene like a Shura field.

He stepped forward, patted Zuo Zhong on the back and said with a smile: "I'm so sorry, I even forgot that Mr. Shen is not such a rough person as me. Now time is running out. Come and help Mr. Shen in the village. Let's go Retreat in the direction of the Jinling Police Department."

"Hai." Koichi Murakami could only wish for it, and only if he has a good relationship with a big man like Mr. Shen can his position in the club be stabilized.

Zuo Zhong took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth, waved his hand to prevent Koichi Murakami from approaching, and said slowly: "Boss Liang, don't worry, don't forget that there are people from me nearby, we can work together to eradicate the remaining forces of Jinjiang in one fell swoop. It's not difficult to give them a chance to survive."

Liang Yuandong clapped his hands and said with a smile: "How could I have forgotten this matter, with the help of Mr. Shen's elite men, then we don't need to retreat."

Jin Jiang still has at most dozens of loyalists. Facing more than 100 fresh troops, they have no chance. At the same time, they can observe the quality of Mr. Shen's subordinates.

Zuo Zhong also smiled: "Go and find Director Li and Director Liu. The people who lead the team know them. It just so happens that Director Li was a strong general in the army. Let's make tea on the roof and talk about heroes. What do you think?" ?”

Liang Yuandong laughed heartily: "Okay, in ancient times, Cao Mengde talked about heroes by cooking wine, but today we have you and me cooking tea to talk about heroes. It might not be a good story. Go and invite Director Li and Director Liu immediately from the village."

"Hay."

(End of this chapter)