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Chapter 246 Sacrifice 1

"Hurry up."

One by one, the secret agents jumped out of the truck one by one, and searched the backyard along the aisle. Their actions looked quite plausible, and everything was copied according to the secret service's surprise operation.

Liu Gui studied the actions commanded by Zuo Zhong, and believed that the key to the opponent's invincibility lies in one word, fast, as long as their speed is fast enough, the enemy will have no chance to counterattack.

So whether it was a truck breaking the door, or the expected arrest, he asked the spies to remember this word, no matter what others were doing, they had to complete their tasks as quickly as possible.

It's a pity that the idea is very good, but in fact, the cooperation of the personnel in the first place is very poor. Some people want to move forward quickly, while others are going to break in. Twenty spies are blocked in a small corridor.

In the final analysis, Liu Gui's stealing was not thorough. He neither investigated the internal layout of Jishi Pharmacy in advance, nor conducted corresponding simulation training. One can imagine how chaotic the scene was.

"Ma De, a group of idiots, get out of the way quickly." The leader shouted holding a submachine gun. The important thing in this operation is a quick word. It will be troublesome if the underground party members react.

Afraid of something coming, such a loud impact, the pharmacy clerk was not deaf, thought that there were bandits coming, and came out with sticks, only to see a group of men in black with weapons.

Under the dim light, the leading spy saw someone coming out with long and short things in his hands, immediately forgot Liu Gui's order, and said hoarsely: "Shoot, the underground party has guns!"

The spy, who was already dizzy from the impact of the truck, was startled when he heard this, and subconsciously pointed his gun at the innocent guy, pulled the trigger instantly, and fired all the bullets.

"Da da da."

As the flames raged, sawdust flew and blood splattered everywhere, before a few guys had time to say a word, they were hit by countless bullets and fell down along the battered doors and windows.

Liu Gui faintly heard gunshots in the distance, and then saw the people fleeing for their lives near Ji Shi Pharmacy, and slapped his thigh: "Oops, come and follow me to the scene, md, something happened."

After speaking, he rushed out of the monitoring point with a few spies who stayed behind, and ran like a mad dog on the street with a gun in his hand. This mission can't make any mistakes, otherwise Xu Enzeng can kill him.

And one of the spies emptied the magazines, loaded new magazines in a hurry, and quickly hid in various bunkers and probed their brains to observe, wanting to confirm that the attackers were really dead.

Apart from the unpleasant smell of blood and pungent gunpowder smoke, only the heavy breathing of the spies was left on the scene. The guys lying on the ground did not move at all, and the spies leading the team felt that they could not wait any longer.

"You, you, go and see if there is anyone surnamed Zhang."

Under the whispered orders of the leading spy, the two spies were reluctant and crept up to the so-called underground party to start identifying, but they couldn't see anything clearly under the bloody condition.

A special agent turned his face around, raised his head after looking at it for a while and reported in a low voice: "No, they all look like ordinary guys. Come and take a look at the team leader they just took."

The leading agent was a little strange when he heard the words, so he approached cautiously and saw the weapons on the ground suddenly turn black. There were no weapons at all, they were all sticks like door latches and clothes rails.

This is a serious matter. If these guys are underground party members, it’s okay. If not, they will be punished severely if they count as one, and if they are not good, they will be convicted of killing the good and pretending to be meritorious.

The leading spy thought for a second, then straightened up and announced in a low voice: "We killed several members of the underground party, and we will share the credit equally. We will start a search immediately, and we must find the leader of the underground party."

Hearing what he said, the other spies of course had no objections, not to mention the credit, the reward for killing an underground party is several hundred, anyway, these guys are all dead, so they should be considered as contributing to the party and the country.

The agents opened fire, but the tension in their hearts was swept away, and the cooperation became tacit, and they began to quickly search the backyard houses, and other innocent guys they encountered were also brutally killed by them.

Hearing the approaching gunshots, Zhang Anren was extremely calm. He lit the brazier beside the bed and threw all the papers with words into it, and the important electronic files had already been destroyed.

In accordance with the secrecy requirements of the underground party, all telegrams will be destroyed after being copied. This is to prevent the enemy from finding useful clues in the original telegrams, such as the habit of choosing words and making sentences.

In the end, Zhang Anren took out a book, which was the code book that Qiu Chan left behind when he sent it to the radio station. There was a trace of regret in his eyes. After all, there was no chance to meet each other. It will be up to you in the future, Qiu Chan.

The next moment, he threw the codebook into the brazier without hesitation, opened the ink bottle on the desk and put it into the brazier, and the flames burst into the roof with a bang amidst the strong smell of kerosene.

Seeing the codebook turned into ashes with his own eyes, Zhang Anren breathed a sigh of relief. Half of his mission was completed, and the remaining half was more important. The military radio must not be left behind by the enemy.

At this time, the guy who had gone out to confirm the situation rushed into us with a gun: "Old Zhang, I am dragging the enemy here, you go to the warehouse quickly, the things in there are too important, they must be destroyed."

Zhang Anren nodded. This is the countermeasure they discussed at the beginning. Before leaving, he ordered: "You are a radio operator, and you know the discipline of the organization. You must not reveal any secrets."

The guy showed an indifferent smile on his face: "My personal life ended seven years ago. Now I live for the party and the organization. Our cause will definitely win. Old Zhang, goodbye."

Zhang Anren also responded with a smile: "We will definitely win, goodbye."

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the warehouse, leaving the radio operator to block the agents' attack. The radio operator took out a few long-handled grenades from his body, and unscrewed all the iron covers at the bottom to expose the fuse.

Finally, the spies from No. [-] found Zhang Anren's room, and just as they were about to rush in to arrest him, they were shot out by a burst of ferocious firepower. The leading spies were not surprised but delighted, thinking they had found their target.

He stopped the others and yelled: "Boss Zhang, I advise you to give up resistance immediately. Your accomplices are all dead. As long as you are willing to surrender, you will have endless prosperity and wealth."

"brute!"

There were tears in the operator's eyes, those guys were just ordinary people, they had never participated in the activities of the underground party, and they didn't know anything about the organization. Bai Gouzi didn't even let these innocent people go.

"boom."

He stuck out his own pistol and pulled the trigger, and that was his answer.

"Md, this is a diehard, brothers, don't show your face, and move forward alternately."

The leading agent cursed and waved his right hand, and the agents began to group themselves into groups. One team fired with submachine guns, and the other team used uninterrupted firepower to cover the advance of the other team, so as to advance rapidly back and forth.

The radio operator bravely fired back with fierce firepower, but the pistol alone could not resist the agents' submachine guns. He was shot several times in a short time, and the thumb of his right hand was also broken.

The sound of counterattack gunfire stopped, and the spy leading the team was overjoyed: "Quick, rush in."

He could tell that the underground party had only one person and a pistol, and there was no chance of winning against them with so many submachine guns. Now that there was no sound, either the bullets were gone or they were injured.

The secret agents hesitated for a while, what if it was a trap set by the underground party, but seeing the team leader who was about to eat people, they had no choice but to continue to use fierce firepower to suppress the underground party in the room and move on.

They stood in a row, with the Thomson and MP18 in their hands shooting non-stop. All the furnishings in Zhang Anren's house were smashed to pieces. The radio operator moved his body and hid himself behind the wall.

He picked up the rifle with his left hand, loaded a new magazine between his legs, and clamped the trigger with his teeth to load it. He glanced sideways at the live target outside and taunted him, and fired again.

"Bang, bang, bang."

The radio operator's marksmanship was very accurate, and he hit three spies with three shots. The other spies jumped and hid behind the bunker in fright.

He yelled: "Idiot, approach from both sides to avoid the shooting area, be careful."

The spies reacted after hearing the words. Some people shot at the underground party in the house without giving them a chance to shoot. Some people advanced from the left and right sides, and quickly stuck to the walls on both sides of the door of the room.

The radio operator was unable to return fire effectively, he sighed, but unfortunately only three enemies were killed, it was finally time, he put the grenade in his arms, and put his little finger in the fuse.

"Father, mother, brother, here I come."

He murmured to himself, pulled the fuse, and a puff of blue smoke rose. He seemed to have seen that night, the enemy rushed into the house ferociously, destroying everything that was originally happy.

Several agents rushed into the house excitedly, and then saw a scene that horrified them. A person was leaning against the wall, with a thick layer of blood on the ground, and a smoking grenade in the opponent's arms.

"Grenade!"

A secret agent screamed in despair and wanted to turn around and leave, but it was too late. The corner of the radio operator's mouth raised a smile, and the grenade on his body flashed violently, melting everyone in the room.

"Boom!"

Zhang Anren, who was opening the secret passage, looked back at the direction of the explosion, bent down and got into the cement unloading platform outside the warehouse. This is the secret place where the underground party placed the radio station.

No one would have imagined that there would be a high-power military radio station and a lot of munitions in the place they passed by every day, and here Zhang Anren would perform the last mission—to destroy them.

He closed the secret passage, turned around and lit the kerosene lamp, a radio station in an unfolded state, next to the radio station were black and shiny guns, bunches of grenades, dangerous goods and various goods.

Zhang Anren skillfully took out the wires and bud tubes to operate. This series of actions had been simulated countless times in his mind, and he could do it even with his eyes closed, just for today.

(End of this chapter)