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Chapter 274 Wude (please vote, thank you)
In an alley on Wutong Street, Zuo Chong looked at the quiet Qiuju Bookstore and frowned. There was too much traffic here, and the speed of evacuation could not be fast, and the Japanese might notice it.

Wu Chunyang walked forward with a bent waist: "It has been confirmed that the bookstore is not open today. It should be that the Japanese are afraid that their appearance will be seen, so they can let go of their attacks later."

Zuo Chong nodded after listening. It was fine for the Japanese to have no hostages. Professional soldiers plus hostages, if you think about it, you know how troublesome it is, and it is even more certain that there will be casualties.

But one wave after another, it was confirmed that there were no hostages, and there was a problem with the evacuation operation, and many guests were unwilling to be taken away by the spies.

He decisively ordered: "Place the crowd in other shops first, handcuff the troublemakers to me, and start attacking immediately. The houses here are all made of concrete and the use of grenades is allowed."

With Zuo Zhong's order, the spies who had endured for a long time knocked out more than a dozen prickly heads. Seeing this scene, the guests were all honest.

The spies who had been prepared long ago approached the target in groups, one left and one right, and approached the target along the shops on both sides. As a result, when they were 30 meters away from the door of the bookstore, three Japanese spies rushed out with guns.

One of the Japanese spies used MP18 to shoot at the opposite side of the road for cover shooting, while the other two Japanese spies threw tactical grenades at the same time, their style was very aggressive.

"Da da da."

"Bah, bah, bah."

The corner of Zuo Zhong's hiding place was beaten with bricks and foam, and the other spies were also forced back by the submachine guns. Fortunately, the riflemen on high alert responded in time and shot at the Japanese rushing out one after another.

It's a pity that he aimed and fired hastily, and the opponent was always in motion. The rifleman only wounded one person. Seeing this, the other two Japanese spies rushed back to the first floor of the bookstore with the injured accomplice.

The action spies are the elite of the intelligence department. They are formed based on the manpower that wiped out Director Chen's Yanguan at that time, and the elites of the army have undergone strict training. They have experienced several times of actual combat strength.

So when they see the Japanese, their reaction is not to fight back, but to seek cover immediately. This is not because they are timid, but because there is no need to fight to the death, other brothers will drive the opponent back.

They rushed directly into the shop next to them, using the walls and furniture in the shop as cover. After the two grenades exploded, only two people were slightly injured, and the other team members were unscathed.

All of this happened in a flash, both sides were the most elite spies in their respective countries, and they fought to a tie, no one took advantage, and each knew the strength of the other.

"These little Japanese reacted really fast." Wu Chunyang cursed in a low voice.

Zuo Zhong was not surprised: "It doesn't matter, they have no hostages, the end is already doomed, let the machine gunner cover, and don't give the other party a chance to show up."

Following his command.

On the roof of the store opposite Qiuju Bookstore, three Czech-style guns fired short bursts. Not only the Japanese on the first floor of the bookstore could not get out, but other Japanese spies on the second and third floors were also suppressed.

Jiang Jincai hid behind the concrete pillar and shouted: "Machine gunner, sharpshooter, immediately destroy the Chinese machine guns, build a concealed shooting position at the window, and suppress the Chinese attack."

"Hay!"

By this time, it was meaningless to hide their identities. These ex-soldiers from the Kwantung Army seemed to have returned to the army, calmly covering each other, and touched the window of the bookstore.

The first to shoot were two sharpshooters, who used Sakamoto-style rifles, which were standard Japanese weapons. The two shot at the machine gunners of the Secret Service on the second and third floors, one behind the other.

The two of them didn't look at the result after the fight, they bent down and hid behind the wall, and one of them reported: "Report, the Chinese are on the roof, and we can't effectively suppress it from our angle, please fire support."

Jiang Jincai gritted his teeth, fart's fire support, they don't have any heavy weapons, no, he suddenly thought of a weapon, and shouted: "Hey! Shooter! Launch grenades."

A small man emerged from the Japanese spies, holding a small cylinder in his hand and a few fragmentation grenades hanging from his waist. He rolled over to the window and lay down with the sharpshooter and machine gunner.

"You cover, I want to observe the enemy's machine gun position."

"Hay."

The shooter simply assigned the task, then squatted behind the wall and waited until the others shot at the opponent's machine gun together. He quickly peeked out his head and roughly calculated the distance.

Zuo Zhong was in the alley, startled by the Japanese firepower counterattack, he still didn't give up at this point, and used rifles and machine guns to shoot high from low, which was useless against the secret service's machine gun positions.

But just to be on the safe side, he yelled above his head: "Change the position, Little Japan's sharpshooters are very powerful, change places after a few shuttles."

"Yes, Chief."

The machine gunners were very obedient, and they communicated orders to each other. After firing the bullets in the magazine, they crawled along the roof to other positions for transfer.

Seeing that his subordinates had moved away, Zuo Chong felt relieved, stretched his head to look over to the bookstore, and then saw a white smoking thing, throwing towards him in a parabola.

"The grenade!"

He recognized what this thing was at a glance. The grenade fired by the grenade launched by Little Japan had an effective range of 200 meters. The Secret Service had also conducted intelligence collection on this weapon.

Zuo Zhong pulled back Wu Chunyang, who was probing, and fell to the ground with his head in his arms. The other spies didn't know what happened, but they followed suit, and soon there was a loud noise above everyone's head.

"Boom."

Broken bricks, tiles and pieces of wood from the roof fell from the sky, injuring several people at once. Wu Chunyang was the most unlucky, a shrapnel was inserted into his buttocks, and he was injured by stray bullets again.

Zuo Zhong shook the dust on his head, and shouted: "Enter the store through the back door, don't go outside, MD, the Japanese don't practice martial arts, so don't blame me, the air force guide!"

"I'm here, sir." The guide was very calm. Compared with the front-line guidance mission, this was a small scene. The overwhelming artillery shells during the Northern Expedition were much more powerful than hand grenades.

Zuo Zhong dragged Wu Chunyang to the shop, and shouted: "You immediately guide the planes in the sky to kill these bastards with machine guns, what do you want us to do for you?"

The guide took a look outside: "Ignite the fire at the main entrance of the store. It is impossible to throw a smoke bomb as a mark. Anyway, it is just a machine gun attack, not a heavy bomb. There should be no accidental injury."

While the two were talking, the Japanese fired several more grenades with grenades, blasting Wutong Street into a rumbling noise, and only then did the evacuated guests realize how dangerous the situation was just now.

Zuo Zhong handed Wu Chunyang over to other spies, walked back to the corner, and patted the waist of the action team across the road. The action team took out grenades, flash bombs and smoke bombs one after another.

He gestured three characters, and then pointed at the main entrance of the bookstore and made a throwing motion. The action team understood, and several spies shot and suppressed the Japanese on the first floor, and one threw the smoke bomb.

At this time, the Japanese in the bookstore breathed a sigh of relief, the annoying machine guns were silent, and the Chinese spies on the other side of the road were also silent. Now that they are safe for the time being, they can consider breaking out.

Jiang Jincai wiped off his sweat: "Set up dangerous items on the back wall of the third floor. After the explosion, they dispersed to break through and retreated to Shanghai as planned. We will meet up at the consulate in Shanghai. Did you hear that?"

"Hay."

The spies who are good at blasting are busy at the back wall. It is not difficult for them to jump from the third floor. As for why they didn't break out from the first and second floors, because no one knows what the battle will be like.

If the first and second floors were occupied by the Chinese, the final retreat route would be cut off. If I knew this would happen, I should have prepared more dangerous goods. Jiang Jincai regretted it.

After arranging these things, he remembered one thing. Five minutes had already passed. As for the team leader who destroyed the information in the secret room, an ominous premonition lingered in Jiang Jincai's heart.

Has the team leader retreated?

He thought of this possibility, forget it, it is an honor to dedicate his life to the empire, maybe the team leader still has a special task, he can only comfort himself like this.

"Spotted two Chinese planes, swooping down on us!"

At this time, a desperate roar came from the window, waking up Jiang Jincai who was thinking. He rushed to the window and looked out. Sure enough, two planes were diving in an aggressive attitude.

"idiot!"

Jiang Jincai suddenly understood that he was indeed being followed by the Chinese, but he was not being tracked by the ground, but by planes. It was a genius idea, but unfortunately it was the enemy's.

A [-]-inch aviation machine gun may not be a big deal in a fierce battlefield, but it is an out-and-out heavy weapon in intelligence warfare, and its firepower persistence is not comparable to that of machine guns of the same caliber.

In just a moment, the noses of the two planes pointed at the target behind the smoke, and in the next moment a string of flames licked the Qiuju Bookstore, and the deadly bullets flew through from the first floor, the second floor to the third floor.

Three seconds later, the plane roared and climbed away, ready to turn and bombard again. Jiang Jincai saw a tragic scene in front of his eyes. The room was full of bright red blood and broken arms and limbs.

The shooter of the grenadier, whose body had been broken in two, was spitting out blood, and kept stretching his hands into the air, trying to call for help. Other injured Japanese spies were also lying on the ground and wailing.

Not only did the third floor suffer heavy losses, but after the spies on the first and second floors pulled the living people up, Jiang Jincai counted the casualties and almost cried out.

The Butterfly Group, the ace group of the Kwantung Army's Shenyang Secret Service, has a total of 13 members. After a round of shooting by the plane, only five members were left alive and intact.

Jiang Jincai's eyes were red, and he yelled, "Is the Demoman still alive? Detonate immediately, get out of here, or we won't survive!"

The demolitionist was lucky, but his arm was broken by the machine gun, and the blasting was not delayed. He crawled towards the dangerous object and prepared to blast, but before he could light the fire, he heard some strange noises from the next door.

"Nani?"

"boom!"

Jiang Jincai, who was counting the number of people, the suspicious blaster, and the living Japanese spies were dizzy with a loud noise, followed by a flash of dazzling white light.

"Quick! Go!"

Jiang Jincai heard someone talking in a daze, and knew that the Chinese were coming in. Relying on his last memory, he pulled the trigger of the submachine gun in his hand at the team members in the room.

"Da da da da."

MP18 sounded, except for him, the four surviving spies were all beaten into a sieve, and the Chinese must not be left alive. After doing all this, he tried his best to pull the grenade on his body.

"boom!"

The special agent avoided the explosion in time, but seeing such a fierce opponent and the spy corpses all over the ground, everyone's face was full of anger.

"Send a signal, clean up the scene!" The spy leading the team said with a dark face.

(End of this chapter)