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Chapter 559 The Chief
The chief never believed in coincidences, but what happened today forced him to believe that sometimes it was just a matter of luck, otherwise the two targets who entered the trap would not be able to escape.

At that time, the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the chest surnamed Zuo. As long as he and another cooperating team member pulled the trigger, the two agents would be killed on the spot. It was only half a second away, what a pity.

Sure enough, there was something wrong with the fruit stall owner. If he hadn't reminded him, Zuo Zhong wouldn't have realized the danger, and wouldn't have dragged Xu Enzeng to hide under the car. An excellent opportunity wasted.

After the assassination failed, he didn't even look at the movement at the scene. He packed the rifle and oilcloth into the suitcase without hesitation, walked down the stairs quickly down the bell tower, and evacuated according to the planned route.

Intelligence operations do not have a 100% success rate, and multiple preparations are required if they want to survive, especially for red team personnel working in white areas, a retreat means a life.

After passing through several narrow alleys, the chief looked behind him, made sure there was no one there, and then walked into a dead-end alley, and stopped outside a wall. Inside the wall was a small kitchen built by a family.

This is very common in Shanghai, where every inch of land is very expensive. There is a saying called "Dojo in a snail shell".

Many people in the local area only spread out in a place as big as a palm, and it is a problem to cook and sleep, so they have to move around in a small space, trying their best to settle down the food, drink and scatter of the whole family.

Live out great wisdom in a small world.

It also facilitates a lot of things.

The chief glanced at the entrance of the alley, tiptoed to uncover a corner of the tin roof of the small kitchen, stuffed the suitcase inside, and then let go to cover the roof, and there was nothing suspicious from the outside.

After finishing all this, he did not leave, but lowered his head to grab a handful of soil on the ground, carefully sprinkled it on the iron sheet, and finally took a breath, and the roof returned to its dusty appearance.

The details determine victory or defeat, but also life and death.

This set of actions took less than a minute, and the weapon was well hidden. If you want to find something from so many residential buildings, even if all the patrols in the concession are dispatched, it will take several months to find it.

The chief clapped his hands, smoothed the ground with his feet, walked slowly to the corner, listened to the sound outside, and glanced around, then walked out of the alley calmly and continued to move.

At this time, night fell, and the moonlight was blocked by the high volcanic wall. Without street lights, the visibility was very low. Even if we walked face to face, we might not be able to remember each other's looks.

This was planned by the Central Bureau of Shanghai to let the traitors be silenced at that time, in order to use the window period before dark to assassinate, no matter whether it is completed or not, the retreat will be much smoother.

The alleys in Shanghai are different from the straight alleys in the north. They meander and have no direction at all. When you go around, you can't tell the difference between east, west, north and south, and you don't know where you are.

Of course, that's talking about ordinary people.

The chief walked in and out of the complicated streets and alleys with ease, and left the weapon hiding place several hundred meters in a short time. When passing by a bush, he untied his robe and threw it in.

This kind of place is neither eye-catching nor hidden. It is easy to be found. A good piece of clothing is not cheap, and the people who live nearby are not rich, so they are likely to steal it away.

Thus the thread of clothing is broken.

As he moved forward, he straightened his wrinkled black Chinese tunic suit, tore off the beard on his face, and took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses to put on, immediately turning into the appearance of a little intellectual.

If Zuo Zhong was here, he would definitely think of Tianfu, the leader of the Nandou team. This person also made a disguise in his daily life. It is indeed convenient to do so, but it is very harmful to the body.

Cosmetics in this era, including the glue for attaching fake beards, all contain chemical substances. Usually the better the effect, the stronger the toxicity. People who are not ruthless will not do this. Obviously, this is another ruthless person.

After the chief changed his appearance, he changed his direction and walked towards the French Concession. As time passed, the residents who had enjoyed dinner came out one after another, and there was more smoke in the alley.

The lady holding the vegetable basket and the proprietress of the grocery store at the intersection complained to each other and resolved the conflict with her daughter-in-law, while the children chased and played among the jungle-like clothes poles.

The little nanny, who had just learned about love at a young age, was leaning against the back door of the barber shop, flirting with the smiling young master with his hair blown up high.

Feeling the family's scorn, the chief's stern face showed a smile, and the murderous aura dissipated, like a teacher who just came home from get off work, blending in the crowd without attracting attention at all.

When passing by the grocery store, he thought about it and went in to buy a bottle of Dutch water and a small bag of peanuts. Holding it in his hand made him look more everyday, in line with the image of a literati who pursues quality of life but has a small pocket.

"Sir, go slowly."

"Okay, thank you."

The chief said hello to the proprietress, walked around the residential area, walked slowly onto the road, passed by a group of British troops with live ammunition, and got into the opposite alley.

After arriving here, the French Concession is one street away. As long as you successfully enter the retreat, you will be successful. The conflict between the French and the British is not small, and the police from the public concession will not be allowed to enter the law enforcement.

But after walking a few tens of meters, he heard a woman's cry for help, and the teasing laughter of several wretched men. The men didn't sound like Chinese, and they spoke vague English.

One side is the safe French Concession, and the other side is the compatriots who are being humiliated. It is better to do less than to do more, or to risk to save people. The chief did not hesitate, and a flash of determination flashed in his eyes.

I joined the organization to let the people live a better life. If I just sit back and watch this kind of thing, what is the meaning of saving my life? This is not what a qualified underground party member should do.

He put Dutch water into the cloth bag with glasses, strode towards the direction of the sound, and soon saw three Indian patrolmen pulling a girl in a cheongsam into a corner.

"Help, sir, help."

When the girl saw someone approaching, she immediately cried out at the top of her lungs, struggling desperately to escape, but facing the adult male who had undergone professional physical training, it was useless at all.

What made her most desperate was that the person opposite didn't seem to have seen this scene, and walked in the middle of the road without squinting, without any intention of intervening in this matter, yes, who would dare to offend the police.

The red-headed Asan is usually the dog's leg of foreigners. In the 14th year of the Republic of China, under the order of the British inspector, they openly shot and massacred the unarmed parade crowd, killing and injuring dozens of people.

Since then, many Chinese saw that Indian patrolling was like a mouse seeing a cat, and would rather walk a few steps more than deal with it, for fear of offending these ruthless dogs.

"Beauty, stop barking."

A red-headed Ah San who smelled of alcohol let go of his revolver, and said with disdain, "Chinese men are cowards. No one can save you. Stop making unnecessary resistance."

The other two Indian patrolmen grabbed the girl's arms and showed wild smiles. Even if someone dared to meddle, their weapons are not vegetarian, just like the parade a few years ago.

But after all, they were doing bad things. The three of them didn't relax their vigilance completely. They kept watching the Chinese man passing by from the corner of their eyes. They didn't concentrate on dealing with the girl until the man passed by.

The chief over there adjusted his breathing, and his muscles slowly tensed. The moment the red-headed three heads turned their heads, the Dutch water hidden in their sleeves slipped into their hands, and then they twisted and rushed over.

In the event of an accident during the retreat, you must not shoot or make a loud noise. You must use the fastest time to knock down the enemy. The hard glass bottle is the most suitable and least conspicuous weapon.

The only problem is that there will be noise when the debris falls to the ground. The solution is to find a strong bag to wrap it. Similar action techniques will not appear in any book, it all depends on the accumulation of experience.

The distance between the chief and the policeman was less than three meters, that is, in the blink of an eye, he appeared behind one of them, and the Dutch water he held up high hit the other's temple with a whimper.

The most fragile bone in the human body was slammed inward by the glass bottle, the temporal bone was fractured, and the arteries in the meninges were injured, causing the blood to be interrupted and the brain to be instantly ischemic and hypoxic.

When the man let go of the girl feebly and fell to the ground crooked and limp, the sinful life had come to an end. The secret agent's fighting skills had only one purpose, and that was to kill.

There are no beautiful moves, no opening and closing movements, and the most sharp means are used to attack the weakest link, and to obtain the greatest results at the least cost. Efficiency is the core of it.

The next second after killing No.1, the chief strangled the neck of the second man with his arms, and at the same time kicked his feet up with all his strength, and calmly kicked the last policeman who tried to draw his gun.

With the first kick, the iron-toed leather shoe accurately kicked the elbow joint in the middle of the target's right arm, and there was a click, which instantly made this person lose his ability to threaten himself, although it was only half.

The second kick that followed left a big footprint on the opponent's lower abdomen, and kicked the patrolman who had just threatened the girl flying. Looking at the deformed arm, the opponent wanted to wail.

"Bang~"

It's a pity that a sharp pain in the back of the head made him lose consciousness, and the whole person slowly fell from the wall in a large character shape, lying quietly on the dirty ground, staring at the night sky with blank eyes.

The chief didn't care about him, and then the reaction force of kicking the person brought the second person down, and continued to use all his strength to control the Indian police officer who rolled his eyes under him, without any change in expression.

"choke.choke."

At this moment, the red-headed Ah San was not only red on the head, but also the lens and conjunctiva of the eyeballs were also rapidly congested and red. The strength in his body disappeared like a tide, and his distorted face gradually became serene.

The rescued girl sat on the ground blankly, stared at the scene with her mouth wide open, and was stunned for a few seconds, then cleverly covered her mouth, closed her eyes, and crawled out of the alley.

The chief glanced at the other party, said nothing, took all the weapons and cash from the three police officers, tried to confuse the public concession police room's sight, and then got up and disappeared into the night.

(End of this chapter)