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Chapter 801 Volunteering
late at night.

In a dark warehouse, in a secret room surrounded by many wooden boxes, under the dim kerosene lamp, a single person briefed dozens of men in black on their pre-action tasks.

"The Risheng Department Store is located on Haiphong Road in the northwest corner of the public concession. It covers an area of ​​more than 600 square meters and has two floors. The first floor is the business place, and the second floor is where the enemy is located.

According to reliable information, the number of the enemy is about ten, the weapons and equipment are unknown, and the tactical level of the personnel is unknown, so please be vigilant and don't take it lightly.

It is two o'clock in the morning. According to the order, we will launch an attack in two hours. I will post the architectural drawings in a while. You must remember the contents inside.

After entering the department store, no one will be left alive, and every corpse must be replaced with a gun. The entire operation time must be controlled within 5 minutes, and the police will probably arrive any later.

One last reminder, the east, north, and west directions of this place are not far from the Chinese border. After the mission is completed, all operational personnel will immediately withdraw into the Chinese border. Did you hear me? "

"Yes."

"Don't worry."

"clear."

The people in black responded in low voices, thinking that they had no intention of doing the calculations. They felt that this task was not too difficult, and the operation location was so close to the Chinese world, so it was easy to remedy any problems.

"Okay, then everyone will be divided into three groups, one is the attack group of 20 people, the second is the support group of 15 people, and the third is the cover group of [-] people."

The person who spoke before divided the personnel into groups, then took out a map and put it under the oil lamp, and arranged the tasks for each group.

"A group enters the store through the front door and is responsible for the main attack task. After entering, they don't care about the first floor and go directly to the second floor to carry out a surprise fire attack.

The second group will follow behind, you must control all the entrances and exits of the target, and do not give the other party a chance to escape.

The three groups assembled a little further away, and were responsible for blocking and protecting the vehicles when encountering enemy support or patrolling.

This mission can only succeed and not fail. If you let me know who is passively avoiding the battle, the gun in my hand will not show mercy. Pass the blueprint below, and you only have 5 minutes. "

After the short pre-war meeting, the man in black looked at a blueprint stamped with the stamp of the Bureau of the Ministry of Industry, quietly left from the warehouse, and took various means of transportation to the public concession.

It was three fifty in the morning.

Both sides of Haiphong Road were full of refugees with nowhere to live. Suddenly someone woke up from sleep, raised his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes and pricked up his ears, as if he heard something.

Not long after, a few trucks covered with canvas came slowly from a distance, their dazzling headlights swayed through the crowd, a few refugees blocked their eyes and looked at the convoy, then quickly lowered their heads, trembling all over.

I saw a masked man carrying a submachine gun standing on the pedals on both sides of the car door. At this time, those who dared to openly hold guns in the concession were either members of the Cao Gang, or Chinese and Japanese troops or spies.

None of these people were easy to mess with. The refugees shivered, huddled together and curled up in a ball, so frightened that they didn't dare to breathe, secretly praying for God's blessing to let these people leave quickly.

But there are exceptions. A refugee group composed entirely of adult men who seldom communicate with outsiders is not too afraid. After careful observation for a while, someone in the crowd whispered.

"Report to Major Yamamoto that the enemy has appeared."

"Hay."

Three twenty-six in the morning.

It was unusually quiet in front of Risheng Department Store. Two trucks stopped at the intersection, one on the left and one on the right. The armed men jumped out of the trucks one by one and formed a battle formation along both sides of the road.

With the help of signs, poles, and other items, they approached the target little by little, with flexible movements and skilled tactics, and they seemed to have received strict training.

After arriving at the door of the target smoothly, the two leading soldiers in the front put their ears to the door and listened to it. After making sure that there was no movement inside, they took the Gong grenade from their side and tied it to the door knocker.

This kind of grenade was improved from the German-made M24 grenade by the Gongxian Arsenal. It is more suitable for the hand shape and strength of the Chinese. It is famous for its high power. It has a charge of more than 50 grams.

After setting up the door-breaking weapons, the vanguards fastened a steel wire rope to the fire rope at the tail of the grenade, prepared to retreat to a safe position and detonate it, and then rushed in to start a killing spree.

"Ding~ding~ding~"

At this moment, there were a few crisp metal sounds behind the thick door panel.

The armed personnel present were no strangers to this sound. It was the collision sound of the grenade safety bolt hitting the ground.

It's a pity that it was too late, the shock wave passed through the window quickly, and hit a row of armed personnel with glass shards, making blood holes one after another.

A huge air wave rushed towards them, deforming their facial muscles, their bodies flew up lightly, and time seemed to stand still at this moment.

In the last few seconds of their lives, everyone looked at the department store with a little reluctance, and then the fire in their pupils got closer and brighter.

"Boom~~~"

Several explosions followed, completely breaking the tranquility of Haiphong Road, and the surrounding light bulbs shattered at the same time.

Several corpses emitting white smoke fell to the ground like broken dolls, and the weapons on their bodies had long been turned into twisted scrap iron.

Before the armed men could react, the wooden windows on the second floor of the building opposite Risheng Department Store slammed open, and two left-behind machine guns fired wildly.

The 7.7mm machine gun rounds swept across the street at a rate of 600 rounds per minute. No object could withstand such a powerful attack. The armed personnel who had just been blown up by the grenade were helpless in the face of the attack.

The pure copper shells fell on the concrete floor, making a tinkling rhythm.

The two masked men curled up behind a seemingly solid concrete platform, and after the flames above their heads licked, they collapsed powerlessly on the spot. At such a short distance, the terrifying firepower of the heavy machine gun was perfectly displayed.

Facing the ferocious shooting, a tall masked man stood up suddenly, picked up an original Swiss Kailari machine gun and fired back, but the 25 rounds in the magazine were smashed into a sieve just after two rounds were fired.

Gunshots, painful groans (harmonious), and desperate screams form a frightening movement.

Yamamoto just stood at the window, ignoring the shuttle bullets, watching all this with a smile.

The Deep Sea Project has succeeded, and soon, he will be able to see Zuo Zhong with his own eyes.

This poisonous thorn in the hands of the empire has finally been pulled out, and the Chinese intelligence agencies will face a complete failure.

Tokyo's rewards, promotion orders and even medals seemed to be in sight, and Yamamoto couldn't help but waved his hand violently, giving the order to strengthen the attack.

At the same time that the Japanese started a massacre (anti-harmony) at the entrance of Risheng Department Store, the refugees on the road in the distance dispersed when they heard the dense gunshots, and ran away from the gunshots.

However, a group of people in the crowd rushed towards the scene of the incident against the flow of people. There were nearly a hundred people, holding 35-year-style naval rifles and other weapons in their hands, and quickly approached the exchange of fire with their short bodies.

These people were the two Marine Corps squads sent by Okawa Uchichichi to support Yamamoto. They had hidden among the refugees before, and now they launched a fatal blow to the attackers from the outside.

The cover team on guard at the periphery was just about to go to support their companions, but was beaten to the ground by the surprise attack behind them, 25 vs. [-], and they rushed to the battle again, the result can be imagined.

Ten minutes later, the gunfire stopped completely. The Japanese army dragged the corpses to the open space and placed them neatly in a long row.

"Major, there are 45 people in total, 41 people died, 2 people were seriously injured, and 2 people were slightly injured."

"Let's go and see our friends."

Yamamoto smiled slightly, stepped forward to several captives who were tied behind their backs on the ground, reached out and took off the mask from one of them, and asked a question in a serious tone.

"Where is Zuo Zhong? I only ask once."

The other party seemed to be frightened and stupid, and he didn't answer with a blank face.

"Okay, as expected of the Secret Service."

Seeing that the prisoner didn't speak, Yamamoto smiled and praised him, then suddenly drew his gun and aimed at the man's head and pulled the trigger. A bloody arrow shot out from the back of the prisoner's head, and he fell heavily to the ground.

After killing one person, he asked the others in a cold voice again: "I'll ask again, where is Zuo Zhong? As long as he is willing to cooperate, the Empire of Japan will never treat him badly."

"We are from Secret Service Headquarters, Zuo Zhong has nothing to do with me."

Before he could finish speaking, another prisoner who was slightly injured quickly knelt on the ground, kowtowed and shouted loudly.

"Nani!!??"

Yamamoto was dizzy when he heard the words, and grabbed the other party's collar: "Baga, you are clearly members of the Secret Service, why don't you admit it, as the intelligence elite of the national government, don't you even have the courage to admit your identity?"

"I'm wronged, what I said is true, director Xu called at night, and ordered the new chief of the intelligence section to lead us to attack an underground party stronghold, demanding that the personalities inside be killed.

He was beaten to death by you just now, the body is there, I can show you, I don't know anything else, please let me go. ’ explained the prisoner crying.

Secret Service Headquarters, Xu Enzeng, phone.

Suddenly, Yamamoto thought of a possibility, and immediately opened his eyes and shouted at his subordinates.

"Quick! Quick! Go to Rongcheng Road! Hurry to Ji Yunqing's mansion!"

After he finished speaking, he rushed to the car. The other personnel didn't know what happened, but they jumped into the car without hesitation. Many cars rushed out like arrows from the bow, racing at the highest speed on the highway in the concession.

Streetlights flashed across Yamamoto's blackened face quickly, and the intelligence department's elite felt cold. He originally thought that Zuo Zhong could be eliminated by setting a trap by Ji Yunqing, Chang Yuqing, and Long Wu.

Now it seems that he was too optimistic. The other party was even more difficult to deal with than he imagined. He actually found out that there was a problem with the department store, and he used the Secret Service Headquarters as a scapegoat to attract their attention.

"Quick, faster!"

Thinking of this, even though the driver had already stepped on the gas pedal to the fuel tank, Yamamoto kept urging, Rongcheng Road is not far from Haiphong Road, they might still have a chance.

There are so many bodyguards and guards in the Ji Mansion, the villa is solidly built, and the interior structure is complicated, the Secret Service should not be able to take it down in a short time, yes, it must be like this.

He looked at his watch anxiously, and prayed to all the gods he could think of in his heart, hoping that Ji Yunqing's subordinates could persevere for a while longer.

After more than ten minutes of high-speed driving, the car rushed into Rongcheng Road, looking at the Ji Mansion on the corner of the street that had turned into a sea of ​​flames, Yamamoto was in a trance and murmured.

"idiot."

The time went back to three thirty in the morning.

In the office of Tongheng Restaurant, Zuo Zhong and Gui Youguang were whispering under the desk lamp around a construction blueprint.

"Deputy Director, is Chang Yuqing really in the Ji Mansion?"

The big bald head seemed a little disbelieving, scratched his head and said in doubt: "We have been staring at the target for so long, and we haven't found any suspicious signs."

"Really not?"

After hearing this, Zuo Chong asked a rhetorical question, took a pen and clicked on the blueprint: "Your eyeliner is a cook, and you are restricted from going to other places in Ji's mansion, why does Ji Yunqing send someone to monitor such a person?

If it was discovered that the other party was cooperating with us, she would have died long ago. She is not dead now. What does this mean? It means that Ji Yunqing is afraid that others will find out something through her, and wants to restrict her communication with outsiders.

The information that a cook can access is nothing more than what dishes are bought and cooked every day, how many tableware are prepared, and how much is left after meals. Let me ask you, what can be analyzed from these? "

"The number of people in the Ji Mansion!"

Gui Youguang suddenly realized that this was the same as his analysis of the number of people in a department store through household waste, except that one was fake and the other was real.

"Correct."

Zuo Zhong sat on the stool and crossed his legs: "Ji Yunqing doesn't want people to know the number of people in his family. There can only be one reason, and that is that there is a shady person in his family.

Based on the information collected earlier, Chang Yuqing, who returned to Shanghai from the Northeast, probably hid in the Ji Mansion and never went out.

These two traitors live together, so naturally they don't need to go out to communicate. All the action orders are conveyed by the Japanese through the radio. Ji Yunqing has so many disciples and grandchildren, it is impossible for us to monitor them all.

There are two ways to hide the communication channel, either to strengthen the secrecy, or to confuse the public. The people in the Cao Gang are not professional intelligence personnel. Considering this, the second is the best choice.

Moreover, the person surnamed Ji has been kind to Boss Zhang, one of the three white ministers, who saved his life and supported him. The devils know that we will be cautious, so what place in Shanghai is safer than Ji's mansion. "

When he said this, he squinted his eyes. He had a meeting at Yunkelai Hotel that day, and when he heard that Gui Youguang and Song Minghao both found out that Long Wu had a problem, he felt a little strange.

The first time Long Wu appeared was at the event briefing at Hongkou Airport.

The second time he appeared was at the scene where the Secret Service destroyed the Japanese stronghold. Long Wu's company was one of the targets, and at the same time he had a fierce fight with Xu Enzeng.

The third time it happened was that Gui Youguang made a short circuit in the circuit. He used the suspicious personnel in the Jifu to follow the clues to find the electrical material store, and then found the next department store under Long Wuming that was not well managed and had a problem with the number of people.

The first half of the second incident can be regarded as a coincidence. After all, it is impossible for the Japanese to know the actions of the Secret Service in advance, otherwise they would not allow so many strongholds to be destroyed.

But as long as the Secret Service keeps an eye on and investigates Long Wu's background, and can still find out that the other party has a close relationship with Xu Enzeng, then they can draw those conclusions.

One, Long Wu and Xu Enzeng have a very good relationship.

Second, Long Wu had an affair with the Japanese.

Third, Xu Enzeng may have colluded with the Japanese.

In addition, Chang Yuqing, Long Wu's traitor master, returned to Shanghai, but he couldn't hide it from others, and the government would definitely settle accounts with this guy.

In connection with the third matter, it is easy to think that Chang Yuqing is most likely hiding in his apprentice's department store.

In this way, the Secret Service had two reasons to attack the department store, namely to eradicate the traitor Chang Yuqing, and to find evidence of Xu Enzeng's collaboration with the enemy to attack the secret service headquarters.

It sounds logical, everything is very normal, but in intelligence activities, everything is normal means abnormal.

Zuo Zhong didn't believe in such a good thing at all, so there was only one possibility left, which was a trap set by the Japanese.

He believed that even if Gui Youguang didn't create a short circuit, the enemy would find a way to draw their attention to that suspicious electrical material store, and finally lead out to the department store.

It was precisely because of this confirmation that he turned his attention back to Ji Yunqing and deduced Chang Yuqing's real hiding place.

As for the devil's series of actions, there is only one purpose - to kill himself.

The Japanese wanted to kill him, and Zuo Zhong knew that if the identity was changed, among the devils was a senior intelligence officer who had sabotaged the government many times, he would try his best to kill him soon.

But he never expected that the Japanese would spend such a large amount of money, and they would not hesitate to give up the opportunity to sit in the government and start a war, just to kill a small colonel and deputy director.

Could it be that the locust knew about February [-]?

I don't know if Prince Yongren would occasionally think of Okamoto Shigenobu by the Daming Lake when he was in the deep palace compound. It's a pity that he created such a good opportunity and the other party didn't seize it. Who can blame him for it.

Zuo Zhong looked at his watch with emotion for a while, then looked up at Gui Youguang: "We will act on time at four o'clock, when Xu Enzeng's men will attack the bait, the operation here is very safe."

"Yes, Deputy Director."

Gui Youguang was overjoyed after listening: "The Secret Service Headquarters has made a contribution to the Anti-Japanese War this time. Our military medals are half of theirs. I will burn some more paper money later, and I will take it as a thank you."

"No need, I have already sent a report to the Bureau Headquarters, stating that Director Xu learned that there was a Japanese army stronghold on Haiphong Road, and he took the initiative to send people to encircle and suppress it. I will not agree to him.

The bureau chief was very moved when he heard that, and was about to ask the leader for credit for him, and publicized this fearless spirit within the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics. "

Zuo Zhong smiled lightly and decided on this matter. There is no such thing as letting a person take the place of a dead ghost. It is clear that Xu Enzeng volunteered. He can't stop him from sending him to his death.

After the two finished talking, it was almost [-]:[-] in the morning.

Gui Youguang cleaned up the shop one last time. This monitoring point, which cost a lot of money to build, will be abandoned after the operation. Although it is a pity, it must be done.

The Japanese are not fools. Once the target person dies, they will definitely investigate the surrounding residents.

After confirming that no clues were left behind, Zuo Zhong and Gui Youguang changed into their night clothes, put on a hood with only two eyes and mouth missing, and strode into the hotel lobby.

At this time, all the lights in the shop were turned off, and through the street lights through the window lattice, a dozen spies could be seen checking weapons, and the table was full of grenades and flash bombs.

It is worth noting that the guns that were originally shining with cold light, as well as the faces and buttons of the people were all painted with black dye, this is to prevent the reflection of light from being discovered by the enemy during the operation.

In addition, the spies also used tape to insulate places that are prone to collisions, such as grenade shells, to avoid noise. It is a matter of life and death, and all details must not be careless.

After these years of training and actual combat, the elite operatives of the Secret Service already have a bit of the demeanor of the paramilitary special forces of later generations.

Of course it's just similar in shape, it's still far from the real special forces, but it's enough to deal with a few bodyguards and gangsters who have never seen the world.

"On time."

"Three, two, one, three fifty-eight."

Zuo Zhong raised his watch and announced the time softly. The people present lowered their heads and checked the time. They nodded to each other after finding that there was no error, and then they were automatically divided into two action teams, lined up on both sides of the restaurant's gate.

On the road outside, a Renault van postal van, which is the most common in Shanghai, approached Ji's mansion with black smoke, and the sudden sound of the engine attracted the attention of four bodyguards in front of Ji's mansion.

After discovering that it was a postal vehicle, the bodyguards slowly relaxed their vigilance, but they still stared at each other intently. Ji Yunqing sent several people to guard the door because they were cautious.

As the first line of defense of the Ji Mansion, their marksmanship can be inaccurate, and their fights can be weak, but they must always be vigilant to buy time for the internal guards to defend and counterattack.

When driving to the opposite side, the front of the truck suddenly stopped for a few seconds, as if it had turned off the engine. Before the bodyguard stepped forward to check, the truck started rumbling again and drove past slowly.

"Broken car, scare you."

A guard cursed in a low voice, put the pistol back in his arms, and when he was about to continue observing, another person bumped his shoulder. Following the other's gaze, a woman walked towards this side.

The sudden appearance of a woman in the middle of the night was too strange, the law and order in Shanghai hadn't improved to this point, and several people immediately became vigilant.

Just when they turned their attention away, the postal van was still driving unhurriedly. The driver in the driver's seat pressed the peaked cap on his head and looked at the rearview mirror.

On the other side of the truck, two teams of spies were walking in small steps. The latter put his hand on the former's shoulder, and with the help of the vehicle's cover, they quietly approached the heavily guarded target.

Seeing that the operation went smoothly, the driver breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at the bodyguard not far away, and naturally put his hand on the car window, estimating the time in his heart, and stretched out three fingers to start the countdown.

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

Zuo Zhong, who was at the front of one of the lines, stared at the driver's fingers and began to count silently. When the opponent's hand clenched into a fist, he immediately swung his right hand down hard.

Almost at the same time, eight of the most elite operatives of the Secret Service descended like tigers, bypassing the truck and pounced on the four bodyguards who were close at hand.

Even with two-to-one, the spies still dare not be careless. One of the two-person team smashed the bodyguard's throat with a fist with a knuckle in the first place, making it impossible for the other party to sound an early warning.

Immediately afterwards, the second person used the Mongolian (harmonious) ancient wrestling method to lock the target's hands and feet to prevent the target from drawing out a weapon. After succeeding, he firmly strangled the target's neck with his arms, causing him to suffocate to death.

In just a few seconds, the four armed bodyguards with weapons were completely disarmed. They fell to the ground, rolled their eyes, and writhed unconsciously for the final struggle.

"Ho~ho~"

Quietly listening to the strange sounds made by the four bodyguards, Zuo Zhong stood aside watching them lose signs of life little by little, touched his breath and nodded slightly to Gui Youguang.

Gui Youguang didn't talk too much, he patted the shoulders of the two spies and made a gesture. The two immediately went to the wall and squatted halfway, with their hands crossed on their knees to set up a ladder.

Seeing that his subordinates were getting ready, he stepped on the opponent's hand with a run-up and used his strength to jump up the wall and into the yard. After a while, the gate of the iron-clad Ji Mansion slowly opened.

(End of this chapter)