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Chapter 855
An hour before action.

In the early hours of the morning, a roadside stall in Hongkou was bustling with people. Many workers who just got off the night shift came here in groups to order cheap food such as hot rice and glutinous rice balls, chatting while eating.

But there was one table that was extremely quiet. A few gang gangsters in black clothes and black hats, with gun cases slung across their shoulders, were eating their meals without taking their eyes off a villa across the road.

Ever since he was taken away from his home by the Secret Service last time, Ji Yunqing had completely lost his sense of security. Not only did he move his residence inside Hongkou, but he also arranged a large number of disciples and grandchildren around him.

Regardless of whether these people are professional or not, with so many people standing here, they can always moan twice before being beaten to death, so he has enough time to contact the nearby Japanese garrison.

These few gangsters at the food stall are members of the human-meat alarm, for the so-called Jianghu rules and loyalty, filial piety, and righteousness, they are very dedicated.

Just when they finished eating and got up to leave to replace another group of people for dinner, a car drove up from a distance and rushed into the stall under everyone's horrified eyes.

The gangsters were knocked out before they had time to react, and they became dead souls under the car. The scene was full of broken limbs and arms, and blood flowed wantonly, like a slaughterhouse.

This scene scared the other customers away, and the screams one after another brought the vigilant traitors back to their senses, and they desperately moved closer to the scene of the incident.

When they came to the car, several traitors carefully approached the driver's seat with guns, and found that there was only one person in the car lying motionless on the steering wheel, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

Several people looked at each other, and finally motioned for a junior to come forward to check. This person put his trembling hand on the driver's neck, and then his eyes widened.

The opponent's pulse was strong and powerful, and he didn't look like an unconscious person at all. This was a trap, but before he could speak, the driver's hand hidden under his body pulled the trigger.

"Bang bang bang~"

Clouds of blood mist suddenly exploded from the unlucky guy's back, and at the same time, two people jumped out of the crowd, standing in the dark outside the streetlights, holding guns with both hands and fiercely firing at the traitors.

The orange (separated) gunfire lit up rhythmically, and the shell casings fell to the ground with a clanging sound. In just a few seconds, the first batch of more than a dozen gangsters who arrived were killed and injured.

The moment the gunshot rang out, Ji Yunqing, who was sleeping, rolled from the bed to the ground, crawled to the desk, held the gun in one hand, and yelled loudly with the microphone in the other.

"Quickly let the Japanese send troops to rescue me, and let all the brothers in the vicinity come back by the way, yes, everyone, hurry up!"

Accompanied by his hoarse roar, the whole of Hongkou became a mess. Japanese military police, secret agents, and traitors rushed towards Ji Yunqing's mansion in various means of transportation.

The gunman outside jumped directly into the restarted car after the sneak attack, drove slowly towards the Sioux City River, and shot the traitors on the side of the road through the car window from time to time.

All of a sudden, the sound of police sirens and gunshots was everywhere in Shanghai, and the Japanese security force was getting farther and farther away from Seward Road unconsciously, and the area around the Blackwood Hotel gradually became quiet.

5 minutes before action.

On the roof of the Japanese Telephone Office, Gui Youguang crouched beside the signal tower and watched for a while, and when he saw countless car lights, he drove off in the distance, turned his head and said something to Zuo Zhong.

"Deputy Director, it's almost time."

"Well, let's start. You must not shoot after passing by. If the situation is not right, you are allowed to evacuate at your own time. Everything depends on your own safety."

Zuo nodded and replied, he quickly spun a flying claw hook wrapped in cotton cloth in his hand, and then swung it downstairs, and the hook flew to the top floor of the Blackwood Hotel with a swish of the rope.

After a slight noise, the hook landed smoothly on the ground, and the left weight slowed down to retract the rope a little bit, trying to find an anchor point.

Fortunately, the hotel was building a fourth floor, and many wooden pillars and beams had been erected on the construction site. The flying claw hook quickly caught one and stuck firmly into the wood.

Zuo Zhong yanked the rope hard, and after confirming that the hook was not loose, he fastened it to the fence on the roof of the building, and then threw a flying claw hook again to fix it in the same way.

In the end, he tied three safety ropes around Gui Youguang's waist, two of which were connected to the flying claw rope, and one was connected to the fence, so as to prevent the flying claw hook from falling off during the movement.

"Okay, move slowly, don't alarm the enemy."

After everything was ready, Zuo Chong patted the big bald head on the shoulder, watching the other party hook the rope with his feet and slide towards the opposite side with his face up, a little worried expression appeared on his face.

There are many guests in the Blackwood Hotel. From the first floor to the third floor where the target may be hidden, you need to go through two floors. There is too much uncertainty in the middle, and it may be discovered at any time.

As for entering with make-up, they don't have that much time to prepare, and the Japanese are not stupid, and if they approach the target with a face, the enemy will definitely monitor it closely.

There is only one way to quietly rescue the target—to use the air channel. At the Liuguo Hotel, the Japanese Kwantung Army almost killed the Secret Service by surprise.

Now that their identities have been changed, they can completely retaliate in their own way. In the dead of night, when the activities of ordinary residents are reduced, they can sneak into the hotel secretly through ropes.

However, this method also has disadvantages. Once the flying claw hook falls off, the operatives can easily perform trapeze. The three-story building does not seem to be high, but if they fall from a height of more than ten meters, they will be seriously injured even if they do not die.

Fortunately, what he was worried about did not happen. The big bald head safely reached the roof of the hotel. After landing, he untied the rope on his body, took out a flashlight covered with a red cloth from his pocket, and pressed the switch.

Seeing the flashing signal, Zuo Zhong was overjoyed, bent down to pick up a backpack, put it on the rope and pushed it hard, and the heavy backpack immediately fell to Gui Youguang's hand along the zipline.

After getting the equipment, Gui Youguang immediately took out a gas mask and put it on his face, put the bag on his back, lowered his body and moved slowly towards the stairs.

It is said that it is a staircase, but in fact, the workers made a one-meter-square hole at the end of the corridor and erected a wooden ladder to provide a temporary passage for personnel to enter and exit.

Out of caution, he didn't go downstairs hastily, but stretched out a small mirror to observe carefully for a while, and when he was sure that there was no one in the corridor, he abandoned the ladder and fell to the ground with a rope.

The Japanese are full of tricks, and no one knows whether the other party has tampered with the ladder. Secret operations must eliminate all risks. To be on the safe side, it is safer to use their own tools.

As soon as Gui Youguang stepped on the floor, he immediately pulled out his dagger with his backhand and leaned against the wall. He pricked up his ears and listened to the movement around him, but he didn't hear anything except his breathing.

This is also normal. This is Hongkou, where the Japanese are the most powerful. The military police and Cao gang traitors in charge of guarding the target cannot keep vigilance 24 hours a day, and they have to rest.

In the quiet corridor, Gui Youguang gently took off his backpack and put it on the ground, pulled out four rubber tubes from it, and tiptoed to a room with curtains drawn during the day.

He turned his head and looked at both sides, squatted down and stuffed the rubber tube into the crack at the bottom of the door, then gently blocked the gap with a wet towel, and then walked to the second room.

It didn't take long for all four rooms to be furnished. He went back to his backpack and dragged out a cylinder, slowly turned the valve, and the colorless and odorless nitrous oxide was poured into the room through the rubber tube.

Nitrous oxide.

An inhaled narcotic, discovered in the middle of the [-]th century, has a rapid anesthesia induction and recovery process, is non-irritating to the respiratory tract, does not damage internal organs, and can be used on children.

When the concentration of nitrous oxide in a confined space reaches 50.00%, ordinary people will experience muscle relaxation, and when it reaches 60.00%, they cannot wake up through their own willpower.

Gui Youguang glanced at the gas flow meter on the cylinder, while looking at his watch, silently counting the time, ready to cut off the gas at any time.

Although this kind of anesthetic is less harmful to children, if the dose is too large or the time is too long, it is easy to cause cyanosis caused by hypoxia, and it cannot be released too much.

Five minutes later, he decisively closed the valve and went outside the first room. He put a few long iron pieces into the keyhole and turned them slightly. The bolt snapped back and the door was easily opened.

Covering the door with a gap, the big bald head quietly sneaked into the door, and scanned around with the dim light in the room, and saw a few traitors lying or sitting soundly asleep.

After confirming that the target was not in the house, he didn't want to waste any more time, twisted off the heads of these traitors one by one, turned around and walked out of the room, closing the door gently.

Maybe it was because he didn't look at the imperial calendar when he went out. In the next two rooms, Gui Youguang didn't find the target. Fortunately, he killed a few gangsters, so it was not a waste of time.

With anxiety, he took a deep breath and opened the last door. If no one was found in this room, it would be troublesome.

There are two possibilities for this situation, either Muyu's information is inaccurate, the target is not in the Blackwood Hotel at all, or the target is hidden in another room of the hotel.

No matter which one it is, it will bring huge risks to the mission. They have no time or opportunity to do it again. This is a one-shot deal.

But when he entered the room, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and saw a child lying on the bed in the middle of the room, frowning and whispering something, as if he was having a nightmare.

And two men in Japanese military uniforms were lying on the ground, one of them stretched his right hand straight, only one step away from the phone on the bedside table, apparently wanting to warn.

Gui Youguang walked quickly to the bedside, identified the child as quickly as possible, and after confirming that the child was the target, he opened the smelling salts for the other party to smell, turned back and opened the window to send a signal to the outside, and ended the lives of the two Japanese gendarmes.

"Are you Japanese?"

While he was busy dealing with the scene, the target got up in a daze, rubbed his eyes, looked at the big bald head and asked a question.

"Shh~"

Gui Youguang put his finger in front of his mouth, quickly installed a pull-type bomb on the door, and then came to the target.

Considering that a child doesn't know what bipartisan cooperation is, he only said that he was here to save people, asked the other party to keep quiet and asked a question softly.

"Xiaobao, are you wearing the tights your mother put on for you?"

The target blinked after hearing this, neither admitting nor denying it, obviously aware of the importance of the shirt, of course, it may also be remembering the mother's warning before the sacrifice, and dare not trust a stranger easily.

But this kind of trick can't be hidden from Gui Youguang, he heaved a sigh of relief and at the same time carried the target on his back, pulled the sheet to tie the other party and himself together, took out the rope to tie it, and skilfully descended to the first floor through the window.

Zuo Zhong had been waiting for a long time, and before they landed, he drove a car with no lights on to meet them. After the two got into the car, they stepped on the accelerator and headed straight for Zhabei.

(It got better in the morning, and it started to burn again in the afternoon. It was really tormenting, and I was homesick)

(End of this chapter)