cicada

night,
The coast of Huangpujiang, north of Shanghai and Shanghai, is deserted, and the cold wind blows the reed leaves making a rustling sound, making it seem a bit desolate and eerie.

Suddenly, a bunch of headlights pierced the dark night sky, and a car appeared on the dirt road not far from Jiangmian, speeding towards Changxing Island.

In the car, Gui Youguang, who was sitting in the co-pilot's seat, glanced sideways at the target who was huddled in the back row of the car and had already fallen asleep, and made a suggestion.

"Deputy Director, the two of us are bringing this little guy with us. It's easy for the Japanese to see the problem. Do you want to inform the brothers to come and meet up, so it's safer."

"No need, there will be someone to meet you when we arrive at Changxing Island. Let's take the ambulance ship of the Japanese Navy to Hui Province, disembark and find a way to return to Changcheng.

Youguang, you have to remember that there is nothing in this world that money can’t solve. If there is, it must be because you don’t have enough money. Take time to rest. "

Zuo Zhong said as he glanced at the rearview mirror, frowned slightly, slammed the steering wheel with his hand, drove the car into a side road, stopped and turned off the engine, pulled out the pistol and loaded it, and said something in a cold voice.

"Get out of the car and be alert, there are lights behind, something is wrong."

"Yes."

Gui Youguang's expression remained unchanged, and he showed no signs of panic. He opened the car door and jumped out into the dense reeds, and soon disappeared.

In such an environment with low visibility and full of obstacles, a well-trained intelligence officer can unleash powerful combat effectiveness.

It's fine if the Japanese didn't follow. If the two sides really exchange fire here, the devils will definitely pay a heavy price.

After giving the order, Zuo Zhong was not idle, got out of the car, hugged the awakened target in his arms, walked to the depths of the reed bushes, pulled a handful of reed leaves to cover the target, and handed out a small compass to remind him in a low voice.

"Little Treasure, if we don't come back later, you can follow the direction pointed by the red arrow of this little toy and wait at the gate of Peter's Co., Ltd. in the French Concession. An uncle named Ban will come to pick you up. Do you understand?"

He told the target the emergency contact information of the squadron, and sighed in his heart. It was really the last moment, and it was up to the little guy himself whether he could go home or not.

"Understood, follow the red arrow, go to Peter Matheson in the French Concession, and wait for an uncle named Ban."

The goal may be that he has experienced too much parting from life and death, this young child is so mature that it makes people feel distressed, he obediently lay on the ground and nodded, repeating what Zuo Zhong said.

"Well, well, don't make a sound,"

Zuo Zhong smiled and patted the opponent's little head, then turned and walked away after speaking, preparing to lure possible enemies as far away from the target as possible.

Passing through a muddy beach, he came to the intersection of the dirt road and the fork road, and successfully found Gui Youguang who was looking out.

Seeing the other party, he casually took off a reed leaf and put it in his mouth, pointed to the big bald head's forehead, and pointed to his own mouth.

The two have been through life and death together since the 22nd year of the Republic of China. After several years of cooperation, they have a tacit understanding, and there is no need to talk about many things.

With a dark face, Gui Youguang grabbed a handful of mud from the ground and wiped it on the top of his head. He also held a reed leaf in his mouth, pointed his gun at the dirt road with both hands, and fixed his sharp eyes on the direction they came from.

Seeing this, Zuo Zhong went to the other side of the fork in the road to take precautions in a lying posture. Although his movements were a bit embarrassing, it was enough to save his life.

In a firefight in the dark, the most terrifying thing is not the enemy, but the accidental injury.

Once the gunshots sounded and the positions of the personnel changed rapidly, no one knew whether the people around them were friends or foes. The only thing they could do was to avoid conventional shooting angles, such as lying on the ground.

This kind of little skill is not taught by any shooting instructor in the world. It all depends on the accumulation of personal experience, provided that you are lucky enough to survive firefights again and again.

After a while, the wind became louder and louder, and the snowflakes that stopped during the operation fell again. White reeds mixed with snow particles swept past, and the world was vast.

"Woo~ woo~"

Zuo Chong keenly noticed some strange movements in the wind, and immediately took a breath and used the reed leaves as reeds to make a weak whistling sound.

Gui Youguang also responded with a whistling sound, and the two adjusted their breathing at the same time, and slowly dialed down the manual safety of the Blanche 1911 located on the upper part of the grip.

When operating in enemy-occupied areas, PPK ammunition is too difficult to find, and it is easy to expose the identity of the Secret Service operators. Using the Brownie does not have such concerns, and it is powerful enough.

The two of them were just getting ready when a truck appeared on the dirt road. There was a beam of flashlight shining left and right on the top of the truck, obviously looking for something.

Zuo Zhong was not surprised by this. After the Japanese occupied Shanghai, they spent a lot of effort to develop their eyes and ears in the market and establish a low-level intelligence network. It is not difficult for the other party to track a car.

What's more, when the Blackwood Hotel was attacked, the idiots understood that it was to save people. Blocking traffic and searching for passages out of the city were the most basic means of response. It is not surprising that there are patrol cars here.

As the truck got closer, he saw the brass lock in the driver's cab by the light in the cabin. This guy was talking to a fat man with a very sad expression.

Zuo Zhong thought for a while, and moved his gun slightly to aim at the other party. The declaration was not only to kill his own people, but also to be killed by his own people. Only in this way could he deceive the suspicious Ji Yunqing.

Lurking is like this, not only to fight wits and courage with the enemy, but also to face bullets from comrades at any time. There was no chance before, and today he will make up this lesson for the opponent.

Being shot by yourself is better than meeting a real shooter. After experiencing this kind of thing, Tongsuo will truly understand the hidden danger. Thinking of this, Zuo Zhong's expression gradually turned cold.

The brass lock in the car didn't know that he had become the target of the deputy director. He popped a cigarette and handed it to the fat man next to him, and said worriedly while helping the other party light his cigarette.

"Brother Shibao, so many brothers died in the Blackwood Hotel, without firing a single shot, even the Japanese were killed by the trap on the door seven or eight, the people who did it must be the elite of the government.

Is it too risky for us to come out at this time? I think we should close the team first and wait until dawn to search. Anyway, the station, dock, and highway are all blocked, and they can't run very far. "

After being trained by Zuo Zhong for so long, Tongsuo, who is familiar with the secret service's action style, knew that the person who robbed the target was his own as soon as he arrived at the Blackwood Hotel, so he would naturally find a way to delay the search.

As for Brother Shibao in his mouth, his name is Wu Shibao, a native of Tongshi, Jiangsu Province, and the husband of Ji Yunqing's (separated) daughter, he is also a hardcore traitor and ruthless.

Since he participated in the Feng Faction and Guo Army, fought in the Northern Expedition, and has excellent marksmanship, he is considered a rare "general talent" among the members of the Cao Gang who rely on luck to shoot, and is quite trusted by Ji Yunqing.

This time the Blackwood Hotel was attacked, and the family members of the Secret Service Headquarters staff were rescued. Ji Yunqing ordered the other party to bring the "elites" of the Cao Gang to assist the Japanese in their search and arrest, so as to pay off the crime.

After all, if he hadn't evacuated all the traitors near Seeward Road in a panic, and led the Japanese garrison to the direction of Sioux City River, the "murderer"'s actions would not have been so smooth.

Besides, Wu Shibao breathed out a puff of smoke slowly when he heard Tongsuo's words, his chubby face trembled, looked at the endless reeds outside the window, and explained confidently.

"What do you know, soldiers are expensive and fast, and the other party is too conspicuous with a child, so he will definitely leave Shanghai as soon as possible. There are only three ways to get out of the city from Hongkou, by boat, train and car.

However, the train route is fixed and the space of the ship is closed. Once found, it is difficult to escape, and the weather is so bad tonight, so taking a car has become the murderer's only choice.

This dirt road is remote, except for the group of people who walk (separate) smuggled cigarettes~ soil, few people pass by, and it is close enough to Changjiang. If I were from the government, I would definitely go here.

Don't worry about Tongsuo, the dozen or so brothers behind are all good hands in the gang, and it's not easy to deal with a few spies, so you can rest assured and wait for the reward of the locust army, haha. "

"So that's how it is, Brother Shibao, you really are like this."

Tongsuo gave a thumbs up and flattered him, secretly anxious, hoping that the deputy director didn't go this way or had already evacuated, otherwise it would be troublesome to be entangled by these traitors.

At this moment, the headlights of the car passed by a clump of reeds, and he inadvertently saw a flash of light from the corner of his eyes, and he was frightened out of his wits. It was the metal reflection of the muzzle of the gun.

Before he had time to say more, he dragged Wu Shibao and got under the cab, and then heard a crisp gunshot, the driver drooped his head weakly, let go of the accelerator, and the truck slowly stopped on the side of the road.

"enemy!"

"shot!"

The gangsters in the truck bed were stunned by the sudden attack, jumped out of the truck, gesticulated with weapons, trying to find the attacker.

But then three more gunshots sounded, the gangster in charge of the flashlight rushed to the street first, the headlights of the truck were also smashed, and the scene was completely plunged into darkness.

At this time, the cold wind was whimpering, as if the souls of countless innocent souls who died at the hands of the Japanese were crying together, the faces of the gangsters with ghosts in their hearts were pale, and their eyes were full of fear.

"Squeak~"

A sharp whistle passed by, and the gangsters quickly turned the muzzle of their guns along the sound, and pulled the trigger desperately until the magazine was empty, and the weapons in their hands made the sound of empty chamber hanging.

The group of traitors who didn't know the distance between the firepower lowered their heads and began to reload ammunition in a hurry. They didn't even notice that there was a black hole in the reeds behind them.

bang bang bang
Gui Youguang held the gun in his right hand, rested his left hand on his right wrist to offset the recoil, and moved while shooting in small steps, shooting seven high-power .45 bullets out of the gun chamber in one breath.

Having already adapted to the dark environment, he was not in a hurry to observe the results of the battle. He immediately hid behind a small mound after the fight, and quickly escaped from the enemy's shooting range with a few tactical moves.

The bright red blood dripped onto the white reed flowers. A gangster touched (partitioned) the wound on his chest, looked at the blood on his hand, and fell to the ground with a plop.

This is like the beginning, five or six traitors who aided the tyrants and betrayed the country for glory were killed almost at the same time. In less than a minute, half of the Cao Gang died.

"Squeak ~ squeak ~"

Immediately, more whistles rang out over the reeds, and the panic-stricken gangsters didn't know how many enemies there were. They fired wildly around them hysterically, and their spirits were on the verge of collapse.

Ignoring the flying bullets, Zuo Zhong and Gui Youguang wandered in the darkness unhurriedly, blowing on the reed leaves in their mouths, stopping to fire a shot from time to time, reaping the lives of traitors to their heart's content.

The brass lock in the carriage looked at the scene like a slaughterhouse, and understood where the reflection just now came from, and also understood the deep meaning behind the bullet.

From this moment on, he will truly fight alone, and the enemy is no longer the Japanese or Ji Yunqing, but the Secret Service, those brothers who have shared weal and woe.

He picked up Wu Shibao, who was shaking like a chaff, kicked open the driver's body and the car door, and dragged him to run wildly. This person is his most reliable witness, and he must not die here.

Running in the mud with deep feet and shallow feet, Tongsuo looked back at the gunfire blooming in the dark night, his eyes became hot, and then he hid all his emotions deeply in his heart.

I don't know how long it took, but the reeds became quiet again.

There were only corpses and a riddled truck left at the scene. Zuo Zhong and Gui Youguang covered each other back to back and checked who had been shot.

"There is light, drive our car out, and I will bring the target back."

"Yes, Deputy Director."

After confirming that no one was left alive, Zuo Zhong gave Gui Youguang a word, turned around and walked quickly to the place where the target was placed.

There is no shelter around the reed beach, the gunshots will be heard far away, and the Japanese will appear at any time, so they have to leave immediately.

But as he was walking, he stopped abruptly, tilted his head and asked a faint question into the air.

"Your Excellency has been here for so long, aren't you going to come out and say hello?"

one second,
two seconds,

three seconds...

After more than ten seconds, no one responded in the dark night. Zuo Zhong frowned as if realizing something, and continued to walk deep into the reeds. It took a while to find the target.

Looking at the little guy squatting on the spot with his knees in his arms, he sighed silently, saying that war should let women and children go away, but when the country is ruined and the family is destroyed, who can stay out of it.

After sighing, he wiped off the dirt on the surface of the watch and glanced at the time, roughly estimated the next itinerary, and said to the air again.

"I can only give you 2 minutes, don't worry, as a soldier, I guarantee that I will deliver Xiaobao safely to your hands."

After finishing speaking, Zuo Zhong walked more than ten meters away, looked up at the night sky, through the howling cold wind, he seemed to hear a thank you, he didn't say anything, just waved his hand lightly.

It is not the other party who should say thank you, but all Chinese people. Without these warriors lurking in the heart of the enemy, the Chinese nation will pay a more painful price if it wants to defeat the Japanese.

What I can do is to give the father and son a little time alone. This may be the last time they meet in this life. Sometimes a farewell turns out to be a farewell, and a goodbye is never seen again.

(It's burned to 39 again, depending on the situation, let's wait and see)