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Chapter 30 Patronizing the Chiba Chamber of Commerce
What's more, the phone has been cut off, and all the wires outside have been cut by the crowd.Listening to the cracking sound of the windows outside, the people inside were silently praying for God Amaterasu's blessing.

On the surface, the Chiba Chamber of Commerce is stationed in Shanghai as a non-governmental Japanese chamber of commerce. It is simply engaged in some commercial activities of cotton and linen, but in fact this is also purposeful. Shipped to the Korean peninsula, while being made into military cotton clothes, it is difficult for the Chinese defenders to find enough cotton and linen to make warm cotton clothes.

In the local area, the battle plan to capture the economic and political center of Huaguo is already under preparation, and the soldiers and horses have not moved food and grass first. The Qianye Chamber of Commerce has already taken action in purchasing raw materials for making soldiers' warm cotton coats.

On the other hand, the Chiba Chamber of Commerce is also a nail used by the "Shanghai Marine Corps Headquarters" to collect intelligence. In the name of private business cooperation, it specializes in making friends with government officials from all walks of life in Shanghai.

Outside the wall, someone moved a ladder and climbed to the top of the wall, but found a vicious dog inside, which could not be chased away by bricks.

"Brother, throw the torch!" Li Chong reminded on the wall with his face covered.

"Thank you!" The young man on the wall who was throwing stones at dogs took the torch from the person below, and kindly reminded, "Brother, we are fighting Japan to win glory for our country, so you don't need to cover your face!"

In the basement, at the upper desk, a man with a mustache smashed the phone. He was Masaichi Yoshida, the person in charge of the Qianye Chamber of Commerce in Shanghai.Then angrily opened the drawer, took out the pistol inside and kicked up the stairs, this feeling of waiting to die was simply suffocating.As he walked, he thought viciously, if he had known earlier, he would have equipped more guns.

Not to mention the haste of retreating just now, the radio station in the office was not brought down.It was a commercial radio station, and the Chiba Club usually sent some commercial messages through it, and it was not afraid of being monitored by the Shanghai Nationalist government. Over time, it formed the effect of confusing the monitors.But in fact, the Chiba Chamber of Commerce in Shanghai will always include some code words in the telegrams sent to China.

The telephone line was cut, and now Yoshida Masaichi wanted to directly request help from the Marine Corps Command in Shanghai through this radio station.

More and more people climbed up the wall outside, and several vicious dogs were also scared by the torches. Finally, a few passionate youths on the wall set up ladders and descended together holding torches. When there were two meters left, they jumped down. Waving, the vicious dog ran into the house with its tail between its legs in fright.

"Bang bang!" Several young people on the top of the wall threw homemade Molotov cocktails into the building, and billows of smoke rushed out through the broken windows.

"Biangbiang!" Among the various crackling sounds, there were two crisp gunshots, the sound of the Southern Fourteenth Style.Li Chong couldn't hear what kind of gunshot it was, but he was very familiar with the sound of the gun.

But obviously, the marksmanship of the gunman was really bad, and the people who rushed into the yard did not suffer any damage.

The hot-blooded young man didn't know what to be afraid of at the moment, and he still rushed forward when he heard the gunshot.Li Chong didn't take chances, he quickly put one hand on the wall, his body fell down, and then he let go and slid into the yard and squatted behind the tree trunk. After all, he was not afraid of bullets but stray bullets.

Immediately searching for the source of the gunshots, "biang!" There was another sound, this time a young man clutched his shoulder and howled miserably.Just now the ten Japanese ronin at the door arrogantly drew their knives and slashed at people, but they were rushed on by the crowd, and they were beaten into a ball abruptly.Now the blood of his companion made the young man in front of him feel a surge of hostility, and his legs seemed to be filled with strength!

In the second window on the third floor, Yoshida laughed arrogantly when he saw that he had shot someone.

Li Chong saw the swaying figure on the third floor at a glance, pulled out the pistol from his waist and pulled the trigger instantly. The speed was very fast, and the pistol slipped into his sleeve after the button was finished.

Then Yoshida Masaichi, who was still dancing just now, his expression froze for a moment, and the moment his thinking cells were still beating, he felt that he had bumped into a [-]-ton boulder head-on, and then his consciousness fell into eternal darkness.

The people who were flooded with anger did not realize that someone in the crowd had fired a shot. After finishing the shot, Li Chong left the crowd, walked around to the back of the house, stepped on the potholed marble tiles, and climbed along the sewer pipe to the window on the second floor. Turn over and enter.

At this time, the agitated crowd outside were still trying to break open the locked gate and the anti-theft iron bars on the windows on the first floor.

At the same time, in the intelligence office of the Marine Corps Command in Shanghai, one of the core departments, Section Chief Yuichi Ozawa has been throwing glasses since yesterday. The roar in the office made the soldiers on duty subconsciously stay away from the office. two steps.

Ikeda and Watanabe had been kneeling on the ground for a day and a night, their legs were already numb, and the blood scars on their faces were glued together with the tea leaves.

On the seat, Ozawa Yuichi's chest was puffed up, and he said in a serious tone, "The map you lost is the result of two years of hard work. It took a year just to measure and visit, and to draw and correct it later. , now you two told me that Tu fell into the river, so why are you two kneeling here now?"

Ikeda Watanabe has knelt here for a whole day without eating or drinking, and his sanity has been blurred. To be precise, the two of them have been in a daze since the moment they saw the painting tube fall into the river, and they have been indifferent to Ozawa Yuichi's scolding.

"Dong dong dong, dong dong dong!" An intelligence officer outside had no choice but to report the matter.

With the thought of being slapped with "Ba Ga" by the section chief, the young section member pushed open the door.The first time I saw Ikeda and Watanabe who were like sculptures, some sympathy flashed in their eyes, and then they changed into anxious expressions.

"What's the matter?" Xiao Zexiong said coldly.

"Section Chief, the Chiba Chamber of Commerce was besieged by the evil people of China, and thick smoke was ignited." Although the section chief is in a bad mood now, the junior staff still have to bite the bullet and add fuel to the flames.

"Baga! Bastard!" Sure enough, the section chief slapped himself as expected by the junior section staff.

"Pick up the mobile phone for me!" Yuichi Ozawa turned to the desk, picked up the internal phone, and hurried out after a while.

After Li Chong entered the second floor, he bent down and went upstairs.Smelling the smell of blood, I came to Yoshida Masaichi, and the blood flowed all over the floor. Only then did I see that it was a garbage gun of the Nambu Type [-] made in Japan. The firing pin of this gun is too thin and brittle. It would break after a few shots, and Li Chong didn't even bother to take it back.

Enduring his disgust, Li Chong picked out the bullet with a blade and took it away, then wiped the blade on Yoshida Masaichi's white shirt with disdain.He took the gun from Yoshida Masaaki's hand, walked to the desk in the direction he was looking at before he died, and turned the barrel of the Nambu [-]-style gun. He smashed the handle of the gun on the lock and repeated several times. The lock broke.

A living pistol was used by Li Chong as a hammer.

Li Chong threw the Southern Fourteen Style, whose barrel was somewhat deformed, on the table and rubbed his hands together. This was a habitual action he had developed before harvesting.

(End of this chapter)