The spy career of a surgeon

Chapter 116 Blood Compensation

"what!"

The screams of passers-by broke out the moment they heard the gunshot.

Those who could hide in the store hid, and those who couldn't, turned around and started running away.

According to past situations, it would be completely safe to leave the place where the gunfight occurred and go to another street.

It's just that today's situation is obviously very different from before.

Because at this moment, gunfire rang out in almost all streets in the concession.

One by one, the figures transformed from passers-by walking on the road that no one cared about, to killers, and to seducers.

Some were dressed in Tsing Yi, some were in suits, some were street boys, and some were cigarette vendors. People of all different identities suddenly drew their guns and fired at [-]:[-] amid the melodious ringing of bells. .

Clap clap clap.

Intense gunshots rang out, and the sudden assassination was hard to guard against. Several bullet holes appeared on the selected target without any accident, and blood flowed out. The Japanese opened their eyes wide and could not believe that they would die on the streets of the concession, and turned into The body was smashed to the ground helplessly.

"Quickly retreat!" The person who succeeded shouted, pressed the hat on his head, and quickly began to evacuate.

The roar of grenades not far away directly penetrated the peaceful atmosphere of the entire concession in the evening.

"what's the situation?"

The same thing happened in many police stations in the concession, that is, confusion and panic.

Did the Chinese send troops into the concession?
There were usually sporadic gunshots, but they were not as lively as today. Boom, the sound of grenades exploding, even scaring the police hats in their hands to the ground.

"Go out and check, quickly!"

"Check it! There are so many guns. If you go out to check them, are you asking us to die? What will you do if you meet a gangster? Should you shoot?"

The Chinese patrol officer directly yelled at his British superior.

"Police officers are just sweeping the floors. What does it have to do with us when people fight? When the fighting is over, it won't be over until we wash the floors."

The Indian Asan next to him nodded with deep approval.

"Sir, I think what he said makes sense."

The British boss thought about it and realized that this did make some sense.

But how could the British Empire be so cowardly?
"Then you guys have to pretend, otherwise what will happen if others complain?"

"Complaining won't kill anyone. If you have the ability, let him go up on his own. Sir, how about you go and take the lead? If you go, I will go."

"You bastard! You cowards." The British boss slammed the table and turned back to his office.

As soon as the door is closed, all the fighting and drums cease.

For a while, there was not even a ghost of a policeman on the street.

This is the point of handover. The number of patrol policemen on the road was originally small, but now they don't even have support. Who would risk their lives?He hid wherever he could and started pretending to have diarrhea.

But the Japanese responded quickly, because there were shootings at the gate of the Military Police Headquarters, and the people who died were Japanese.

In the building of the Hongkou Military Police Headquarters, groups of military police gathered urgently and quickly dispatched on three-person motorcycles.

Da da da da, da da da. The gunshots on the street rang out intensively at 1:[-], and almost all fell silent within a minute, followed by sporadic gunshots. And these places where gunfire occurred, The battle often becomes extremely fierce afterward.

Assassination of more than 100 people at one time was not only easy on the road, but also in restaurants, in front of companies, and even kicked open residential buildings.

Once the first mover fails to hit, the follow-up is a quick retreat.

The Japanese ronin are also very fierce. They are a gangster gang with a lot of ferocity, but they were assassinated in the concession. Is this okay?
He chased me with a gun in hand.

If these people have three or two friends together, they will be even more courageous and pursue them relentlessly.

Because the members of the action team received the order to retreat quickly, they were afraid that the large troops from the concession would rush in, so they retreated while fighting. For a while, they were really beaten in a panic, six against three, and six people were running away.

But the situation soon improved.

As long as they retreat to the main road, the manpower of this action team will be reunited.

The people on the road were originally responsible for their own goals, but now their hands were free, and counterattacks began naturally.

Three against six, six runs, three against ten, three runs faster than a dog.

Bang bang bang, bang bang bang, fierce gunfire sounded from time to time.

"Retreat quickly, don't be reluctant to fight."

"Let's go, let's go, hurry, the Japanese military police are coming!"

Regardless of whether the target can be killed or not, time really cannot be delayed. This is a concession. Let alone ten people, a hundred people have to run when they should.

When the Japanese saw the ten people on the other side starting to run, they became brave again and pursued them relentlessly. As long as reinforcements arrived, these killers would definitely be left behind.

It's not that there are no other Japanese in the concession. Two helpers came to join the fight and fight back.

As a result, ten more people met at the intersection. They were dumbfounded, turned around and ran away.

Japanese people all want to curse.

Damn it, how many Chinese killers are there in this concession!
The Japanese gendarmerie responded very quickly, but there were too many people in China and too many roads. The Chinese played a game of tree-falling hozens, which were running around all over the street and could get through any nook and cranny. , their small motorcycles couldn't chase a few people at all.

Especially when you reach a corner, someone will throw a grenade unexpectedly from time to time, and the explosion will scare the soul out of people.

The operation went smoothly overall and the retreat was very fast.

Most of the people evacuated successfully, except for a few people who were chased by Japanese military police on motorcycles, which was full of danger.

The Japanese soldiers' marksmanship was also very accurate, and it was inevitable that someone would start spilling blood on the spot.

The withdrawing personnel began to spontaneously form a blocking force and fiercely bombarded the Japanese military police. With the advantage of personnel, they directly forced the Japanese motorcycles to stop.

"Get out, get out, don't be obsessed with fighting!"

As soon as the Japanese motorcycle stopped and the Japanese soldiers on it jumped down to find a bunker to fight back, the people from the Secret Service immediately started running away.

Who will fight you head-on?The mission has been completed, just retreat.

The Japanese were furious, cursed, got back in the car and started chasing.

The grenade did a great job.

The grenades were thrown out one after another, directly blocking the path of the Japanese military police.

They found an alley and fled in all directions. After some distance outside the concession, the Japanese military police finally stopped pursuing them.

Because the Chinese police force has also moved over.

After leaving the concession, they crossed the border.

In the concession, there was a sound of wailing and a hasty fight.

There are always mistakes in the marksmanship of many people. Many Japanese did not die immediately, and even accidentally injured passers-by.

As the gunfire stopped completely, hospitals in the concession were ordered to take action.

Ambulances were dispatched, and a large number of ordinary Japanese in the concession began to take to the streets to help. Residents from other countries also began to help.

Of course, the Qinggang are indispensable among the people who help.

Most of the people in the Qinggang are low-level gangsters, so we cannot let go of this opportunity to fish in troubled waters.

Who doesn’t know that Japanese people are rich?
Look at no one, punch the wound directly, or simply strangle the Japanese on the ground to death!
Then came the skillful process of touching the corpse. He took whatever he had, watches, wallets, suits, leather shoes, anything that could be cashed in, except for his big underpants.

Although there are bullet holes in the suit, it cannot be sold at a high price, but after three years of sewing and mending, selling it to tailors outside the concession or simply to people at the bottom is still a source of income.

No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat.

The battle is completely over.

The hospitals began to fill up and the police began to sweep the floors.

Ordinary citizens who were hiding began to discuss it heatedly.

The corpses in the streets and the blood stains on the ground all tell the thrilling story of the battle just now.

Mitsui Corporation.

Mitsui Xiangnan was already furious. He slapped the table and stood up: "How many people died?"

He got the news late, because once the battle started, it was impossible for anyone to report statistics to him.

He just took advantage of being careful. There were Japanese military police guarding the entrance of Mitsui Club, otherwise he might have been the target of assassination today.

"I don't know. We're still counting. Many of us can't be contacted right now." Aida Rixiang looked a little panicked.

A sudden attack resulted in the death of a large number of members, which was absolutely impossible to happen in the past.

He never even thought that there were people in the concession who dared to attack them.

"How many of them did we kill?"

"I don't know, there shouldn't be many, maybe a few, maybe a dozen."

"Aren't there a lot of people buried at the intersection? Didn't those people stop them? What are you doing to eat?"

"It's okay if we are not together, but if we are together, the other party will just throw a grenade. These spies dare to use such explosives in the concession. This is beyond imagination."

Aida Rixiang thought in his heart, and he had some complaints. Otherwise, if the leader had people gather together, why would these people die together?

The intention was good, but in front of the grenade, the gathering method was really too cowardly. "Katsuhiko Yamauchi, you bastard!"

Mitsui Xiangnan slammed the paperweight in his hand to the ground.

By now, even the most stupid person knows that this must be the location and list provided by Katsuhiko Yamauchi.

Mitsui Xiangnan is very hateful. He hates himself and everyone.

The Black Dragon Club has been winning for so long that no one knows it will lose.

There is no information isolation and no safe distance.

No one ever thought that they would lose, never thought that the Secret Service would dare to retaliate like this, not even once!

Once, he suffered such a heavy blow!
"Quickly count, recall all those who are not in trouble, stay together, and never go out without permission."

"Yes!"

"How many people have we arrested from each other? The Chinese government must give us an explanation and an apology for this matter."

"I don't know. This is the gendarmerie arresting people. Our people don't care at all. Now many people have been sent to the hospital and are still being rescued. Many hospitals are full. Some of our brothers cannot be queued for the operating room. Waiting in the hospital corridor, there is no doctor."

"Go get it done. Call the doctor from the French Concession. If it doesn't work, just send him to the French Concession."

"It has been sent, but I'm afraid it's still not enough. The hospital's operating room is limited. We have too many injured people. At the same time, there are not many doctors who can treat gunshot wounds in the entire concession. I'm afraid some of our people will If you are treated to death by those quack doctors, even if you let inexperienced doctors come in, the operating room may not be enough."

Jingle, Jingle, Jingle.

"What are you feeding? The hospital is under attack? Baga!"

Mitsui Xiangnan picked up the phone on the table: "Sir Hase, I ask for your help. I need the military police to help me guard the wounded in the hospital to avoid being poisoned again. Hi. Hi!"

"Public Board? I am the Mitsui Company in the public concession. My staff was attacked by the Chinese. I request all hospitals in the French concession to receive our wounded and provide police protection.
Oh, I have been accepted at St. Mary's Hospital. Thank you very much.
What?There was also a shooting at St. Mary's Hospital?idiot!
Sorry, I'm not saying that you must send police to maintain law and order and ensure the safety of our personnel.
Short on staff?It doesn’t matter, I will ask the gendarmerie to help look after people.”

On the other side, Zhou Qinghe was drinking coffee in a cafe not far from the entrance of the military police headquarters. He waited until the Japanese military police returned to the camp before paying and leaving.

after an hour.

On the street in Nanshi, two men got into his car and began to report the specific results of the operation.

"There were 73 Japanese who had no chance to take action during the operation. Most of the remaining 116 people were shot. There was no guarantee whether they would die or not. The scene was too chaotic to check, and some people's marksmanship was not good. Some were hit in the legs, and some were shot. There were some who were hit in the arm and some who missed, but most people should have been shot at least once."

"As for our casualties, the current statistics are that 36 people have been injured and 9 brothers have died."

Although the average number of assassins is one for two, there are not only people from the Black Dragon Society who have guns, but also Japanese ronin hiding in civilian houses. Guns are not difficult to obtain. The brave Japanese ronin dare to sneak attack from behind. They are clever and take precautions. Then you can only lose your life.

"It's already very good." Zhou Qinghe nodded to his two men.

"Tell the brothers that they will all hibernate for the next time and return to normalcy. The Japanese's revenge will definitely come. It's just a matter of time. Don't show your flaws."

"Yes."

"In addition, I will report it as soon as possible, and I will definitely ask for awards. I will tell the brothers who participated in the operation that whether it is a monetary reward or an honorary award, if I can speak out, I will definitely help them."

"Yes."

"One more thing." Jiang Wen said: "We injured brothers were taken to hospitals in Zhabei and the countryside for separate and hidden treatment. However, gunshot wounds are major surgeries, which cost a lot of money, and the inventory of sulfonamides is not enough. , Shanghai District doesn’t have much funding.”

She almost didn't have the nerve to say that Shanghai District is a poor person.

"I'll fix it."

Zhou Qinghe took out the box he had prepared in advance and handed it over: "There are [-] French currency here. You can use it first. I will allocate the sulfa for you from Nanjing. Don't use the inventory in Shanghai. The Japanese may have insiders in the government and will investigate. The whereabouts of sulfonamide is not conducive to hiding the wounded.”

Jiang Wen breathed a sigh of relief. Sulfa was adjusted as she was told. She felt Zhou Qinghe's ability. The most important thing was that this person from Nanjing regarded the wounded in Shanghai as human beings. Sulfa was worth as much as gold.

"Thank you." Jiang Wen said sincerely.

"Well, go ahead and do the work, Liu Kai. You should send a report to Nanjing immediately. There are three things: one is to show merit, the other is to ask for money, and the third is to ask for medicine. You can decide the words yourself and ask Nanjing to send them to me as soon as possible. "

"Yes."

After finishing the things here, it's time for Zhou Qinghe to sing his own big show.

The hospitals are all full and his clinic is not doing well. How can this be possible?

It’s time for a treat.

The time has reached almost 07:30, and there are still about two hours before Zhang Xiaolin finishes gambling.

Zhou Qinghe was not in a hurry to go there, but first checked the hospitals near the casino to ensure that Zhang Xiaolin had no medical treatment available today.

It can be said that the hospital is so busy that our feet cannot even touch the ground.

Gunshot wound surgery is a major operation that takes several hours to complete. The operating rooms in the hospital are currently full, and there are many Black Dragon Society members and Japanese ronin lying on the beds in the corridor waiting for surgery.

I went to several hospitals in succession and it was the same, which was very good.

I'm afraid that no operating room will be available until midnight today, unless the Japanese who are performing operations in the operating room are directly dragged out.

Theoretically, there is no problem. After all, he is a leader of the Youth Gang, so showing off his authority is nothing.

As long as the Black Dragon Society members on guard at the door and the guns in the hands of the Japanese military police agree.

Zhou Qinghe returned to the hotel and put on his disguise. He went out and entered the bathroom of a shopping mall to disguise himself. When he came out again, his appearance had changed drastically.

It was already dark, so Zhou Qinghe took advantage of the darkness to sneak into the five-story residential building opposite the casino, selected Room 202, which had the best shooting position, and knocked on the door.

The door opened, revealing a man in his 20s. The man suddenly became alert when he saw the unknown masked man in front of him.

"What do you want?"

His answer was an old punch.

Zhou Qinghe punched the man until he rolled his eyes and fainted. He closed the door with his backhand and took out a rope to tie him up.

Stuffed a rag into his mouth and wrapped the sheet around his body.

Live together.

Zhou Qinghe looked at his watch. It was 08:30. In the next half hour to an hour, this laughing forest might appear at any time.

He took out his gun, pushed open some of the curtains, pointed it at the entrance of the casino, and began to wait on guard.

9:25pm.

In the private room on the fifth floor, Zhang Xiaolin yawned and said, "Let's go." After pushing the mahjong, he stood up and prepared to go back.

When you are over 60, you tend to get sleepy again, and the most important thing is that you have a craving for cigarettes and you have to go back and take a few puffs.

"I don't know why the people in the Secret Service are so crazy. They have made the concession a mess. There are many holes on the ground blown up by grenades. Please tell your driver to be careful." The people who were gambling at the same table complained and teased.

"Don't fall into the pit and give you a heart attack."

They are all big bosses. Although the Secret Service did not leave any clues about this matter, from what they saw, they could naturally guess that it was the Secret Service in action.

"Then I'll peel off their skins." Zhang Xiaolin stretched and said with a smile: "It's better to be a little chaotic. This peaceful age is not in our interests. This is peaceful. How can we make money?"

"That's right. Farewell. You go back first while I go to another room to hang out."

"Ah."

Zhang Xiaolin responded and went downstairs. Along the way, countless people nodded and bowed to him.

Zhang Xiaolin naturally knew what happened on the road today. Although gunshots continued, it had nothing to do with him.

He is not afraid.

In the concession, no one dared to touch Zhang Xiaolin.

No matter what kind of chaos the concession becomes, no matter who is in charge of Shanghai in the future.

As long as the Youth Gang is in control, no matter which force wants to maintain its rule, the rotten people at the bottom are a factor that the ruling class must consider.

Although bad people can't accomplish anything, they can do bad things.

He was willing to cut himself to pieces, and dared to pull the emperor off his horse.

Just rely on the most valuable life of a dead person, give him some money, and destroy whoever you want to do.

Who dares not to give him face as the leader of the Youth Gang?
Who dares to touch him?

So the songs in the concession are still being sung, the dances at Paramount are still being danced, the horses are still running at the racecourse, and the casino below is still making money.

He is safe.

He thought so before leaving the door.

Until two gunshots rang out, Zhang Xiaolin was stunned for a moment, and only reacted to the shouts of passers-by.

Damn it, there is really a Yakuza who dares to shoot him?

Which bastard is he?
Seeing his bodyguards dangling in front of him, he could no longer hold on and fell to the ground with a bang.

"Arrests!"

"alert!"

"Send it to the hospital!"

"quick!"

The entrance to the casino suddenly fell into chaos.

The Green Gang boss was shot, something big happened!
(End of this chapter)