chsdbacks Chapter 147 What happened at Shanghai Station?
Chapter 147 What happened at Shanghai Station?
"Bang!" Just as Zhou Kai was about to get up and run away, a bullet struck his thigh. The intense pain made him scream in pain, "Ah!"
His legs went weak and he could no longer stand up. He could only lean against the wall and sit on the ground, continuing to fight back against his teammates with a mad look in his eyes.
Seeing this, the team members adjusted their positions and took turns providing cover, some dodging Zhou Kai's bullets and others taking the opportunity to fire.
One of the team members was unable to dodge in time and was hit in the arm by Zhou Kai's bullet. Blood instantly stained his sleeve, but he just gritted his teeth, bandaged it up briefly, and continued to fight.
This is a rare opportunity for practical training, and no one wants to miss it.
Yan Shuo remained standing, calmly controlling the situation, occasionally adjusting tactics into his headset: "Flank from the left, force him to reveal a weakness; contain from the right, don't give him a chance to counterattack; pay attention to covering the injured players."
Under Yan Shuo's command, the team members cooperated more and more smoothly and their firepower became more and more intense. Zhou Kai gradually became exhausted, and he was shot several more times. He was covered in blood, and his magazine was empty. He no longer had the strength to fight back.
In the end, Zhou Kai was attacked by his teammates, his body riddled with bullet holes, and he fell to the ground, lifeless, dead beyond any doubt, still clutching the check tightly in his hand, greed etched into his very bones.
"Cease fire, search them!" Zhou Hu shouted to his team, his tone softening slightly. "Search carefully, don't miss any clues, especially documents, and everything on them, take it all."
"Yes!" The two team members immediately stepped forward and carefully searched Lu Mingyuan and Zhou Kai. They quickly found the "Fifth War Zone Spring Supply Plan", a check for 10 silver dollars, as well as loose change, silver dollars, pens, guns and magazines on the two men.
"Report, all items have been found, nothing was missed!" The team member walked up to Yan Shuo with the items he had found and reported in a deep voice.
Yan Shuo nodded, quickly glanced through the documents, and after confirming they were correct, he gave a stern order to his team: "Withdraw! Be quick, the Japanese agents should be arriving soon, don't linger!"
"Understood!" the team members responded in unison, quickly organized their equipment, helped the injured team members, and orderly evacuated the cafe, running towards the pre-arranged meeting point.
Yan Shuo covered the rear, his gaze sweeping over the chaotic coffee shop. After confirming that no trace had been left behind, he turned to prepare to leave.
Just then, through the glass door, he saw a Japanese car speeding towards him in the distance, going much faster than the police car, its headlights piercing the night.
"They came really fast." Yan Shuo muttered to himself. This was the Chinese-controlled area, a region under the control of Japanese special agents. It was no surprise that they rushed over quickly after receiving the news.
As the car approached, almost touching the cafe entrance, Yan Shuo looked up, waved at the rooftop across the street, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips.
"Bang!" A crisp sniper shot rang out. Ma Hongxi on the rooftop pulled the trigger, and the bullet accurately pierced the driver's side window of the Rite car, hitting the driver in the head and killing him instantly.
The out-of-control car, like a wild beast out of control, crashed into the stone posts by the roadside.
Upon seeing this, the Japanese major in the passenger seat turned pale and immediately reached for the steering wheel, trying to control the car. However, the car was going too fast and there was no time to react. With a loud crash, the car slammed into a stone post, the front of the car was instantly deformed, the glass shattered, and the car shook violently.
Yan Shuo looked up and saw that the Japanese officer in the passenger seat was a major, not a low-ranking officer.
The car was packed full of more than twenty people, almost a small squad, clearly an elite Japanese patrol.
"Clang, clang!" Cao Shuangmin emerged from his hiding place, quickly pulled the pins off two grenades, knocked them together, and swung them with both hands, sending the grenades flying precisely into the Japanese special agents' car.
The Japanese soldiers in the carriages were dizzy and aching all over from the violent impact; some even fainted.
When they saw the grenade flying towards them, they panicked and struggled to jump out of the car.
The grenade was right in front of me; if I didn't jump out of the car, I would be blown to pieces.
But it was all too late.
"Boom! Boom!" Two loud explosions followed as grenades detonated inside the carriage, the massive shockwave carrying debris and blood and flesh, instantly engulfing the entire carriage.
Screams and explosions mingled together. A large hole was blown open in the carriage, and limbs and pieces of flesh flew everywhere. Blood stained the ground, and the scene was horrific.
More than twenty Japanese soldiers in the vehicle were all killed instantly; not one survived.
The Japanese major in the passenger seat was lucky to escape being killed by the grenade, but he was also injured all over by the force of the explosion, with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He struggled to crawl out and continue to fight.
Ma Hongxi lay prone on the rooftop, his eyes locked on the major. Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger. "Bang!" A bullet pierced his chest with pinpoint accuracy. The major's body stiffened, and he collapsed into the car, lifeless.
Yan Shuo waved to Ma Hongxi on the rooftop, signaling him to evacuate quickly. Then he took the lead and got into the car that had been parked by the roadside. This time he drove himself and controlled the escape route.
Ma Hongxi quickly came down from the rooftop, ran all the way, and jumped into the car. Cao Shuangmin followed closely behind, got into the car, and closed the door.
"Is everyone here? No one's been left behind, right?" Yan Shuo asked the two men in a deep voice as he started the car. He glanced at the rearview mirror and, after confirming that there was no follow-up support from the Japanese, he sped up.
"No one was left behind!" Cao Shuangmin quickly counted the number of people and said to Yan Shuo in a deep voice, "The other team members have already evacuated in advance. I counted them, and not a single one is missing. The injured team members have also been arranged to be escorted to the safe house."
Yan Shuo nodded, a hint of approval on his face. He stepped on the gas, and the car sped away, quickly disappearing into the dark night of Shanghai, leaving behind only a scene of chaos and the lingering smell of gunpowder.
As soon as Yan Shuo's car left, the customers and waiters in the coffee shop scattered like birds and beasts, leaving no one behind; even the shop manager ran away.
During the day, Yan Shuo instructed someone to send the videotape of Wang Xiaoan's torture to Feng Yaodong at the Shanghai station. As for what they thought about it afterward, who cares?
If your Shanghai station is prone to producing traitors, then take a good look. There are also spineless cowards. If he encounters another one, he'll do the same thing.
It's been several days and there's still no movement from Shanghai Station. It seems Gao Bin has escaped, or Feng Yaodong is incompetent, or maybe there's something wrong with this guy.
It's not surprising that various departments of the Kuomintang had special connections with Japan, and it's even less surprising that people in the various stations of the Military Intelligence Bureau and the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics had connections. This bastard hasn't made a move for so long, so he's probably up to no good.
Yan Shuo thought it best to be careful and send people out to check the perimeter of the various secret outposts of the Military Intelligence Bureau in Shanghai.
Whether it's a human or a ghost, you'll know once you see it.