Zhang Yong was very nervous.
Is there anyone else in Stypunk?
Who is inside?
Is it Wang Defa? How did he escape?
Confrontation.
Time passed by minute by minute.
Their current location is quite remote, with almost no one around.
The silence kept the tension soaring.
"boom!"
"boom!"
Zhang Yong fired again.
First blow out the two front wheels.
If the other party drives up like crazy, he may be in danger.
Caution is the boat.
But no closer. Continue to keep a distance of ten meters.
At this distance, he can hit the target accurately. At the same time, he hopes that the other party's marksmanship is worse than his own.
Well, the sky is full of blessings from gods and Buddhas...
Suddenly, the car window slowly lowered. Zhang Yong's hand pressing the trigger was shaking.
If anything goes wrong, he will keep shooting. Until the other party is beaten to death.
This is the legendary empty magazine.
As the car window slowly lowered, a person's face was revealed.
There is only one person.
nobody else.
Zhang Yong breathed a sigh of relief.
This kind of arrest was something he didn't want to see. He did not want to face the enemy alone.
Especially enemies who are eager to jump over the wall.
However, in the sudden encounter, he had no choice.
The other party obviously wanted to run away.
If you run away, you may never come back.
Must be caught!
Hold the gun in both hands and move slowly.
Perpendicular to Steppank. It is more convenient to see the situation in the car clearly.
There is really only one person. But Zhang Yong didn't know him.
Presumably it may be Wang Defa?
The other party slowly opened the car door.
Zhang Yong finally saw clearly. The other party didn't have a gun in his hand.
fine. No guns.
But there are a lot of clutter in the car. There are also many cloth pockets.
What are they? Not sure.
"get off!"
"get off!"
Zhang Yong shouted.
The other party is in the car and there is still the possibility of resistance.
But if you get out of the car, it will definitely be gone. He was confident that he would kill the opponent if he resisted.
"Don't shoot..."
"Don't shoot..."
The target raised his hand. Get off the car slowly.
He seemed very cooperative. Not like the legendary spy at all.
"I'll give you everything..."
"Let me go..."
"I have a lot of dollars and gold bars in my car..."
"boom!"
"boom!"
Gunshots were fired.
Zhang Yong fired without hesitation.
Dollar?
bullion?
sorry. You shouldn't tempt me with this. real.
I originally wanted to keep you alive. But what a pity.
"you……"
The goal was incredible.
He never thought that Zhang Yong would shoot directly.
no……
I am Japanese……
I'm a spy...
Shouldn't you be caught alive? How to shoot...
Don’t talk about martial ethics...
He desperately wanted to speak, but unfortunately, he had no chance.
Lying paralyzed on the ground.
"boom!"
"boom!"
Zhang Yong stepped forward to check. Close range shot.
Both the left and right chests were replenished. Convinced to death.
Then he quickly approached the car. Take a look. Good guy. There are real dollars. There are gold bars.
Without thinking, I grabbed them immediately and put them all in my carry-on space.
This is floating wealth. Death has no evidence. If you don’t take it, you won’t get it. Anyway, the wealth of Rongsheng Sugar Factory is enough, so it is not short of these.
Continue to look at other things...
Found a code book. It's all in Japanese. Yes, the proof is as solid as a mountain. This guy is a spy. But no radio station was found.
frown.
Why is there no radio station?
Could it be placed in the trunk of the car?
Never mind. Keep reading. If you see anything valuable or small, take it all for yourself...
I actually found two boxes of ammunition. They are all for Browning M1935 pistols. How weird. There are bullets. But no gun. What is this operation? Incorporate it into your portable space without thinking.
Five more grenades were found. They are all Japanese-style melon grenades. nice one. Hiding them all.
Suddenly I heard footsteps coming from behind. Turn around quickly.
Someone is coming.
Found something wrong.
Not one of our own. It's from the Party Affairs Investigation Division.
Each one brandished a pistol and charged forward menacingly. Apparently attracted by the sound of gunfire.
Son of a bitch!
Chasing so fast! Still chasing me here! I really thought I was a member of the Red Party!
Shoot immediately without thinking.
"boom!"
"boom!"
He fired several shots at once.
The two agents who rushed to the front fell down in response. Others scurried away.
"boom!"
"boom!"
Other agents opened fire.
Zhang Yong hurriedly lay on the ground.
Bullets whizzed overhead. Completely suppress him.
Screaming secretly.
Mad, when will reinforcements arrive?
Hurry!
It's too late and I will die for my country...
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw what might be Wang Defa's body, and he breathed a sigh of relief again.
The Party Affairs Investigation Office must take the blame for this.
It was precisely because the Party Affairs Investigation Department suddenly appeared that he had to kill Wang Defa.
Who knows if the other party is trying to steal someone's head?
Perfect excuse.
Li Boqi will definitely blame the Party Affairs Investigation Department for everything. The same goes for other summits. This is all common practice.
"superior!"
"superior!"
I heard someone shouting.
He quietly looked up. It was discovered that it was Ye Wansheng.
Mud, this guy, actually didn't kill him last time. What a loss. What a broken grenade. No one can be killed by the explosion. Really.
"It's you!"
Ye Wansheng also discovered Zhang Yong.
His eyes suddenly turned sinister. Nor spoke. Directly order the attack.
Zhang Yong?
kill!
Ye Wansheng will never show any mercy when he catches a lone Lixingshe employee!
"boom!"
"boom!"
Gunfire continued.
Agents from the Party Investigation Division tried to approach.
Zhang Yong complained secretly.
Mud, I might really die this time.
Too sloppy...
I am not willing to give in!
I haven’t even spent the money I got from being greedy...
Live in a state of drunkenness, dream about death, live in a state of intoxication, and have never tasted any of it.
Shanghai’s Shili Foreign Market, a city that never sleeps, has yet to taste it.
Look around and prepare to run.
"boom!"
"boom!"
Bullets flew by. Danger abounds. Precarious.
He also shot outside randomly. Fortunately, there are many bullets in the portable space. You can make whatever you want.
Ah ah ah, I am not willing to give in. I am not willing to give in.
I repeatedly warned myself that when I go out in the future, I must do two things:
The first thing: there need to be more people.
The second thing: more guns.
Never make the same mistake a second time...
"Want to run?"
"Chase!"
Ye Wansheng sneered.
How could he let Zhang Yong run away? Unless he can fly!
"boom!"
Suddenly, there was a loud noise.
It seemed like a grenade exploded. Suddenly he was shocked.
Damn it!
what?
It turned out that Zhang Yong threw the grenade.
He only has one gun, so of course he can't kill so many enemies. Just throw grenades.
I don't know if the enemy was hit. But the enemy's attack was temporarily contained.
"Son of a bitch!"
"superior!"
Ye Wansheng shouted angrily.
However, his agents were no longer so active.
After all, the other party has grenades. This thing is too dangerous. If you are hit by the bomb, you will either die or be disabled.
"boom!"
Sure enough, there was another loud noise.
Some agents really got bombed. Flesh and blood flew everywhere. The scene was a mess. The other agents hurriedly got down.
"asshole……"
Ye Wansheng was anxious and angry.
I didn't expect that the opponent would have so many grenades.
Damn it!
If I had known, they would also be carrying grenades.
However, the Party Affairs Investigation Department rarely uses weapons such as hand grenades. I don't usually carry it at all.
What grenades are needed to deal with the Red Party?
They all want to be caught alive, right?
"Da da da……"
"Da da da……"
At this moment, rapid gunshots suddenly came from the distance.
Zhang Yong was immediately delighted. It's a Thompson submachine gun! It seemed like his own reinforcements had arrived.
But he didn't dare to look up and observe. Afraid of being hit by stray bullets.
The Thomson submachine gun uses 11.43 mm caliber bullets, which has a long range and is lethal up to 300 meters away. He didn't want to die so unjustly.
From the corner of my eye, I saw several agents being hit by bullets from the side. What a miserable death.
"Misunderstand……"
"Misunderstand……"
Suddenly, someone screamed.
The sound stopped suddenly. He was probably hit by a bullet.
Okay, what a misunderstanding!
What's the misunderstanding? You want to kill me, is there any misunderstanding?
Now our reinforcements from Lixingshe have arrived, and we will fight back. Do you call it a misunderstanding? It was a misunderstanding that your mother married your father...
"Da da da……"
"Da da da……"
Sure enough, the gunfire didn't stop.
I wonder if Wei Yong or Cao Mengqi is here?
Probably Cao Mengqi.
Only this guy could be so cruel. He finally caught the opportunity to kill the Party Affairs Investigation Department, how could he let it go?
Sure enough, several more agents fell down amidst the gunfire like exploding beans.
When it comes to fighting on the battlefield, Lixingshe is better. After all, there are many military and police academy students. Everyone is good at playing with guns. Also brought plenty of Thomson. This is heavy firepower.
"withdraw!"
"withdraw!"
Ye Wansheng was anxious and angry.
Son of a bitch!
Lixingshe comes up and does it! Also using heavy firepower!
Too much!
unacceptable!
It's that bastard Cao Mengqi again!
Cao Mengqi held a Thompson submachine gun and swept all the way without mercy. Kill everyone on sight.
A Party Investigation Bureau agent who only has a pistol, how can he be the opponent of a Thomson submachine gun? Whether it's range or power, there's a huge difference. Only points for being beaten.
When an agent showed his head slightly, his head was blown off by a string of bullets. He died on the spot.
Helpless, Ye Wansheng could only retreat in a hurry.
"Zhang Yong!"
"Zhang Yong!"
Cao Mengqi's urgent cry came.
Only then did Zhang Yong stand up. Raise your hands. Said he was fine. He touched his crotch again. It's indeed okay.
Others gathered around.
Zhang Yong glanced at it. Boy, so much Thomson.
Zhong Yang, Wu Liuqi, Wei Yong and others all use Thomson. There are a dozen of them. No wonder the firepower is so fierce.
Secretly sum up the experience. remind myself.
Next time you have a fight, be sure to bring enough Thomson. This Chicago typewriter is really fierce.
In terms of firepower, our Lixing Society is the ancestor of the Party Affairs Investigation Office!
