Knowing that the matter was urgent, Tang Cheng did not refuse Xu Huanshan, but after Xu Huanshan left, Tang Cheng asked Ma San to return to his residence first. "Third brother, there might be a fight later. You know the environment of the concession quite well. I'm afraid that I won't be able to take care of you by then." Tang Cheng's words made Ma San a little frustrated, but he had already seen Tang Cheng with his own eyes. He was capable, but he also knew that he, who was unfamiliar with the terrain, would become a burden to Tang Cheng, so he did not speak out to refute Tang Cheng.
After watching Ma San leave in a rickshaw, Tang Cheng turned around and got into the alley on the street. When he came out again, not only had his clothes been changed, but his face was also disguised, with plain glasses and a mustache. It makes Tangcheng look much more mature. After seeing Ma San off and re-disguising himself, Tang Cheng walked back along the route Xu Huanshan told him. Just after turning into the street where the photo studio was located, Tang Cheng suddenly realized that he seemed to have been to this street before.
After coming to Shanghai, Tang Cheng walked through all the streets and auxiliary roads in the concession. It was certain that he had been to this street, but what made Tang Cheng feel familiar was that he vaguely remembered that he seemed to be here. I have had the experience of fighting with plainclothes agents in every street. It wasn't until Tang Cheng saw the photo studio across the street that he suddenly realized that he had rescued the handbag woman from the underground party here.
Tang Cheng, who was walking slowly along the street, seemed to be looking intently, but in fact, he was observing the photo studio across the street from the corner of his eye. The photo studio with a business sign on the door seemed ordinary and unremarkable. Strange. The photo studio is across the street. Tang Cheng can't stand here all the time, otherwise he may attract the attention of the plainclothes agents in the photo studio. Therefore, Tang Cheng, who only observes the photo studio with the corner of his eye, can only follow other passers-by. Walking slowly along the street.
Xu Huanshan's suspicion was not wrong. The photo studio that served as the secret contact point had indeed been cracked down by Ttech. And just as Tang Cheng walked past the photo studio across the street as if nothing had happened, in this photo studio that looked nothing out of the ordinary, something had already happened. There are already six plainclothes agents of the U.S. High School with guns and ammunition ambushed. In the darkroom on the second floor of the photo studio used to develop photos, Sakurako Takayama, who was ordered to ambush here to direct the arrest mission, was standing by the window sill with a cold face, observing the situation outside through the small hole in the darkroom glass.
The room Sakurako Takayama was in at the moment was the darkroom of a photo studio. The glass windows were covered with kraft paper to block light. Sakurako Takayama used a tool to make a few small holes in the kraft paper to observe the situation outside the photo studio. Since last night, Sakurako Takayama has been ambushing in this street with her action team. Except for the six of them in the photo studio, there are seven more people scattered and ambushing in other places on this street.
When Tang Cheng walked across the street, Takayama Sakura also noticed him, but Tang Cheng's behavior at that time was no different from other passers-by on the street, and he did not turn his head to look at the photo studio, so Takayama Sakura was not special. Pay attention to the Tangcheng that you have already passed. Sakurako Takayama, who was secretly irritated in her heart, secretly controlled her emotions. She lowered her head and looked at the time on her watch. Sakurako Takayama twisted her neck to relieve her stiff body, but she was secretly thinking in her mind whether she should continue to ambush here.
From last night to now, their ambush time has exceeded 16 hours. Although the two-story photo studio has sufficient living conditions and facilities, but the ambush time is too long, Takayama Sakurako is worried that her team members will Feeling restless. "Ono-kun, tell everyone to hold on for a while. We must stay here until new news comes from the headquarters. We must not make any mistakes!"
It is not uncommon for women to serve as field captains in the Shanghai Headquarters of THT, but it is not uncommon. Therefore, Takayama Sakurako's order was immediately passed on. Takayama Sakurako's original intention was just to appease her team members, but she did not expect that it was precisely because her team member, Xiao Ono, conveyed this to the letter. After this order, Tang Cheng, who was hiding in a shop not far away, finally noticed something was wrong.
Half of Takayama Sakurako's men were hiding in the photo studio, and the other half were scattered in this street. Ono handed Takayama Sakurako's original words to the team members scattered outside the photo studio. This gave Tang Cheng a chance to see something strange. "It seems that Lao Xu's feeling is quite accurate!" Tang Cheng, who was secretly happy in his heart, remained calm. After leaving the shop, he immediately turned from the street in front and quickly turned into the adjacent street.
Tang Cheng, who found no suspicious person in the street next to the photo studio, quickly found an opportunity and touched the roof of a shop from the back wall. Looking from the back of the roof, Tang Cheng could just see the back wall of the photo studio, but the distance between the two was more than 20 meters. The flying claw he put in his carry-on equipment bag could not reach such a long distance. . Tang Cheng, who had already moved to the back of the roof, had no choice but to risk being discovered at any time by stepping on the roof and moving quickly towards the photo studio.
Moving on the roof in broad daylight is something that no one with even the slightest sense of worry would do. But Tang Cheng did just that, and Sakurako Takayama and the others who were hiding in the photo studio only paid attention to what was going on in front of the photo studio, but no one paid attention to what was going on behind the photo studio. Relying on his own little luck, Tang Cheng quietly moved along the roof ridge to a place very close to the photo studio. As long as he threw his flying claw, he could hook onto the roof of the photo studio.
Without the slightest hesitation, Tang Cheng threw out the flying claw and made sure that the flying claw was tightly hooked on the edge of the roof. With just a few breaths, he followed the string on the flying claw and alternated his hands, quickly climbing up to the roof of the photo studio. After going up to the roof of the photo studio and squatting down, Tang Cheng, who had always been cautious, breathed a sigh of relief. At least he was covered by the debris around him, and he no longer had to worry about being discovered. After regaining his breath, Tang Cheng moved lightly on the roof. The small locked door on the roof was the only passage leading downstairs.
The small door was locked from the inside. If Tang Cheng wanted to enter the photo studio from here, he had to open the small door first. Squatting down in front of the small door, Tang Cheng took out the rifle and M1911 pistol from his carry-on equipment bag. After thinking about it secretly, Tang Cheng inserted the pistol into the quick-draw holster on his waist, and then used his homemade three-point gun. belt to secure the loaded gun to the chest. Xu Huanshan only said that he wanted Tang Cheng's help to confirm the situation of the photo studio, but what Tang Cheng planned now was to clear out the plainclothes agents ambushing the photo studio.
After everything was ready, Tang Cheng took out a string of firecrackers from his equipment bag. This string only had 20 firecrackers, but Tang Cheng specially asked someone to customize it. These firecrackers, which are as thick as an adult's thumb, are far better than those on the market. There's a lot of movement. Using a lighter, he ignited the fireworks underneath the firecrackers. Tang Cheng raised his hand and threw the firecrackers from the roof. The fireworks below the firecrackers were not very long, so while the firecrackers were still in mid-air, they were already emitting far more energy than ordinary firecrackers. Loud noise.
Sakurako Takayama and others who were lurking in the photo studio were in a state of agitation after more than ten hours of boring waiting. Suddenly they heard a series of huge noises coming from outside the photo studio, including Sakurako Takayama. , their attention was unanimously focused on the street outside the photo studio. On the roof of the building, Tangcheng used a gun to blast off the lock on the small door while the firecrackers made a loud noise. The loud noise from the firecrackers provided a cover for the gunshots of the gunmen.
But after all, the sound of gunfire is different from the sound of firecrackers, and the sound of gunshots is much duller than the sound of ordinary firearms. Only then did Tang Cheng carry the gun and enter the corridor on the second floor of the photo studio through the small door. A plainclothes agent heard that something was wrong with the noise. Just came out of a room on the second floor. "Bang!" Tang Cheng was not polite. With just one shot, he used gunpowder to beat the sudden appearance of the plainclothes agent into a bloody gourd. Ever since the firecrackers were released, Tangcheng had planned to bloodbath this place. Anyway, THT had discovered this place, and the Shanghai Underground Party would not use it again in the future.
Sakurako Takayama, who was alone in the darkroom, was startled by the sound of gunfire in the corridor. She also heard that the sound was different from the sound of firecrackers outside. Perhaps because of her usual caution, or because of the nature of women, Sakurako Takayama did not rush out of the darkroom when she heard the gunfire. Instead, she took out her pistol and hid in the corner of the darkroom. While waiting nervously, Sakurako Takayama heard several more gunshots, but the darkroom door was never pushed open.
The gunshots outside the darkroom soon stopped. Takayama Yingzi, who was extremely nervous, could not help but swallow her saliva, but she did not dare to leave the darkroom. With the light slanting in from the window hole, Takayama Sakura lowered her head and looked at her watch. A full three minutes had passed since she took out her gun and hid in the corner, but there was silence outside the darkroom. Sakurako Takayama, who had not waited for her team members, was already in a mess. The long silence made her have bad thoughts.
Being able to become the captain of the field team, Sakurako Takayama is naturally beyond the reach of ordinary women. Although she was panicked, Sakurako Takayama gritted her teeth and continued to persevere. She did not give up on leaving the darkroom. Another two minutes passed quickly. I heard a faint shout coming from the street outside the window. Sakurako Takayama, who had been hiding in the corner, looked happy. She thought of a way to escape.
With a "clang" sound, Sakurako Takayama picked up the chair she had been sitting on before and slammed it against the street window of the darkroom. The simple yet extremely sturdy wooden chair smashed a large hole in the street-facing window of the darkroom, and then fell into the street outside along with flying wood chips and glass fragments.
