Tang Cheng, who had identified the target, did not shoot immediately, but continued to observe the others. He wanted to confirm whether there were other leaders among these plainclothes agents. After more than a dozen breaths, Tang Cheng rushed forward and focused his attention on Haruta Koichi. At this time, Haruta Koichi still didn't realize that the danger was about to come to him. Tang Cheng, who was lying on the roof, used his scope to capture Haruta Koichi in the street far away. Just as Haruta Koichi turned to talk to the people around him, Tang Cheng pulled the trigger of the sniper rifle.
At a shooting distance of more than 100 meters, the bullet almost shot out of the barrel and arrived in front of Haruta Koichi. A gunshot was heard, and Koichi Haruta fell down in the street in the distance. The bullet that shot out of the barrel quickly flew through the air, accurately drilling a bullet hole in Koichi Haruta's forehead. Tang Cheng, who succeeded in one blow, did not stop what he was doing because the target fell down. He just quickly pulled the bolt and loaded the gun again, and then used the scope to cover another target.
The person caught in Tang Cheng's sight this time was the man with a mustache who was standing next to Haruta Koichi just now and reported the situation in a low voice. Tang Cheng is not sure that this guy is also a small boss. The reason why he chose this guy as his second target is that Tang Cheng feels that this mustache who uses a pocket watch is always more qualified than those agents who use watches. Haruta Koichi was shot so suddenly that the plainclothes agents did not react immediately.
Just when someone among them opened his mouth to shout, another gunshot was heard, and the mustachioed agent also fell down. Two gunshots were heard one after another, and two people were shot and fell to the ground one after another. One of them was the leader of their operations team tonight. "Disperse! Someone is shooting!" With chaotic shouts, the plainclothes agents who had gathered in the street immediately dispersed and took cover. The concession patrol officers who were originally standing on the street were already hiding on the street. The foreign police officer leading the team was looking around with a vigilant look.
Tangcheng's purpose is not to patrol these concessions, so Tangcheng doesn't care at all how these patrols respond. The first two shots in Tangcheng were fired suddenly, and it was already dark. Due to the light, the plainclothes agents in the distant streets were not able to immediately locate Tangcheng. After two shots were fired, Tang Cheng immediately took out the silencer device from his equipment bag and slowly screwed it on the barrel of the sniper rifle. Next, he wanted to leave an unforgettable memory to the remaining plainclothes agents.
The remaining plainclothes agents, who were worried that they would become the next targets, just scattered and hid on the streets, and no one showed up stupidly at all. Tang Cheng, who was masked in black scarf, took advantage of this moment to get down from the roof and move quickly along the street with a sniper rifle in hand until he reached the intersection of the street. Using the cover of the shadows on the street, Tang Cheng threw his flying claw, then activated his light body skill, followed the rope under the flying claw, and quickly climbed to the roof of the three-story building at the intersection of the street.
Being close, and taking advantage of the commanding heights, Tang Cheng stood on the roof of the building, and through the scope of his sniper rifle, he began to carefully search for the plainclothes agents hiding in the street in front. The plainclothes agents who were also using the darkness as cover were hiding on the street. They did not know that the people who attacked them at this moment were completely unaffected by the light. They thought they were safe in hiding, but they didn't know that in the eyes of the condescending Tang Cheng, they had already been exposed to their own guns.
"Bang!" Gunshots rang out again, and a plainclothes agent hiding on the street tilted his body and fell into the shadow of the street. This time, the gunfire that accompanied the gunfire finally did not escape the eyes of other plainclothes agents. They finally confirmed the location of the attacker based on the fleeting gunfire. But it was a pity that the distance between them and the place where the gun flame appeared was at least a hundred meters. The pistols they were equipped with could not hit such a distance.
In other words, they are now within the shooting range of Tang City, but they are only equipped with pistols, but they cannot pose the slightest threat to Tang City. However, just being beaten without fighting back was not the style of these plainclothes agents. After several senior agents secretly discussed, plainclothes agents with guns in hand immediately began to move along the street towards the intersection. However, they did not move very fast. At most, they moved forward carefully and slowly, and their movements were very small when moving.
Tang Cheng on the roof didn't care about this. He just fired one shot at a time and continued to shoot at the plainclothes agents hiding in the streets. The concession patrols who were also hiding on the street soon discovered that the attackers at the far intersection did not seem to want to be enemies with them. Because from the time they heard the gunshots to where they are now, no one in the patrol room has been injured or died. In order to test this speculation, one policeman even accidentally exposed half of his body, but did not see the attacker shoot a bullet at him.
The patrolmen who secretly passed the news to each other immediately felt relieved, and some of them even squatted on the street and smoked cigarettes. "Baga! The consciences of these guys are dead!" The behavior of the patrols made the remaining plainclothes agents itch with hatred. They were so angry that they immediately cursed, but these sneer-faced concession patrols ignored the remaining plainclothes agents. What's more, they were already wondering how many of these plainclothes agents could survive. leave here.
Upon seeing this, the foreign police officer leading the team simply called to his concession patrol officers and retreated along the street. He was worried that a stray bullet would hurt him or these patrol officers. Tang Cheng, who was reloading bullets on the roof of the building at the moment, did not expect that the people in the concession patrol room would dare to so blatantly draw a line with the plainclothes agents of the Special High School. But when he thought about it in a flash, this seemed good. At least when he continued to shoot for a while, he no longer had to worry about accidentally injuring the patrol officers.
The people in the patrol room quietly retreated and distanced themselves from the people like them. This was not a good thing. The remaining plainclothes agents were itching their teeth again. But this is in the concession territory after all. Before the Japanese army fully controls and takes over the entire Shanghai, they cannot attack the people in the patrol house in public. After a period of suppressed yelling, the street gradually became quiet, but the gunfire at the street entrance still flashed out from time to time.
How could Tang Cheng, who had such a commanding advantage, waste such a good opportunity? He quickly pulled the bolt of the gun and fired out the bullets in the magazine one after another, and soon all the bullets in the magazine were fired. Five rounds of ammunition. In another street dozens of meters away from the street entrance, none of the night owls who were keen on nightlife in the past were seen tonight. There were only a few concession patrol officers gathering on the street with cigarettes in their mouths.
"Third brother, we really can't go there!" A young policeman with a simple and honest face asked the oldest-looking old policeman among them in a low voice. The latter did not speak immediately, but glanced at the other party with raised eyelids, and then slowly squatted down with his back against the wall. As soon as he squatted down, the other patrolmen also squatted down, and everyone looked eagerly at the old patrolman known as Third Brother. After the third brother took a few puffs of cigarette, he raised his eyes and looked around at his companions. After a few breaths, the third brother finally spoke.
"I've always told you that when working in the concession, you should watch more, listen more and talk less. The most important thing is to get into less trouble!" The third brother paused and then pointed to the direction where the gunfire came from, with a look in his eyes. There was already a hint of sternness. "Listen carefully to the gunfire. This is the gunshot of a rifle. Can the person who can use a rifle to shoot in the concession be an ordinary person? There are six of us, and the Communist Party of China only has this small revolver in my waist. This I'm afraid I can't even kill a pig. If you think your life is too long, do whatever you want, but don't drag me to death."
Although Third Brother's words sounded unpleasant, these patrol officers already understood what Third Brother meant. Almost unarmed, they foolishly ran to the place where the gunshots were fired. If they didn't do it right, they would lose their lives. "If you ask me, let's just stay here honestly! Why are we rushing to flatter the Japanese?" A patrolman with a scar under his left eye said angrily, and the others immediately nodded. It is said that none of them will think that they have a long life.
Coincidentally, in another street diagonally across from the street where Third Brother and the others were, there were also several concession policemen gathered around, and they were also unwilling to take this risk. If it was daytime with good visibility, they might venture into the area where the incident occurred if they heard the gunshots. But now it's dark, and everyone joins in hastily. Everyone knows that bullets don't have eyesight. If something goes wrong, they can only bear the consequences.
Due to many coincidences, the remaining plainclothes agents who were expecting rescue never came, and could only be shot one by one by Tang Cheng in this street. The monotonous sound of gunfire was like a death knell being sounded in the night. Every gunshot meant that a plainclothes agent had been shot. On the roof of the building, Tangcheng was reloading his bullets for the fourth time. On the opposite street, only the last six of the plainclothes agents hiding on the street under the cover of night were left.
The remaining six plainclothes agents who were still alive had not thought about hiding in the shops on the street, but no matter how they smashed the doors and windows, no one in the shops opened the doors or windows. They also tried to use the corpses of their companions as shields, but they did not expect that the bullets fired by the attackers could actually penetrate the corpses and hit their bodies. "I always attract the attacker's attention. You take the opportunity to rush forward. Only by shortening the distance can we have a chance to counterattack." Under the heavy pressure, some people finally lost their minds and decided to risk their lives to find ways for other companions to counterattack. Chance.
