The inference result given by the trace expert surprised Banyoko Nanzhe, but he did not mean to interrupt the other party, but subconsciously raised his eyebrows to indicate that the other party would continue. "The 7.92-caliber rifle bullet is considered a common commodity in the black market, so it is impossible to find useful clues. But this 0.45-caliber pistol bullet is the standard handgun of the U.S. Army.
The bullet caliber of GM1911 is not easy to sell in the Shanghai black market. "
"In the archives of the headquarters, there is a sealed file about a ghost gunman. I still remember that in that file, there were records of traces of 7.92-caliber rifle bullets. My personal suggestion is that it is best It would be even better if we could take these rifle bullets back for trace identification and compare them with the records in the sealed file." The trace expert's voice had deepened at this moment, and he had successfully aroused Banyoko Nanzhe's interest.
"You mean, tonight's attacker is the ghost gunman?" Nanzhe Banyoko, who had heard something strange from the trace expert's words, why couldn't he hear the hint in the other person's words. Although Banyeng Nanzhe has been in Tianjin, Banyeng Nanzhe, who is in the special high school, has heard a little about the legend of the ghost gunman. Compared with the Shanghai Special Higher Education School, Banheng Nanzhe who is far away in Tianjin does not believe that there is such a person as the ghost gunman. He feels that this so-called ghost gunman is just a random fabrication by the Shanghai Special Higher Education School to shirk responsibility. A gimmick.
The trace expert who had been standing sideways did not hear anything unusual from Banyoko Nanzhe's words. He just took over subconsciously. "That's right! I now suspect that tonight's attacker is the ghost gunman." The trace expert would say this because he had carefully examined the warheads and the traces of battle in the streets. Especially after he checked the bullet holes on the corpses and calculated the trajectory direction and location based on the location of the bullet holes, he believed in his judgment even more.
"I have just calculated the approximate location of the attacker based on those bullet holes, and have sent people over to check. When they come back, based on the results of the inspection, we will know whether the attacker who fell to the ground tonight was this ghost. It's a gunman." The trace expert who was belatedly saw the ugly fabric of Banyoko Nanzhe at this time, and he immediately realized that he didn't know what the ghost gunman had done in Shanghai.
Banheng Nanzhe did not expect that this trace expert was actually a man of action. Since someone had already checked the situation, it was better to wait for the results. Banheng and Nanzhe stood in the middle of the street and talked quietly, but Tang Cheng on the roof still didn't fire. There were seven plainclothes civilians from the Special High School in the street, but Tang Cheng just counted them again and found that two were missing. How could Tang Cheng, who wanted to kill all seven plainclothes super high school students, allow others to slip through the net? So he chose to continue waiting.
Fortunately, Tang Cheng didn't wait long, and saw two plainclothes men in suits walking over from a distant street. At this time, Tang Cheng didn't know that the two plainclothes from the special high school course who had disappeared for a while were ordered to go to the street corner to search for the traces they left behind. When he saw the people he sent out coming back, the trace expert standing next to Banheng Nanzhe immediately turned around and walked back. He was eager to know whether his inference was correct.
Banyoko Nanzhe naturally followed and walked back. As you can imagine, the two plainclothes special high school students who were sent to the intersection of the street by the trace expert found some suspicious traces. "That's right! According to the records in the file, this ghost gunman has good marksmanship and likes to occupy high positions and shoot accurately from a long distance. The footprints and traces you found on the roof of the building over there must have been left by him ..." The trace expert's expression became more vivid, but before he finished speaking, a gunshot was heard in his ears.
After a gunshot, the trace expert with an excited face immediately felt that half of his face was filled with warmth. Tang Cheng's timing of shooting was very accurate. It happened to be when Banheng Nanzhe suddenly shook his head sideways. The bullet shot from above went straight into Banheng Nanzhe's right eye and from his left side. Facial fractures flew out. The plasma sprayed out with the sound of the gunshot instantly covered half of the trace expert's face with a layer of blood.
Half of the trace expert's face was covered with blood red. Before he could react, Tang Cheng on the roof fired a second shot. This shot was aimed at the plainclothes agent opposite the trace expert. Tang Cheng's marksmanship was outstanding. How could he miss the target when shooting at such a close range? So after the gunshot, the trace expert watched helplessly as the plainclothes agent standing diagonally opposite him suddenly staggered and fell face down at his feet. .
The trace experts of the Extra High School are technical personnel. Although they rarely participate in specific operations, these so-called technical personnel have not received relevant operational training. Two people were shot and fell to the ground one after another. At this time, the trace expert finally reacted. He just reached out and wiped his face carelessly, and then another plainclothes agent standing beside him grabbed his arm and dragged him to the street. According to the direction of the bullet, the street, which is completely in a blind spot, should be safe for the time being.
But Tangcheng couldn't give them a chance to hide on the street. He had been firing single shots and finally used the charge gun in his hand.
g is adjusted to continuous fire state. "Da da da... da da da..." A foot-long gun flame suddenly bloomed in the night, and the powerful barrage instantly enveloped the two trace experts in the street. Blood appeared together with screams. The concession patrolmen who had been stunned for a long time saw the brutality of gunfire with their own eyes this time.
They were secretly palpitating, but at the same time they were secretly thankful in their hearts, because they had already seen that the target of the attacker was not them. Otherwise, they might not be able to survive such powerful close-range gunfire. Gunfire suddenly burst out in the night. Like a broom, it swept over the two trace experts who were about to go to the street. When the blood mist burst out, Tang Cheng on the roof immediately turned his gun and killed the few plainclothes remaining on the street. The agents were also sent to hell.
The dozens of bullets in the drum were quickly shot out by Tang Cheng. After the empty gun was idle, the street once again returned to the previous silence. Tang Cheng, who had been hiding on the roof, quietly retreated at this time, then jumped off the back of the roof and escaped. After a while, the concession policemen who had been standing by the street came to their senses. They swarmed up and dragged the big-nosed foreign police officer away, and quickly ran away from the end of the street without a trace.
Tang Cheng, who left under the cover of darkness, did not return to the scene of the incident after the patrols left. Tang Cheng made a long circle and after confirming that nothing unusual happened behind him, he quietly returned to the apartment provided by Hans. As Tang Cheng expected, Xu Huanshan, who had left long ago, was not in this apartment at the moment. After a simple wash, Tang Cheng did not worry about why Xu Huanshan was not here, and lay in bed thinking about his actions tonight.
After some reflection, Tang Cheng felt completely relieved after confirming that he had left no obvious traces or flaws. People in Tangcheng had already gone to bed, but the lights were still bright in the French Concession Patrol Room. The directors of the Concession Industry Bureau were also woken up by phone calls and appeared bleary-eyed in the large conference room of the French Concession Patrol Room. The place that was originally used for temporary meetings was now arranged like a frontline headquarters, especially when Japanese soldiers wearing Japanese military uniforms appeared in the conference room.
"Everyone, I'm sorry that I have to keep you busy running around so late at night!" As the door of the conference room was closed, Major General Segawa Susumumoto, who was sitting in the main seat, stood up and first spoke deeply to the directors of the Ministry of Works Bureau and the senior officers of the patrol room. He bowed deeply and then spoke. "I believe you all know by now that an appalling incident occurred in the French Concession tonight. Operators of the Shanghai High School were continuously attacked in the French Concession. So far, the death toll we have confirmed is, There are already close to 30 people.”
Segawa Susumumoto's words caused all the directors of the Ministry of Industry and Commerce Bureau to wake up in an instant. Nearly 30 plainclothes agents of the Special High School died in the French Concession at one time. This is definitely not a small matter. . Seeing that the directors of the Ministry of Industry and Commerce Bureau and the senior officers of the patrol room had sat up straight and their expressions became serious, Segawa Shinmoto was secretly proud of himself. "I invite everyone here temporarily because I want to use the channels of the Ministry of Industry Bureau and the Patrol Room to search and arrest tonight's attackers."
"Soldiers of the Japanese Empire must not be killed in such an inexplicable way!" Segawa Susumu's left hand slammed on the table in front of him, and the hearts of others in the conference room became heavy. The Ministry of Industry and Commerce Bureau of the Concession has always disagreed with the plainclothes agents of the Special High School Class entering the concession. After several negotiations, the Board of Directors of the Ministry of Industry and Commerce Bureau just turned a blind eye. As long as the operatives of the Special High School Class entered the concession, when doing things Don't make too much noise, the board of directors will just pretend not to know.
But now trouble is coming. As a major general, Segawa Susumumoto has shown such a strong performance. The directors of the Concession Industry Bureau secretly exchanged glances. They all thought that the Japanese were using the topic as an excuse, and their real purpose was to promote the special higher education course. They will be able to enter and leave the concession freely in the future. Segawa Susumu actually doesn't care what the directors of the Ministry of Industry and Commerce Bureau think, because his goal has been achieved.
When Segawa Susumumoto said he wanted to search the French Concession, no one among the directors of the Ministry of Industry and the senior police officers present spoke to stop him or expressed objections. At this moment, in Segawa Susumumoto's view, this is considered a victory for him. As long as these stubborn guys let go for the first time, there will be a second, third, or even countless times in the future.
