"Hurry up."
The operational agents from Division 1 jumped out of the truck one by one and searched the backyard along the aisle. Their movements looked quite similar. Everything was copied from the Secret Service's raids.
Liu Gui studied the actions commanded by Zuo Zhong and believed that the key to the opponent's invincibility lies in one word, fast. As long as their speed is fast enough, the enemy will have no chance to counterattack.
So whether it was a truck breaking into a car or a smooth arrest as expected, he asked the agents to remember this word, no matter what others were doing, they should complete their tasks as quickly as possible.
Unfortunately, the idea was very good, but in fact the cooperation between the personnel in one area was very poor. Some wanted to move forward quickly, while others were preparing to break in. Twenty agents were blocked in a small corridor.
In the final analysis, Liu Gui's theft was incomplete. He neither investigated the internal structure of Jishi Pharmacy nor conducted corresponding simulation training. You can imagine how chaotic the scene was.
"Mader, you bunch of idiots, get out of the way." The leader shouted, holding up his submachine gun. The most important thing in this operation was the word "quick". It would be troublesome for the underground party members to react.
Afraid of what might happen, due to such a loud crash, the pharmacy clerks, who were not deaf, thought that robbers were coming, so they walked out with sticks, only to see a group of men in black armed with weapons.
Under the dim light, the leading agent saw someone coming out, carrying long and short things in his hand. He immediately forgot Liu Gui's order and shouted hoarsely: "Shoot, the underground party has a gun!"
The agent, who was already dazed by the impact of the truck, was startled when he heard this. He subconsciously pointed the gun at the innocent man, pulled the trigger in an instant, and shot out all the bullets.
"Da da da."
Under the raging flames, sawdust flew everywhere, and blood splattered everywhere. Before a few guys could say a word, they were hit by countless bullets and fell down along the holes-riddled doors and windows.
Liu Gui vaguely heard the sound of gunfire in the distance, and saw the people running for their lives near Jishi Pharmacy. He slapped his thigh and said, "Oh no, come and follow me to the scene. MD, something happened."
After saying that, he rushed out of the surveillance point with a few remaining agents and ran like a mad dog on the street with a gun in his hand. There must be no mistakes in this mission, otherwise Xu Enzeng will kill him.
After the agents in one area emptied their magazines, they hurriedly loaded new magazines, and quickly hid in various bunkers and peered around, trying to confirm that the sneak attackers were really dead.
Apart from the unpleasant smell of blood and the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke, the only thing left at the scene was the heavy breathing of the agents. There was no movement from the man lying on the ground. The leading agent felt that he could not wait any longer.
"You, you, go and see if there is anyone named Zhang inside."
Under the whispered orders of the leading agent, the two agents reluctantly and quietly walked to the so-called underground party and began to identify them, but they could not see anything clearly due to the blur of flesh and blood.
An agent turned the person's face, looked at it for a while, raised his head and reported in a low voice: "No, they all look like ordinary boys. What they just took...Team leader, please come and take a look."
The leading agent felt a little strange when he heard this. He came over cautiously and his face suddenly turned black when he saw the weapons on the ground. There were no weapons at all. They were all sticks such as door bolts and clothes drying poles.
Now things are getting serious. It would be okay if these guys are underground members. If not, every one of them will be severely punished. If one of them is not good, they will be convicted of killing good people and taking credit for their merits.
The leading agent thought for a second, then straightened up and announced in a low voice: "We have killed several underground party members. The credit will be shared equally among everyone. We will start a search immediately. We must find the leader of the underground party."
Hearing what he said, the other agents certainly had no objections. Not to mention the merit, the reward for killing an underground party was several hundred dollars. Anyway, these guys were dead, so they should be regarded as contributing to the party and the country.
The agents opened fire, and the nervousness in their hearts disappeared. Their cooperation became tacit, and they began to quickly search the backyard house. Other innocent people they encountered were brutally killed by them.
Listening to the gunshots getting closer and closer, Zhang Anren was unusually calm. He lit the brazier beside the bed and threw all the papers with text in. The important telegram files had already been destroyed.
In accordance with the confidentiality requirements of the underground party, all messages will be destroyed after being copied. This is to prevent the enemy from finding useful clues in the original messages, such as the habit of choosing words and sentences.
Finally, Zhang Anren took out a book, which was the code book that Qiu Chan left behind when delivering it to the radio station. There was a trace of regret in his eyes. After all, he didn't have the chance to meet. From now on, it's up to you, Qiu Chan.
The next moment, he threw the code book into the brazier without hesitation, opened the ink bottle on the desk and put it into the brazier. Amidst the strong smell of kerosene, the flames shot up to the roof with a roar.
Seeing the codebook turn into ashes, Zhang Anren breathed a sigh of relief. Half of his mission was completed, and the remaining half was more important. The military radio must not be left behind by the enemy.
At this time, the man who had gone out to confirm the situation rushed into us with a gun: "Old Zhang, I am dragging the enemy here. You hurry to the warehouse. The things in there are too important and must be destroyed."
Zhang Anren nodded. This was the response they had discussed at the beginning. Before leaving, he gave instructions: "You are a telegraph operator. You know the discipline of the organization and must not reveal any secrets."
A calm smile appeared on the man's face: "My personal life ended seven years ago. Now I live for the party and the organization. Our cause will definitely win. Goodbye, Old Zhang."
Zhang Anren responded with the same smile: "I will definitely win. Goodbye."
After he finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the warehouse, leaving the operator behind to block the attacks of the agents. The operator took out several long-handled grenades from his body and unscrewed all the iron covers at the bottom to reveal the fuse.
Finally, the agents from Division 1 found Zhang Anren's room. Just as they were about to rush in to arrest someone, they were beaten out by a burst of fierce firepower. The leading agent was not surprised but overjoyed, thinking that he had found the target.
He stopped the others and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Boss Zhang, I advise you to give up resistance immediately. Your accomplices are all dead. As long as you are willing to surrender, you will enjoy endless glory and wealth."
"brute!"
The operator had tears in his eyes. Those guys were just ordinary people. They had never participated in underground party activities, and they didn't know anything about the organization. Bai Gouzi didn't even let these innocent people go.
"boom."
He stretched out his pistol and pulled the trigger, and that was his answer.
"MD, this is a die-hard member. Brothers, don't show your face and move forward alternately."
The leading agent cursed and waved his right hand, and the agents began to automatically group into groups. One team fired with submachine guns and used non-stop firepower to cover the progress of the other team, thus advancing rapidly back and forth.
The operator bravely fought back with ferocious firepower, but his pistol alone could not withstand the agents' submachine guns. He was quickly shot several times, and the thumb of his right hand was also broken.
The retaliatory gunfire stopped, and the leading agent was overjoyed: "Quick, rush in."
He could tell that the underground party only had one person and one pistol. They had no chance of winning against so many submachine guns. Now that there was no sound, either the bullets were gone or they were injured.
The agents hesitated for a moment, wondering what to do if it was a trap set by the underground party, but looking at the team leader who looked like he wanted to eat people, they had no choice but to continue to use fierce firepower to suppress the underground party in the room and move forward.
They stood in a row, firing continuously with their Thomsons and MP18s. All the furnishings in Zhang Anren's house were shattered into pieces. The operator moved his body and hid himself behind the wall.
He picked up the Zilaide with his left hand, put it between his legs and loaded a new magazine. He held the gun with his teeth and loaded it. He glanced sideways at the live target outside with a mocking look and fired again.
"Bang, bang, bang."
The radio operator's marksmanship was very accurate, and he hit three agents with three shots. The other agents were so frightened that they hid behind the bunker. The leading agent was furious and cursed secretly that they were a bunch of trash.
He yelled: "Idiot, approach from both sides to avoid the shooting range, be careful."
When the agents heard this, they realized that someone was shooting and did not give the underground party inside the house a chance to shoot. Someone advanced from the left and right sides and quickly stuck to the walls on both sides of the door of the room.
The operator could no longer effectively fight back. He sighed. Unfortunately, he only killed three enemies. It was finally time. He put the grenade in his arms and put his little finger into the fuse.
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Zuo Zhong said: "The rest is in (the author's words), right at the end of the article. If you change it during the day, the number of words will be the same, and there will be no extra deductions."
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A person has childhood, adulthood and old age, and I don’t think anyone would think this is unsatisfactory. A day has morning, noon, and sunset, and a year has four seasons: spring, summer, autumn, and winter. There is no better way than this.
There is nothing good or bad in life, there is only a question of "what is good in that season".
If we hold this biological concept of life and live according to the seasons, no one except arrogant idiots and hopeless idealists will deny that life is indeed like a poem. past.
Shakespeare expressed this concept very clearly in his section on the seven stages of life, and many Chinese writers have said similar things.
It is strange that Shakespeare did not become a religious person, nor did he show great concern for religion. I think this is what makes him great;
He looked at life as it was, and he did not disturb the arrangement and organization of everything in the world, just as he never disturbed the characters in his plays.
All existence strictly speaking requires "time". Time proves everything because it changes everything. The climate is cold and hot, the vegetation is withering, and people cannot lack time from birth to death, and all functions occur from time.
