"Dang-dang-dang-dang-dang~"
The clock tower chimed five times. Shen Dongxin at the fruit stall wiped the apples in his hands, glanced around with his peripheral vision, hooked the box containing weapons to his side, and increased his vigilance.
Having so many suspicious people in the hospital can't be just to watch the fun. The sky is starting to get dark, and the night will be the best cover for the underground party's actions. Maybe gunshots will ring out in the next second.
At this time, a man rode a bicycle full of mud and water and passed quickly on the road. There were several bamboo fishing rods tied to the crossbar of the bicycle. He looked like an angler who had just returned from fishing in the suburbs.
Shen Dongxin looked at the other party's appearance and confirmed that he was not the person in the pamphlet, so he continued to work. There must be an underground party observation post nearby, and any flaws would lead to exposure.
"Boss, buy apples."
Not long after, Wu Chunyang walked to the fruit stall and said something, lowering his head to pick and choose, while whispering: "After the operation starts, the other party will probably evacuate through the back door, so we must keep an eye on it.
If there is no movement, you should leave at the usual time to close the stall. Don't stay too long. After cleaning up, go to the surveillance point and wait for orders. You are not allowed to act without orders, let alone shoot. "
"Okay, got it."
Shen Dongxin understood what he meant, and replied without moving his mouth. He quickly put the apples into a mesh bag, weighed them on the steel scale, and said with a smile on his face: "It's three kilograms in total. I'll charge you three cents."
"Well, please click."
Without much communication, just like a normal customer, Wu Chunyang took out the banknotes and handed them over, turned around and left with the apple, and walked quickly in the opposite direction of Elizabeth Hospital.
The chief behind the wall of the bell tower looked at the scene in the telescope, thought for a while and then stopped paying attention to it. Judging from the intelligence collected in advance and on-site observation, the fruit stand should be fine.
However, he still kept an eye out and wrote down the appearance of the two young men. If they met again near the mission location in the future, it would mean that there was something wrong with the identity of the other person and they were probably spies.
Moreover, they are elite personnel of the fruit party's intelligence agency. Ordinary enemies will not behave so naturally. Even in the red team, only a few veteran members can achieve this level of disguise.
Thinking of this, the chief shook off a piece of oilcloth and spread it on the ground. He grabbed the Arisaka 38 rifle leaning against the wall and lay on it. Then he kept twisting his body to adjust to the most comfortable shooting position.
This bell tower is entirely made of cement, and the ground is extremely rough. If there is no paving, lying down for a long time will easily leave marks on the clothes, which will be very conspicuous in the crowd.
Doing underground intelligence work in Shanghai, facing the triple encirclement and suppression by imperialism, the Cao Gang and the Fruit Party, details determine the safety and lives of many people. If you make a mistake, there is no chance of regret.
"Click~"
After handling this, he pulled the bolt and pushed it forward slightly, loaded the bullet, and unscrewed the safety at the rear of the bolt. The calibrated rifle was ready to fire.
The chief held the gun butt firmly between his chin and shoulder, and looked through the drainage hole of the bell tower in the direction of the hospital. Taking advantage of the terrain, the main entrance and back entrance of the hospital were within the observation range.
Surprisingly, there is no observation equipment installed on the gun. Firstly, it is difficult to find military-grade sights on the market. Secondly, the mechanical sights have a better field of view, making it easier to observe the surroundings.
Moreover, the shooting distance of this operation is less than two hundred meters, which is not too difficult for an excellent shooter. There is no need for extra auxiliary equipment, and it can be easier to evacuate.
The crosshair of the Arisaka 38-type rifle turned from left to right, and finally stopped at the corner of the inpatient building of Elizabeth Hospital, where Gong Zizai's ward was. The curtains were drawn behind several windows.
This is a standard anti-assassination method. The Guo Dang's play is very real. If there were not those few pieces of urgent information transferred from the southwest, Teko and the Red Team might really run into the trap.
The chief slowly moved his eyes away from the sight-type rear sight and looked at the watch on his wrist. It was ten minutes past five, and there were still ten minutes left before the action time. Those unrepentant traitors were about to take action.
Once they successfully eliminate Gong Zizai and are eliminated by the Secret Service Headquarters and the Secret Service, Xu Enzeng and Zuo Zhong are likely to appear. This is the burial place of these two spy leaders.
It happens to be dinner time now, with the largest flow of people coming and going. If you create a little chaos at that time, the situation on the street will become complicated, and the assassination personnel can easily retreat.
The chief thought about the course of action several times in his mind, took out a pistol from his pocket, loaded it and put it next to his hand, so that when danger required close combat, he could shoot as quickly as possible.
Everything starts from actual combat.
From a reactionary to a traitor, he has carried out many assassination missions. If he wants to escape alive, there is only one secret: the more prepared he is, the higher the success rate.
How long does it take for patrols in the public concession patrol house to arrive at the scene from receiving the news, how many people are on the scene in the first batch, what weapons are equipped, and what is the character and ability of the commanding personnel.
As well as how many roads leading to the city, the French Concession, and the suburbs are within one kilometer of the hospital, how many hidden places there are to hide people on the way, etc., all this information must be well known.
Killing is easy.
It is difficult to escape after killing someone.
It is conceivable that Xu Enzeng and Zuo Zhong were shot and killed in full view of the public. The Shanghai Special Market would definitely go crazy in pursuit, and the concession authorities might also be dispatched under pressure.
Military police officers, Cao Gang gangsters, foreign garrisons, patrol houses and police agents will be all over every corner of the city, like vicious dogs tracking their prey, identifying every suspicious person.
The chief's expression was very serious. This mission was the most dangerous since he joined the organization. Killing the two heads of intelligence agencies would be like poking two hornet's nests.
However, something must be done. Through the understanding of these two days, combined with the news from various places and the internal information channels of the Kuomintang Party, the blood debts owed by Xu Enzeng and Zuo Zhong were gradually discovered.
Putting aside the person surnamed Xu, the other party never concealed those criminal acts. How many people were killed and how many people were arrested. He wished that newspapers all over the world would publish it in order to seek benefits from his master.
The cunning one is Zuo Zhong. This person's resume seems to have little connection with the underground party. In fact, his hands are full of blood. He is just good at hiding it and does not reveal his true face of crime.
For example, this guy once supervised the execution of two comrades in Laohuqiao Prison. For example, he killed and injured many rescue workers in Jiujiawei. All kinds of evil deeds are too numerous to list and are simply outrageous.
Should such a person be killed?
Must be killed.
The chief closed his eyes and tried to calm himself down. Only by having a steady mind can you keep your hands steady. He and another team member only have one chance. Today, they will sacrifice their lives as agents to honor the spirits of their comrades in heaven.
The only regret is that I couldn't get a recent photo of Zuo Zhong, but it's not a big problem. Together with Xu Enzeng, he is young and has a high status. If he grasps these three conditions, he will basically not kill the wrong person.
Because the top management of the Secret Service Headquarters and the Secret Service are middle-aged except for each other. This alone can help them target the right target. As for Xu Enzeng's photos, they can be found anywhere.
The chief has never seen an intelligence officer who loves taking photos and is willing to be interviewed by reporters. He can easily find photos from various angles. His appearance is a familiar face from the Jinling newspaper.
The time soon reached 5:18.
On the floor where Gong Zizai was, more than twenty insider cells pretending to be patients or family members pulled out long and short guns from their bodies or other places at the same time, and silently rushed to the ward.
This group of people had all come from the Great Separation period and had personally experienced the battle with the Beiyang warlord. Being able to climb out of the mountain of corpses and sea of blood must be something special, at least they were not incompetent.
"What..."
"boom."
Patrolman Annan at the door of the ward shouted something in half-baked Chinese. Before he finished speaking, his mind went wild. It was a real mind-opening, with blood and white objects splattering everywhere.
"Spare your life and surrender."
The white detective on the side threw down his weapon with a click, raised his hands and knelt down, kept begging for mercy, and put his head directly on the ground, for fear of seeing the face of the shooter. He was very skilled at his job.
"Open the door."
A masked man said something in a low voice and waved the gun in his hand. This action was very convincing and impossible to refuse, especially when there were more than twenty guns held up.
The white detective did not stand up, but turned around in a circle with his knees as the center. If Zuo Zhong had been there, he would have exclaimed that he is a hip-hop master. After opening the door, this person rolled to the corner consciously and smoothly.
"Come on, hurry up."
Perhaps the masked man didn't want to make this matter a big deal, so he ignored the trembling fat mass, gave orders to the nearest people, and then kicked open the ward door.
As soon as the gunshot rang out, Gong Zizai in the room knew that someone was coming to kill him, but he was like a rice dumpling lying on the bed. There was no thought of escape or resistance. He tried his best to say only three words.
"Do not kill me."
"Bang bang bang..."
The traitor was answered by more than a dozen merciless bullets. A large amount of blood instantly soaked the quilt, and the cotton wool inside exploded and was blown away by the wind. The masked man in the lead had a complicated look in his eyes.
He looked at Gong Zizai who was beaten into a sieve and thought for a few seconds. He turned around and made a gesture. The inside cells who carried out the elimination plan walked out of the ward without sadness and joy, and ran to various exits separately.
"Help, there's a gun."
"Killed."
"Someone come quickly."
At this time, the hospital was in chaos, and countless medical miracles were performed here. A party-state elite who was said to have been disabled on the job and had been paralyzed for several years suddenly jumped out of bed and ran away.
Doctors, nurses, patients and their families ignored humility and grace. They pushed and shoved each other and ran out of the hospital. They stood on the busy street and shouted for help, and police whistles rang out.
"Beep~beep~beep~"
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