night,
There is no one along the Huangpu River north of downtown Shanghai. The cold wind blows the reed leaves and makes a rustling sound, making it look a bit desolate and eerie.
Suddenly, a beam of car lights pierced the dark night sky, and a car appeared on the dirt road not far from the river, speeding towards Changxing Island.
In the car, Gui Youguang, who was sitting in the passenger seat, glanced sideways at the target who was huddled in the back seat of the car and had fallen asleep, and made a suggestion.
"Deputy Director, the two of us are carrying this little guy. It will be easy for the Japanese to spot the problem. Do you want to inform the brothers to come and join us? It will be safer."
"No need, there will be someone to help us when we get to Changxing Island. Let's take the Japanese Navy's ambulance directly to Hui Province, get off the ship and then find a way back to Jiangcheng.
If there is light, you have to remember that there is nothing in this world that money cannot solve. If there is, it must be because the money you gave is not enough. Take the time to rest. "
As he spoke, Zuo Zhong glanced at the rearview mirror, frowned slightly, turned the steering wheel with his hand, drove the car into a side road, parked the car and turned off the engine, pulled out his pistol and loaded it before saying something coldly.
"Get out of the car and be on guard. There are lights behind you, something is wrong."
"yes."
Gui Youguang's expression remained unchanged, showing no signs of panic. He opened the car door, jumped out and got into the dense reeds, and soon lost sight of him.
In this environment of low visibility and full of obstacles, a rigorously trained intelligence officer can unleash powerful combat effectiveness.
It's okay if the Japanese didn't follow. If the two sides really exchange fire here, the Japanese will definitely pay a heavy price.
After giving the order, Zuo Zhong was not idle. He got out of the car, held the awakened target in his arms, walked deep into the reeds, grabbed a handful of reed leaves and covered him, and handed out a small compass and whispered instructions.
"Xiaobao, if we don't come back after a while, you should follow the direction pointed by the red arrow of this little toy and wait at the door of Peter's Company in the French Concession. An uncle named Ban will come to pick you up. Do you understand?"
He told the target the emergency contact information of the follower, and sighed in his heart. It was really at the last moment, and it was up to the little guy whether he could go home.
"I understand. Follow the red arrow and go to Peter's Company in the French Concession. Wait for an uncle named Ben."
The target may be that he has experienced too many life and death separations. This child who is only a few years old is so mature that it makes people feel distressed. He obediently lay on the ground and nodded, repeating what Zuo Zhong said.
"Well, okay, don't make any sound,"
Zuo Zhong smiled and touched the opponent's little head. After speaking, he turned and walked away, preparing to lead possible enemies as far away from the target as possible.
After crossing a muddy tidal flat, he came to the intersection of a dirt road and a fork in the road, and successfully found Gui Youguang, who was looking out.
When he saw the other party, he picked off a reed leaf and put it in his mouth, pointed at the bald head, and then pointed at his mouth.
The two have been together through life and death since the 22nd year of the Republic of China. Over the past few years, they have cooperated so well that they don't even need to talk about many things.
With a dark face, Gui Youguang grabbed a handful of mud from the ground and smeared it on his head. He also held a reed leaf in his mouth, pointed the gun at the dirt road with both hands, and stared sharply at the direction they came from.
Seeing this, Zuo Zhong walked to the other side of the fork in the road and lay down on guard. Although his movements were a bit awkward, it was enough to save his life.
In a firefight in the dark, the most terrifying thing is not the enemy, but accidental damage.
Once gunshots sound, the positions of personnel change rapidly, and no one knows whether the people around them are friends or foes. The only thing they can do is to avoid conventional shooting angles, such as lying on the ground.
This kind of little skill cannot be taught by any shooting instructor in the world. It all depends on personal experience accumulation. The premise is that you are lucky enough to survive repeated firefights.
After a while, the wind became louder and louder, and the snowflakes that stopped during the operation fell again. White reeds mixed with snow particles swept past, and the sky and earth were vast.
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"Woo~wuwu~"
Zuo Zhong was keenly aware of some strange movements in the wind. He immediately took a breath and used the reed leaves to make pornographic films, and made a weak whistle.
Gui Youguang also responded with a whistle. The two of them adjusted their breathing in unison and slowly turned down the Brown 1911 manual safety located on the upper part of the handle.
When operating in enemy-occupied areas, ppk ammunition is too difficult to find, and it is easy to expose the identity of Secret Service operators. Using Brown Mine eliminates such worries, and it is powerful enough.
Just as the two were getting ready, a truck appeared on the dirt road, with a flashlight shining left and right on the top of the truck, obviously looking for something.
Zuo Zhong was not surprised by this. After the Japanese occupied Shanghai, they spent a lot of effort to develop their eyes and ears in the market and establish a low-level intelligence network. It was not difficult for the other party to track a car.
Moreover, the Blackwood Hotel was attacked, and even a fool would understand that it was here to save people. Blocking traffic and searching for passages out of the city were the most basic response methods. It was not surprising that a patrol car appeared here.
As the truck got closer and closer, through the light in the compartment, he actually saw the copper lock in the cab. The guy was talking to a fat man, with a very sad expression.
Zuo Zhong thought for a while, then moved his gun slightly to aim at the opponent. He wanted to surrender not only to kill his own people, but also to be killed by his own people, so as to deceive the suspicious Ji Yunqing.
This is what lurking is. Not only do you have to fight wits and courage with the enemy, but you also have to face bullets from your comrades at any time. He didn't have the chance before, but today he made up for this lesson for the other party.
Being beaten by yourself is better than meeting a real gunman. After experiencing this kind of thing, Tongsuo will truly understand the hidden dangers. Thinking of this, Zuo Zhong's expression slowly turned cold.
Tongsuo in the car didn't know that he had become the deputy director's target. He popped out a cigarette and handed it to the fat man next to him, and said worriedly while helping him light the cigarette.
"Brother Shibao, so many brothers died in the Blackwood Hotel without a single shot being fired. Even seven or eight Japanese were killed by the trap on the door. The person who did it must be the elite of the government.
Is it too risky for us to come out at this time? I think we should stop the team first and wait until dawn before searching. Anyway, the station, dock, and highway are all blocked, so they can't run far. "
Having been trained by Zuo Zhong for so long, Tongsuo, who was familiar with the operation style of the Secret Service, knew that the person who robbed the target was one of his own as soon as he arrived at the Blackwood Hotel, so he naturally tried to find ways to delay the arrest.
As for Brother Shibao in his mouth, his nickname was Wu Shibao. He was from Tong City, Su Province, and the husband of Ji Yunqingqian's (estranged) daughter. He was also a hard-core traitor and cruel.
Because he had participated in the Fengxi and Guo armies, fought in the Northern Expedition, and had excellent marksmanship, he was regarded as a rare "general" among the Caogang members who relied entirely on luck when shooting, and was highly trusted by Ji Yunqing.
This time, the Blackwood Hotel was attacked and the family members of the secret service headquarters were rescued. Ji Yunqing ordered the other party to bring the "elites" of the Cao Gang to assist the Japanese in the hunt, in order to offset the merit.
After all, if he hadn't evacuated all the traitors near Xihua De Road in a panic and led the Japanese garrison to the direction of the Sioux City River, the "murderer's" operation would not have been so smooth.
Besides, when Wu Shibao heard Tongsuo's words, he slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, his fat face trembled, looked at the endless reeds outside the window, and explained confidently.
"What do you know? Soldiers are very fast. The other party is too conspicuous with a child. He will definitely leave Shanghai as soon as possible. There are only three ways to get out of the city from Hongkou, by boat, train and car.
However, the train route is fixed, the ship's space is closed, it is difficult to escape once discovered, and the weather is so bad tonight, so taking a car becomes the murderer's only choice.
This dirt road is so remote that few people pass by it except for the smugglers. It is also close enough to the Yangtze River. If I were from the government, I would definitely take this road.
Don't worry, Tongsuo. The dozen brothers behind are all good players in the gang. They are not easy to deal with a few spies. You can just wait for the reward from the Locust Army, haha. "
"I see, Brother Shibao, you are really like this."
Tongsuo gave him a thumbs up and flattered him, secretly anxious in his heart, hoping that the deputy director had not taken this route or had already evacuated, otherwise he would be in trouble if he got entangled with these traitors.
At this moment, the car lights passed through a patch of reeds, and he inadvertently saw a flash of light out of the corner of his eye. He was frightened to death. It was the metal reflection of the muzzle of the gun.
Without any time to say anything, he grabbed Wu Shibao and got under the driver's seat. Then he heard a crisp gunshot. The driver lowered his head feebly and released the accelerator. The truck slowly stopped on the side of the road.
"enemy!"
"shot!"
The gangsters in the truck bed were frightened by the sudden attack. They jumped out of the truck rolling and crawling, gesturing around with weapons, trying to find the attacker.
But then three more gunshots rang out, and the gangster in charge of the flashlight rushed to the street first. The headlights of the truck were also smashed, and the scene was completely plunged into darkness.
At this time, the cold wind was whimpering, as if the souls of countless people who had died unjustly at the hands of the Japanese were crying together. The faces of the gangsters with ghosts in their hearts were pale, and their eyes were filled with fear.
"Squeak~"
A sharp whistle passed by, and the gangsters quickly turned the muzzles of their guns according to the sound, and pulled the triggers as hard as they could. They did not stop until the magazine was empty and the weapons in their hands made a clicking sound.
This group of traitors, who didn't know what the fire interval was, lowered their heads one by one and began to load ammunition hurriedly. They didn't even notice that a black muzzle appeared in the reeds behind them.
Bang bang bang~
Gui Youguang held the gun in his right hand, put his left hand on his right wrist to offset the recoil, moved while shooting with small steps, and fired seven powerful .45 bullets out of the gun chamber in one breath.
Having already adapted to the dark environment, he did not rush to observe the results of the battle. After the fight, he immediately hid behind a small mound and used a few tactical moves to quickly get out of the enemy's range.
Drops of bright red blood fell on the white reed flowers. A Cao Gang gangster touched the wound on his chest, looked at the blood on his hand, and fell to the ground with a plop.
This was like the beginning. Five or six traitors who were helping the tyrants and selling out the country for glory were killed almost simultaneously. In less than a minute, half of the people in Caogang died.
"Zhi~zhi~"
Immediately, more whistles floated over the reeds. The panicked gangsters didn't know how many enemies there were. They fired hysterically at the surroundings and were on the verge of mental collapse.
Ignoring the flying bullets, Zuo Zhong and Gui Youguang walked leisurely in the darkness, blowing reed leaves in their mouths, stopping from time to time to take a shot, and enjoying the lives of traitors.
Tongsuo in the carriage looked at the scene like a slaughterhouse, and understood where the reflection just came from, and also understood the deep meaning behind the bullet.
From this moment on, he will begin to truly fight alone. The enemy is no longer the Japanese and Ji Yunqing, but the Secret Service, the brothers who have shared weal and woe.
He picked up the shaking Wu Shibao, kicked open the driver's body and the door, and dragged the driver away. This man was his most reliable witness and must not die here.
Running one foot at a time in the mud, Tongsuo looked back at the gunfire blooming in the dark night, his eyes heated up, and then he hid all his emotions deep in his heart.
I don’t know how long it took, but the reeds returned to silence.
There were only corpses on the ground and a truck riddled with holes. Zuo Zhong and Gui Youguang covered each other back to back and checked for those who had been shot, and shot those who were still alive.
"If there is light, bring our car out and I will bring the target back."
"Yes, Deputy Director."
After making sure that no one was left alive, Zuo Zhong ordered Gui Youguang, turned around and walked quickly towards the place where the target was placed.
There is no cover around the reed beach, and the sound of gunfire will spread far away. The Japanese will appear at any time, and they must leave immediately.
But as he was walking, he suddenly stopped, tilted his head and asked a question in the air.
"Your Excellency has been here for so long, aren't you ready to come out and say hello?"
one second,
two seconds,
Three seconds...
More than ten seconds passed, but no one responded in the dark night. Zuo Zhong frowned and seemed to realize something. He raised his feet and continued walking deep into the reeds. It took him a while to find his target.
Looking at the little guy squatting on the spot holding his knees, he sighed silently. They said that women and children should be allowed to go away in war, but when the country is ruined and the family is destroyed, who can stay out of it.
After sighing, he wiped off the dirt on the surface of the watch and took a look at the time. He roughly estimated the next trip and spoke to the air again.
"I can only give you two minutes. Don't worry, as a soldier, I guarantee that the little treasure will be delivered safely to your people."
After that, Zuo Zhong walked more than ten meters away, looked up at the night sky, and seemed to hear a thank you through the howling cold wind. He didn't say anything, just waved his hand gently.
It is not the other party that should say thank you, but all the Chinese people. Without these warriors lurking in the heart of the enemy, the Chinese nation will pay a more painful price if it wants to defeat the Japanese.
What I can do is give the father and son some time alone. This may be the last time they meet in this life. Sometimes a separation turns into an eternal farewell, and a good-bye never sees them again.
(The fever has reached 39 again. It depends on the situation. Let’s hold on for a while.)
