The back door of the clothing store.
The deputy captain of the detective team watched Li Wei leading his men to conduct an autopsy.
In fact, there was a bitch in the head, and after being shot, he was shot again in the forehead, which shows that this gang of Eight Route Army soldiers are by no means ordinary people.
Extremely cruel and ruthless!
Another man in black came to the pale-faced deputy captain: "...the gendarmerie sent two princes to check the situation. They are in the front shop..."
Hearing what the traitor who had gone to report to the gendarmerie said, the vice-captain was a little confused: "What did you say? This is a completely vicious security incident. Why the hell did they just send two gendarmerie to check the situation?"
The reporter was a little angry. "I saw their reaction, as if one of our deaths had nothing to do with their military police!"
He was not a fool for being able to sneak into the position of deputy captain of the reconnaissance team. Even if Major Maeda brought a group of people to pick up the surrendered troops, the remaining military police should not behave like this at all: "There was a gun battle in the county, and twenty of us died. There are so many, but they didn’t send anyone over..."
Naturally, he is not an ordinary person who is qualified to report to the gendarmerie: "The imperial army always attaches great importance to public security. There must be some problem..."
"First bring the two captured people to the team and find a way to pry their mouths open. Be careful not to let them die..."
"Don't worry, if he enters our prison, he will be in a dilemma of life and death."
"I'll follow you back when there's some clues about what's going on here..."
"The police force and the detective team are searching door to door in the Western District. I think the Eighth Route Army must have had a premeditated plan. If they want to catch those intelligence officers, it seems...
Very difficult! "
The detective captain turned to the men next to him and ordered: "Go and ask the brothers arranged at the gate of the city if they have found anything..."
"Yes!" The traitor in black turned and left.
...
South Street.
A group of policemen and detectives were chasing after two middle-aged men carrying baggage, screaming strangely.
"stop..."
"If you run away again, I'll shoot..."
boom...
Before the traitors who wanted to capture him alive could open fire, gunshots rang out from the rooftops on the street.
The monkey lying on the roof retracted his head.
The sound of gunfire still echoed in the empty street. The police and the traitors from the detective team who responded immediately sought cover on the spot.
A traitor who was chasing the owner of a tailor shop and a restaurant fell to the ground with blood pouring from his chest.
Immediately afterwards, a smoking iron lump fell from the sky...
"Grenade, run..."
The chasing police and traitors had no idea that their opponents would be so powerful this time.
Not only did they do it openly on the street, but they even threw grenades.
Now he didn't even care about hiding, he just wanted to stay far away from the smoking thing.
More people rushed directly to the nearby shops.
After waiting in fear for a while, I realized that the smoking thing seemed to be emitting endlessly.
After waiting for a long time, there was no explosion...
The daring policeman quickly got up and approached...
A piece of rag lit in a tin can was smoking.
The monkey on the roof and Liu Wenxia met the tailor shop owner and the restaurant owner who were carrying their luggage at the entrance of the alley: "You guys get out of here quickly, we'll cover you..."
The restaurant owner looked anxious: "The insider we arranged in the detective team has received news that the chef and the waiter have been captured by the enemy, and we must find a way to rescue them!"
"They didn't leave according to the planned evacuation route?"
"These two idiots, they are thinking about the clothes they put in the alley..."
The monkey was furious: "I...where are they now?"
"Has been taken to the detective team..."
"Give me more bullets in the bag, and you should retreat quickly..."
...
West of the city.
The puppet troops guarding the city have closed the city gate.
Lao Zhou held the shell gun and followed behind the middle-aged man.
Turn north into a small alley.
We haven’t reached the alley yet.
A group of traitors in black suddenly turned into the alley from the opposite side.
Both sides were stunned.
The traitor's idea was very simple. After the gun was fired, there were basically no people in the streets.
Anyone running around on the street at this time is suspected!
Before the traitors could raise their guns and shout.
The two people on the opposite side didn't say anything, just raised their guns and started fighting.
Bang bang bang...
Lao Zhouyi shot down the traitor in the black-clad detective team who was walking at the front.
The traitor behind heard the gunshot and quickly leaned against the wall, pulled out his gun and fired back.
The sound of gunshots immediately echoed through the alley.
The middle-aged man who was following Lao Zhou raised his leg and kicked open a door next to him, and pulled Lao Zhou into the yard.
The bullet made a squeaking sound as it hit the wall. If he had been half a beat slower, Lao Zhou would definitely have been shot.
Seeing the suspect enter the small courtyard, the traitors were very happy. Isn't this a case of catching a turtle in a jar?
Hurry and outflank them.
The leading little boss immediately shouted: "Hurry up to the roof and occupy a favorable position, I want them to be unable to fly!"
The traitors practice arresting people when they have nothing to do. It is as difficult as going to heaven for the people they target to escape.
The traitors cherished their lives, so of course they wouldn't do anything if they were asked to directly follow up the courtyard.
Surround them first and then talk.
The little boss's idea is very simple. How will he catch him later? Will he be dead or alive? Isn't that just based on his own happiness?
However, before that, it is important to ensure that your life is not lost.
The wretched figures began to scatter in all directions.
Lao Zhou followed the middle-aged man into the house, stuck out one eye, and pointed the muzzle of the gun in his hand directly at the kicked-in door.
But the middle-aged man said to Lao Zhou who was standing at the door: "Don't stay there, hurry up to the attic with me..."
Lao Zhou put away his gun and ran to the second floor without hesitation.
A ray of sunlight shines into the house through the gap in the roof, and dust floats in the light.
The middle-aged man went directly to the attic wall and inserted the machete in his hand directly into the gap between the wooden wall panels.
"Hi..." With a low growl from the middle-aged man, a piece of the shared wooden wall was pried open amidst the squeaking sound of nails exiting the wood.
The middle-aged man directly removed the other piece next to him: "Hurry up..."
Nervous Lao Zhou was a little curious: "How do you know this wall panel can be pried open?"
"Haha, when I was building houses for these rich people in the early days, I was thinking about how to take advantage of them."
After crawling into the next door, Lao Zhou approached the window with a black line on his head: "No, aren't you from Luo Fugui Company? How can our Eighth Route Army do these things?"
"That was before I joined the Eighth Route Army. My benefactor redeemed me from prison. I haven't done such sneaky things for a long time..."
Lao Zhou suddenly remembered something: "You were very good at killing traitors with a sword."
"Hey, I learned it all from Instructor Park, I'm not bragging..." As he spoke, this man followed him from the entrance of the cave to the next door.
"Dede, please stop bragging. With such a big hole behind us, the traitor will catch up soon..." Lao Zhou quickly stopped the deser: "Don't you think of a way to restore that wall panel?" ?”
"Hey, just wait and see the good show..." The middle-aged man lit a match and searched around the house.
, looking out through the gap in the window to see the traitors shouting and grabbing the higher ground, surrounding the room next to them tightly, and casually asked the person who was rummaging through boxes and cabinets: "What are you looking for at this time?"
"Look for something you can light. This guy just killed a traitor and doesn't want to set a fire. How can he be worthy of the term murder and arson?"
Lao Zhou was shocked: "Stop, we can't burn down people's houses."
"Look what this is..." The middle-aged man took off a military uniform hanging on the wall of the house: "This clearly belongs to a puppet soldier, not an ordinary citizen... Let's burn it this time He left his kennel and eliminated harm for the people..."
Lao Zhou had a dark line: "You...even if you set a fire, how can we leave?"
"Leave? That's not easy. Hehe, let's just open another hole to the north..." The middle-aged man poured the lamp oil in the room on the bed board in the attic and threw the puppet army uniform to Lao Zhou: "This You put it on first..."
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