Ma Ping'an was worthy of being an old detective. Based on the blood stains on the ground and the remaining footprints, he realized that the Yamamoto Japanese had deliberately left these clues.
So why did this old devil do this? Do you just want to escape alone?
And so many people couldn't catch him. Where did this old devil go?
Both Ma Ping'an and Duan Wu are very clear about one thing. After encountering Yamamoto, the patrol team and the police must first exchange fire and then pursue him.
And since the other party left so much blood, the patrol team and the police should be able to easily find Yamamoto's hiding place.
But the patrol team and the police lost track of Yamamoto. It has to be said that this further proves that the Yamamoto Japanese deliberately left these blood sacrifices to mislead the police and patrols who were chasing him.
So in an instant, Duanwu, Ma Ping'an and others seemed to have fallen into a dead end without any clue.
The Yamamoto Japanese deliberately left these clues. So Changshu City is so big, where did he go?
If his injuries were not as serious as imagined, would he have fled further?
This seems to be an unsolvable mystery. Even if it's the Dragon Boat Festival, I can't think of where this old devil Yamamoto will go!
It's so hard to guess what a person is thinking. Even couples living under the same roof often cannot guess each other's thoughts.
So, this seems to be a mystery that can never be solved. If we don't step up the investigation, no one will be able to find that old devil Yamamoto.
However, at this moment, Ma Ping'an, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly had an idea and asked: "Can you show me the defense map of the 44th Division?"
"What are you looking at this for?"
Chen Yong's expression was not good-looking on the spot. Because on the way here, he also heard that Ma Pingan was most likely an underground party member.
The words "underground party" are enemies in Chen Yong's eyes. So how could he show his defense plan to the enemy?
Duanwu thought for a while and asked: "The reason, otherwise Mr. Chen would not give you such an important thing."
"Japanese Japanese are misleading us. Then he must have his purpose.
But we are not Yamamoto and it is impossible to know what he thinks. So I want to see if there are any important military facilities nearby.
Because I just heard that Commander Chen is going to mobilize troops from around here. Then it is very likely that Yamamoto will take advantage of this time to sneak attack this place.
He has no way to escape now. He is very likely to jump over the wall and do irrational things. "
Ma Pingan explained, but Chen Yong looked at Duanwu.
Duanwu nodded, and Chen Yong said: "There are no other important facilities nearby, only a granary of the 44th Division. Half a month's worth of rations for our 44th Division is stored there."
Duanwu sneered and said: "That's right, Master Chen, give the order! Call the people out. Then you search here. And the louder the noise, the better."
Chen Yong seemed to have noticed something and hurriedly said to Duanwu: "Special Commissioner, this is too dangerous. Let my guards line up?"
Duanwu shook his head and said, "It's okay. I'm very free now anyway."
After Duanwu finished speaking, he whispered to Xie Jinyuan for a while, asking him to stay and assist Chen Yong while he brought the knife. The two of them ducked into the alley and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Chen Yong was still a little worried and said to Xie Jinyuan: "The special commissioner just left like this. Am I really worried?"
Xie Jinyuan smiled and said: "Mr. Chen, there is no need to worry, the special commissioner will be fine. Let alone a mere Japs, I once witnessed with my own eyes that the special commissioners killed seven Japs in a row, all with one blow. In my opinion, the special commissioners He is a born killer. He never gets into trouble when he fights with others, and his killing method makes people feel scared just by looking at him."
Speaking of this, Xie Jinyuan actually felt shuddering. Because the killing method of the Dragon Boat Festival is really just like the saying: killing people is like slaughtering pigs and dogs.
Chen Yong's expression also changed slightly. He had indeed seen a lot of killings. On the battlefield, he could not count the number of soldiers who fell in front of him. Moreover, there were dozens of enemies or deserters who died in his hands.
But the killing method described by Xie Jinyuan is completely different. Killing seven people in a row with one fatal move was just a joke.
As the old saying goes, two fists are no match for four hands. The meaning of this sentence is that no matter how powerful you are alone, you will still suffer when fighting with two people. Because you only have one pair of hands, but the other person has four hands. So let alone seven people.
But the Dragon Boat Festival killed seven people in a row, which makes people feel like their hair is standing on end.
Chen Yong simply couldn't imagine the kind of environment in which Duanwu grew up. He is only less than twenty years old, but he is proficient in all kinds of combat. Even a veteran like him who has been in the army for more than ten years is incomparable.
After sighing, Chen Yong ordered his guards to draw out the troops from the granary, make the granary empty, and search for the Yamamoto Japanese with great fanfare to arouse the enemy.
At the same time, Duanwu and Daozi had arrived near the granary, and the two of them found a commanding height. It is a two-story attic less than fifty meters away from the granary.
The two of them stood on the balcony on the second floor of the attic, quietly waiting for the old devil Yamamoto to throw himself into the trap.
He believed Ma Ping'an's words. Yamamoto had been forced to a dead end. People were chasing him everywhere, and he was injured. When he was isolated and helpless, it was simply a fantasy for him to escape from the city.
So he had only one choice, which was to take risks, do something he thought was a great achievement, and then die in such a grand way.
And sure enough, Ma Pingan's guess was right. After a short period of helplessness and fear, Yamamoto made a crazy decision.
His wound continued to hurt, and the pain was unbearable. Because the bullet in his left arm could not be taken out by himself.
But as the bullet remained in his body, the wound would not heal and caused him unbearable pain.
This kind of severe pain made him want to kill himself to end his life.
But just when he was about to use the only remaining weapon on his body, a bayonet, to end his life. He remembered his previous plan.
Before, when he was injured for the second time, when his calf was grazed by a bullet, he took a fancy to the nearby granary.
His arm didn't hurt that much at that time, maybe because of mental stress, or maybe because of the numbness of the nerves after the bullet hit his arm.
So he didn't take it seriously at all. But when he hid and felt that he was relatively safe, his left arm suddenly started to hurt.
The wound on his leg also caused pain, making him miserable.
So this old devil was depressed and despaired. But in the end he chose to end his life through a suicidal act of attacking a granary.
This was an honor, at least he felt that he should leave something behind after his death.
He disguised himself as a beggar and slowly approached the granary.
Most of the guards at the granary have been transferred. There were only two soldiers guarding the door.
Since there are not enough defenders in the warehouse, the guards at the door are also very vigilant.
When they saw a man wearing shabby clothes and a broken straw hat, holding a stick in both hands, limping toward the granary, they shouted and asked: "Who are you? Get out of here right away." "
"Okay, okay, Master, I haven't eaten in three days."
Yamamoto Guizi pretended to be weak and said.
But the two guards still refused to allow Yamamoto to approach. One of them stepped forward to drive Yamamoto away. Unexpectedly, the old devil took out a knife from his arms and stabbed the soldier in the heart.
The soldier looked at the knife on his chest and seemed hard to believe that a beggar who looked short and frail could move so neatly.
"Hey, what's going on?"
Another guard saw that his companion was motionless and asked.
The soldier who was stabbed had his mouth full of blood and was speechless. He could only reluctantly turn his head and look at his comrades.
He opened his mouth, and a large amount of blood poured out of his mouth.
When the other guard saw this, his mouth opened in shock and he quickly pulled the bolt of his gun.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, old Japanese Yamamoto pulled out his bayonet and threw it like a flying knife, hitting the guard five meters away in the neck.
But the guard's gun still went off.
boom!
The gunfire alerted the guards inside the warehouse.
Four people rushed out of the lounge with guns in hand.
But as soon as a guard rushed out, he was shot in the chest and flew back.
The other three guards who did not rush out also retreated.
They didn't see the enemy at all and fired randomly at the door.
Old Japanese Yamamoto took out a grenade from the corpse and threw it directly into the door.
The three guards saw smoking grenades flying in. He quickly flew out to the left and right.
Boom!
A grenade exploded and the lounge was in chaos.
Two guards were killed and another was seriously injured.
The old devil Yamamoto walked into the lounge with a gun in one hand and pointed it at the injured guard's head.
"do not move!"
Just when the old devil Yamamoto was about to shoot, Dragon Boat Festival's gun was already on Yamamoto's head, and the distance between the two people was only half a step away.
And if Duanwu hadn't wanted to catch someone alive, I'm afraid this old devil would have died before he entered the door.
Colonel Yamamoto's mouth twitched with an unnatural expression, but soon returned to its original state.
He never thought that in this world, someone could approach his back so easily and quietly.
Colonel Yamamoto is a veteran jungle warfare expert and has received professional stealth training. According to current parlance, they are special forces.
Therefore, old devil Yamamoto has always been very vigilant. But he didn't expect that the man behind him could put a gun to the back of his head. This had to surprise him at the opponent's skill.
But this old devil has no intention of giving up and surrendering.
He sneered: "Sir, I have to say that there are not many people in this world who can walk up behind me, and you are one of them."
Duanwu said disdainfully: "Pull him down! If I hadn't caught someone alive, you would have died a long time ago. Put down the gun and become my prisoner obediently. You may still have a chance of living."
Yamamoto's body trembled slightly when he heard the word 'alive'. Because this word is more important than a thousand words. How much he wants to live!
But having received special training, he knew how tragic a person like him would end up if he fell into the hands of the enemy.
He is a spy, and as a spy you have no protection. They are not soldiers, and soldiers can surrender and become prisoners. But they don't have this qualification. They were only brutally tortured, told all the secrets they knew, and then died.
Then Yamamoto, the old Japanese, suddenly laughed like crazy and said: "Hahaha, Chinese people, you underestimate the soldiers of our empire."
Before he finished speaking, Yamamoto Guizi suddenly turned sideways and bumped the elbow of his right hand into Danwu's gun-holding hand.
Duanwu naturally knew what Yamamoto wanted to do, he was making his last desperate struggle.
It was too late for Danwu to shoot at this time. Yamamoto's sudden turn had already caused the muzzle of his gun to deviate. The moment he pulled the trigger, Yamamoto's head would leave the position of Danwu's gun. In other words, the Dragon Boat Festival shot will be empty.
What's more, what Dragon Boat Festival wants to arrest is a living one, not a dead Japanese. Otherwise, the moment Yamamoto appears, Danwu will be able to kill him with one shot.
This old Japanese is the leader of all Japanese spies in the Changshu area. He must know many secrets.
So the Dragon Boat Festival requires a living one. Moreover, this old devil actually showed off his fighting skills in front of him, how could he not give him a lesson?
So when Yamamoto turned around and struck with an elbow, Danwu did not block or dodge, but raised his right leg slightly, with his knee pressed against the old Japanese guy Yamamoto's butt.
The old devil was turning around, and his lower body was not stable at all. He lost his center of gravity after being hit by Duanwu, and his body staggered forward, and his moves were suddenly disrupted.
Yamamoto was surprised. Maybe he had never thought that someone would react so quickly and use such strange moves.
If it were an ordinary person, wouldn't he have to block? But the opponent didn't. Just a small movement of raising his knees broke all his subsequent moves.
But surprise comes as a surprise. The old Japanese soldier Yamamoto has received special military training after all. At the moment when he lost his center of gravity and was about to fall down, he held the gun in his right hand and wanted to die together with Duan Wu.
Duanwu sneered, flew up with his left foot, and kicked the gun away the moment it was about to be aimed at him. And in this way, old Japanese Yamamoto is like a tiger whose teeth have been pulled out, and can no longer hurt others.
I just didn't expect that at this moment, I heard a pop, followed by Yamamoto's scream.
It turned out that the old Japanese had thrown a grenade into the lounge. A chair was blown in half. Half of the chair was lying on the ground, and the broken stool support stood like a steel cone.
Yamamoto's focus was on Dragon Boat Festival and he didn't pay attention to his back. As a result, his fall was like a candied haws on a stick. With a pop, Yamamoto's body was penetrated by the steel-cone-like stool.
Half of the sharp wood penetrated from Yamamoto's chest. Old Japanese Yamamoto had difficulty breathing. Blood gushed out from his mouth. He had more air coming out but less air coming in. He looked like he was about to die.
Duanwu smiled bitterly. Unexpectedly, the old devil had done too many bad things. God wanted to take him away, but he couldn't even keep him.
But seeing that Yamamoto's mouth was still moving, Duan Wu came up to him and asked, "If you have anything to say, just say it. I can't save you. You old boy has done all the bad things. This is why God wants to send you to the underworld." Eight levels of hell.
Do you know the eighteen levels of hell? A place that even you Amaterasu can’t control, hahaha! ..."
