My spy diary

Chapter 158: Firefight (please vote)

After the transaction was completed, Song Yaowu, Fan Tonggui and their followers walked out of the box under the polite farewell of the Japanese.

The alert follower walked in front with his hands in his arms and a wary look on his face.

Fan Tonggui followed closely behind carrying a heavy box, stroking his sparse goatee with one hand and a satisfied smile on his face.

There was no expression on Song Yaowu's rough face, but his sharp eyes like an eagle scanned all directions.

Suddenly his expression changed and his face turned sinister, but before he could say anything to remind him, a guest sitting idle in the lobby on the first floor suddenly pulled out a pistol from his arms or waist.

"Bang" "Bang" "Bang"

The gunshot sounded, the fire flashed, the muzzle spurted out blazing flames, and the bullet shells jumped slightly. At the moment of shooting, the man at the front bore the brunt...

He was shot twice in the chest, blood sprayed, his body staggered, and then he rolled down the stairs.

Fan Tonggui was stunned by this unexpected attack. He was stunned for a few seconds and pulled off several beards without noticing. Just as he was about to touch the gun with his trembling hands, he was shot once in the wrist and leg.

"Bang!" He stumbled and fell to his knees on the stairs. The moment he landed, his center of gravity was dragged by the box, and he screamed and rolled down several stairs in embarrassment.

The bandit leader Song Yaowu reacted the fastest. As soon as he noticed the abnormality, he had already lifted up his clothes alertly and pulled out two rapid-fire shell guns.

The rapid-fire shell gun is the rapid-fire shell gun produced by Mauser in Germany, commonly known as the "twenty-gun".

This gun is equipped with a 20-round large-capacity magazine. Its performance in close combat is comparable to that of a submachine gun, making it the best choice to make up for the shortage of firepower.

With both guns in hand, Song Yaowu looked ferocious, his eyes sharp and fierce, and he looked very fierce.

He raised his hand, bang bang bang, a bunch of bullets spurted out.

The plainclothes men were either dodging or finding cover to fight back. Fires were everywhere, and bullets were whizzing past their scalps...

Suddenly, a plainclothes man who couldn't dodge was shot in the thigh, and the bullet passed through him. He fell to the ground with a plop, blood flowing, and he grinned in pain.

A plainclothes man next to him fired back while trying to pull him behind a chair. When Song Yaowu saw this, his expression became even more ferocious and he fired cross-handedly with his guns.

Bang, bang, bang, bang
The two sides went back and forth. Song Yaowu was shot in the shoulder, the assisting plainclothes team member was also shot in the arm, and the plainclothes member who fell to the ground was shot several more times in the leg. Blood mist rose, and he was already in despair.

At this moment, a plainclothes man suddenly appeared at the top of the stairs and fired a shot, hitting Song Yaowu directly in the chest. Poof, sparks brought out a cloud of blood mist.

Song Yaowu looked in pain, staggered and almost fell to the ground. He gritted his teeth and held on to the handrail of the stairs. He looked around with eagle eyes, held a gun in one hand and fought back, thinking of escaping.

However, at this moment, "bang bang", two shots were fired from behind.

The bullet penetrated directly through his back and out of his chest. Song Yaowu staggered, his body trembled and trembled. He opened his mouth, and blood choked out from his mouth and nose.

With a thud, he fell down the stairs.

At this time, Fan Tonggui, the second-in-command, was crouching on the stairs with his suitcase in one hand and took out his pistol tremblingly. Before he could make a move, he was severely stepped on by someone, and then knocked unconscious with a blow from his hand. past.

As the firing started downstairs, the battle also started upstairs.

The doors to the spring and autumn private rooms were suddenly opened, and several plainclothes men rushed out.

The two men on the left and right each held a grenade, pulled off the bracelet, paused for a few seconds, then kicked open the door of the blue box from the left and right, and threw the grenade directly in.

There was an exclamation from inside, followed by noisy footsteps and curses mixed with Japanese, and then there was the sound of a broken window.

The two loud "boom" sounds were like two thunders, tearing the air in an instant. The box shook, the doors and windows crashed and shattered, and several blood-curdling screams rang out from the shattered tables and chairs.

As the explosion sounded, roaring winds swirled in the room, sweeping around from the room, and the entire floor seemed to be shaking.

After the smoke dispersed, the civilians covered their noses and mouths, took cover, and fired a round of bullets directly into the house.

"bang bang bang"

Smoke filled the air, dust and sawdust flew everywhere, and another scream rang out, followed immediately by the sound of retaliatory gunfire.

At the same time, gunfire rang out from the rear window of the restaurant.

Zhang Yi stood at the window on the second floor of the box and observed with a telescope. At the moment when the grenade exploded, Oda Nobuhide and Shiga broke open the window and jumped from the second floor.

On the street behind the restaurant and close to the vegetable market, a hawker was walking around hawking cigarettes with a box of cigarettes.
A rickshaw driver taking a gray cloth towel to wipe his sweat and take a rest to cool down on the roadside
Customers smoking cigarettes and pretending to read newspapers in front of the newsstand.
Upon seeing this, the plainclothes Kaifeng station action team who were on guard at the perimeter immediately gave up hiding their identities and rushed over with their pistols flashed.

Several people armed with guns surrounded the two people who jumped from the second floor from several directions.

"Don't move, put down the gun!"

Shiga seemed to have sprained his foot. He was rubbing his ankle with a painful look on his face. When he heard the scolding, he immediately took out his gun and prepared to fight back. However, he saw Oda Nobuhide, who had already gotten up, raised his hand and fired two "bang bang" shots. He beat to death two plainclothes men who approached with guns.

Then while scolding Shiga, he turned the gun and pointed it at the third person.

The man saw his two companions fall to the ground and was caught off guard. He fired a shot in panic, but missed, and then two gunshots rang out one after another.

"bang bang"

Oda Nobuhide and Shiga fired at the same time.

One shot hit the man's chest, and the other shot penetrated directly between the man's eyebrows. He fell down with disbelief on his face.

Looking out the window, Zhang Yi shook his head expressionlessly as he watched the performance of these people. He was completely disappointed with the performance of the Kaifeng station action team.

I don’t know if these guys have ever captured Japanese spies. Do the ferocious enemies on the opposite side really use the guys in their hands as fire sticks? Still afraid to shoot at the Japanese?
I don’t know if the man felt any regret before he died.
He raised his binoculars and waved to the plainclothes man occupying the commanding heights on the roof not far away.

After killing the interceptor, Oda Nobuhide kept walking. He looked around vigilantly, fired two shots at the scurrying crowd, then raised his hand and shot a panicked young man riding a bicycle to death. He pulled away, shouted at Shiga, got on his bicycle and prepared to flee the scene.

However, at this time gunfire rang out.

A bullet whizzed and instantly caught up with him, passing through his back and splashing out a cloud of blood mist...

Oda Nobuhide pedaled the bicycle hard, and the happy and proud expression on his face had not yet subsided. Suddenly his expression changed and he fell off the bicycle.

On the other side, Shiga, who was running, was hit in the chest by a bullet that fell from the sky. He fell to the ground with a thud as if he was tripped suddenly. His face was pressed against the stone road, and several teeth spilled out of his mouth with blood. , he struggled ferociously for a few times, then suddenly convulsed and died.

The interior of the blue box was in a mess. A Japanese plainclothes man with half an arm missing fell on the ground with a ferocious look on his face and a pool of blood seeping out from under his body.

Also lying at the window was a Japanese plainclothes man, his chest full of bullet holes. He stared with fear and disbelief on his face, and blood was pouring out.

Then I saw Zhao Youde, who was gray-headed, with torn clothes, and in a state of embarrassment, tremblingly getting up from the corner of the box.

He wiped the blood from his face that was scratched by the explosive, ignored the pain on his body, stepped forward tremblingly, and said flatteringly:
"Sir Zhang, I am fortunate to have lived up to my command." He tried to make himself smile more humbly and reverently, because he knew that a person who has lost his value, a worthless person, is as low as the dust, just like a dog that has lost its family, and a person who has lost its family The dog will be killed sooner or later...

Zhang Yi secretly thought that this guy was so lucky that he was not killed by a grenade.

Of course, the direct lethality of grenades and hand grenades is not great.

When grenades are cast, several vertical and horizontal grooves are usually cast on the projectile body to divide the surface of the projectile into countless small pieces. When the grenade explodes, the fragments are scattered in all directions to achieve the best killing effect.

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Zhao."

Zhang Yi patted him on the shoulder and sneered in his heart. Before it was time to execute this traitor, let him live for a few more days.
He asked a group of plainclothes people to take photos and collect evidence, and then went downstairs to care for the injured. Just as he was thinking about his next move, he saw Jin Changhe, the captain of the Kaifeng station action team, walking in with a gloomy look on his face.

Behind him were several plainclothes men, two of whom were holding Oda Nobuhide, who was sweating profusely and twitching, with their hands crossed.

Oda Nobuhide's chest was seeping with blood. He had a ferocious look on his face, and his slender eyes bulged outwards, shining coldly like a poisonous snake.

"Baga, I am from the Empire of Japan, you guys"

"Stop his stinky mouth." Jin Changhe spat at him angrily, and then said to Zhang Yi:

"Boss Dai has arrived."

Came so fast?
Zhang Yi frowned, glanced at the patrol police who had appeared on the street, and said thoughtfully:

"Such a big movement today will definitely attract the attention of all parties. For the sake of insurance, we will immediately surround the home of Oda Nobuhide and others."

Jin Changhe frowned and said, "Isn't this bad?
They live in Tongshang Alley, and without telling their identities, there are Japanese ronin there. Once a large-scale arrest is launched, the Japanese consulate will definitely be alerted. At that time."

"It's better to ask for instructions before making a decision after reaching the peak."

"What identity? It's good that they are Japanese, but they forged their identities, pretended to be Chinese, and engaged in espionage. Now the evidence is conclusive. If we don't arrest people now, why don't we wait for them to destroy the evidence?"

Zhang Yi snorted coldly.

Of course he knew what Jin Changhe said made sense, especially in today's situation and environment...

Not to mention that some people are fierce and fearful of the Japanese, but according to the official philosophy of doing things, not seeking merit but seeking no faults, I am afraid that some people are already afraid that if the matter gets too big, the Japanese Embassy will intervene, and then the party leaders will compromise. Put the pressure on, and ultimately you need to take responsibility.

The fire at the city gate affected Chiyu.

"What if?" Jin Changhe said bitterly.

"Okay, if anything happens, I'll be responsible for it."

Zhang Yi interrupted him directly and looked at this person coldly. This person was no longer a matter of ability. He was looking forward and backward, fearing this and that. Now letting the Japanese go, not only violating their own responsibilities and conscience, but also doing evil.

Doing good may not necessarily bring good results, but doing evil will have immediate results.

Once the Japanese get the news, destroy the evidence, and use Japan's hypocrisy, insidiousness, and cunning to shamelessly urinate, they may even confuse right and wrong and beat them up.

This is a traditional craft in Japan. It has always been done like this. First, it uses public opinion to deceive the public, conceals the truth and conducts sneak attacks, and then creates established facts.
As long as little Japan is given a chance, they will shed their "civilized" hypocrisy and reveal their disgusting and perverted faces and ferocious bloodthirsty fangs.

Zhang Yi called Qian Xiaosan and whispered something, then scanned the crowd with sharp eyes and ordered:
"Immediately take control of the Chinese Culture Research Institute where Oda Nobuhide is located, search inside, and shoot anyone who dares to resist arrest."

"Yes."

No. 9, Tongshang Lane.

There is a sign saying "Research Institute of Chinese Culture" hanging outside. In fact, this is a secret service agency established by Oda Nobuhide as a cover.

This is a second-entry courtyard, and there is only a hired concierge guarding the outside. But when you enter the second-entry courtyard, there are two strong men in shorts with sinister faces patrolling and guarding the door.

The place is very lively at the moment, with various people dressed as businessmen, doctors, Feng Shui masters, and monks coming in and out from time to time.

Although these people dress up differently and have different identities, they have one thing in common, that is, they are strong and powerful.

Needless to say, they were all Japanese spies who took off their military uniforms, disguised themselves, and spied on intelligence.

In a room on the left side of the courtyard, two capable men were working at the moment.

These two people are Tanaka and Yamaguchi.

Tanaka compiled the intelligence collected by the spies one by one, selected the most valuable ones, and immediately transcribed them and handed them to Yamaguchi.

The Yamaguchi then translated it into a telegraph code and sent it directly through the radio.

At this moment, as Yamaguchi pressed the electric button, a "tick-tick" sound was made, and letters of information floated into the distance through the radio waves.

After Yamaguchi sent a telegram, he said with a proud smile:

"Yuzhou: Opium is 2 yuan per tael, tax is 15 yuan per mu, opium income is 30-100 yuan per mu, and wheat is no more than 30 yuan per mu."

"So opium is the weapon to conquer the Chinese people. The military is right. As long as 40% of the people in China smoke opium, it will inevitably become a vassal state of the Japanese Empire forever."

He smiled triumphantly and rubbed his wrist. Just when he was about to take a rest, he saw Tanaka hand over several more pieces of information:

"Hurry up and finish the work before Oda-kun comes back, or you will be reprimanded by him again."

Yamaguchi nodded, looked solemn, waved his fist, and muttered:
"Without life, fame, and money, full of injustice, ambition, and accumulated anger, we stay far away from our homeland. We will see the day when the Yamato cherry blossoms and the rising sun flag shine high on the top of the Central Plains."

Hearing this, Tanaka also waved his fist excitedly and started reciting.

At this moment, the phone in the main room suddenly buzzed crazily.

Tanaka raised his hand and glanced at his watch: "Why hasn't Oda-kun come back yet?"

As he spoke, he quickly walked to the main room and answered the phone.

After hearing a few words, Tanaka's face became stunned and solemn, and he rushed to the side room in panic.

"Quickly, destroy the files."

He ignored the explanation and pulled out a washbasin from under the bed with trembling hands. As soon as he lit the lighter, he heard shouting and gunshots coming from the front door, and then he saw a large number of plainclothes men armed with short guns rushing in like wolves.

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(End of this chapter)