You were allowed to marry into No. 76 family, and you were promoted to director?

Chapter 61 Shooting

Hankou Road, Guanghua Bookstore.

A tall woman wearing a khaki windbreaker and a pair of high heels walked in.

When the bookstore owner Sun Jianzhong saw the customer, he quickly called the store staff to come forward to greet him.

"Boss, have the magazines and periodicals I ordered from you arrived?"

At a glance from the bookstore owner, the waiter quickly ran to the door and paid attention to the passers-by.

At the counter, the bookstore owner smiled:

"It's Miss Yang. The journal you ordered has arrived. I was just about to call you to come pick it up."

After saying this, the bookstore owner lowered his head and searched for the book, and his voice rang out:

"Comrade Piaoxue, what's the emergency that requires you to come to me at this time?"

The person who came was Yang Huamei from Medical Room No. 76.

After receiving an inexplicable phone call, Yang Huamei decisively chose to find her superior.

Although she was not sure about the Zhoushan stronghold, the man directly revealed her identity on the phone, which did not allow Yang Huamei to hesitate at all.

However, Yang Huamei was also afraid that the man was setting up a sting operation, so on the way here, Yang Huamei walked around the street for a while, and only came to Guanghua Bookstore after making sure that no one was following her.

"Old Sun, it's an emergency. The Zhoushan base has been exposed. The people from Operations Section 76 have surrounded it."

The owner of the bookstore is named Sun Jianzhong, and he is the leader of the underground party outside the Shanghai Concession.

He looked to be in his 50s, wearing a pair of round glasses, a grey gown, with slightly grey hair, and a distinct scholarly temperament.

"What, Zhoushan Road?"

"Don't worry, let me confirm it."

After saying that, Sun Jianzhong walked quickly to the back room.

A few minutes later, Sun Jianzhong returned to the counter with a serious expression:
"Piaoxue, thank you for sending me such important information. I will handle this matter. Please go back quickly. The lunch break is almost here."

Yang Huamei nodded, and after thinking carefully, she said again:

"Old Sun, ask the comrades at the telephone office to dial the number of Infirmary 76 at : this morning."

Originally Yang Huamei wanted to delete it, but changed her mind after thinking about it:

"Change the time this number is dialed."

Sun Jianzhong smiled, looked at Yang Huamei with satisfaction and said:
"There is progress. I will also handle this matter. Don't worry."

"Regarding the comrade who called you today to remind you, I will also confirm with the organization as soon as possible. The next time we meet, I will tell you the results of the investigation."

"Be careful. The phone call to your office today was a big bomb. We don't know what that person is after, but since he provided us with this information, we are helping him clean up the mess, so we don't owe each other anything."

On Zhoushan Road, far away from the photo studio, Zhao Xuan, who was sitting at a food stall sipping noodles, kept the scanning mode on, scanning the passers-by while also locking onto the photo studio.

Zhou Mei, Fan Dingfang and Zhao Xuan were sitting at the same table, and the three of them would glance in the direction of the photo studio from time to time.

At this moment, Carrot Head ran over in a hurry and said breathlessly:

"Brother Xuanxuan, no no, something bad has happened. There's a fight going on over there with the captain!"

When Zhou Mei heard this, her first reaction was surprise: "Is he really an underground party member?"

Zhao Xuan threw away the chopsticks in his hand, took out his gun, loaded it, and shouted:

"Stop eating! Hurry up! We can't let those two from the photo studio get away!"

Fan Dingfang wiped his mouth, glared at Carrot Head angrily, then drew his gun and chased after Zhao Xuan.

Zhou Mei didn't hesitate, took out her gun, stood up and quickly caught up.

Inside the photo studio, as Zhao Xuan and his men rushed in, the owner and photographer who had just finished taking photos and were about to go eat were stunned for a moment, and then they saw that the people following Zhao Xuan pointed their guns at them. "You, you are the guest from before!"

Zhao Xuan looked at the two men coldly and signaled Fan Dingfang to send someone to hold them down.

Seeing that Zhao Xuan was serious, the shop owner hugged the phone and the photographer and immediately squatted down. At the same time, the photographer also shouted:
"Don't shoot, we"

Seeing the other party's unusual movements, Zhou Mei, Zhao Xuan and Fan Dingfang pulled the trigger one after another.

There were five shots in a row, and Zhao Xuan alone fired three shots.

Zhou Mei opened her mouth and looked at Fan Dingfang beside her in surprise. Fan Dingfang smiled bitterly and quickly went forward with his men to check.

The photographer was hit by three bullets from Zhao Xuan on the forehead and left and right sides of the chest. He was dead beyond death.

Zhou Mei and Fan Dingfang hit the store manager at the same time.

Originally, Zhou Mei only intended to injure the store manager's arm, but Fan Dingfang shot before her.

Of course, Fan Dingfang had no intention of killing the store manager. After all, only the living underground party members could gain the greatest credit.

But Fan Dingfang didn't expect that after he hit the store manager, the guy's body swayed, causing Zhou Mei's bullet to hit the guy's heart directly.

"Brother Xuan, both of them are dead."

Zhou Mei pulled the corner of her mouth, walked forward and took a look, then turned to look at Zhao Xuan and asked:
"Chief Zhao, did the photographer just now want to surrender?"

When Fan Dingfang heard this, a hint of anger flashed in his eyes. If Zhou Mei had not fired the shot, the store manager could have been captured alive.

"He shouted too late!"

Fan Dingfang snorted coldly.

Zhou Mei also realized that what she had just said seemed to be blaming Zhao Xuan, and she felt a little regretful for a moment.

However, Zhao Xuan walked over, took a look at the two people's deaths, and said indifferently:
"Old Fan is right. Besides, what does it mean to surrender without raising your hands and squatting down?"

After saying that, Zhao Xuan walked around the counter and pulled out the drawer, which contained two guns.

Upon seeing this, Fan Dingfang spat directly at the two dead bodies lying on the ground:
"What the hell, you dare to play tricks on us."

Zhou Mei felt extremely regretful after seeing this, and quickly bowed to Zhao Xuan:

"Chief Zhao, I'm sorry, it was my fault just now."

Zhao Xuan waved his hand, picked up the phone on the ground, and dialed directly to Ding Moqun's office.

"Director, there is trouble over there in Jiang Ping, but we can confirm that these people are either underground party members or members of the Military Control Commission."

"I have already cleaned up the photo studio. No one is left alive."

"Okay, I understand!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Xuan told Fan Dingfang to leave two people to clean up the mess, and immediately took the rest of the people to Jiang Ping's location for support.

After dealing with the two Yamaguchi-gumi members, Zhao Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, but he also prayed in his heart that the underground party on Jiang Ping's side could break out.

When Zhao Xuan and his men arrived, the battle on Jiang Ping's side had already ended.

Looking at the alley that had been blown up by grenades and the corpses scattered along the way, Zhao Xuan looked grimly at Jiang Ping, who was sweating and looking terrified.

Snapped--

Zhao Xuan raised his hand and slapped Jiang Ping to the ground:

"What did I tell you when I left?"

"So many members of the action team are left to you, and you just let me watch this situation?"

(End of this chapter)