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Chapter 210 Forcing them out

The man who stepped out of the black sedan was Chen Yang, the head of the Land Transport Section and director of the Jinling Special Affairs Committee.

Originally, these things didn't require Chen Yang to come personally.
Two days ago, Zuo Mingquan was ambushed by the Communist Party in an abandoned warehouse of the Darong Textile Factory. Four of his men were seriously injured and eleven died.

All six members of the Special Higher Police team were killed in the explosion, including the traitor Wu Fu.

Zuo Mingquan and the others were at the rear of the group when the explosion occurred, which is why they were lucky enough to survive.

However, he was also in bad shape, having broken four or five bones and suffered extensive burns to his thigh, requiring at least three or four months of hospitalization.

Therefore, Chen Yang was put in charge of the Special Committee's work.

"Director Chen, everyone's here." Ling Jing, the captain of the action team, got out of the car behind and jogged forward to say respectfully.

Chen Yang pulled his trench coat tighter around himself and said gently, "Captain Ling, the brothers will have to work hard these next few days."

"However, it's alright. As long as the mission goes smoothly, everyone will receive an extra month's pay. The year-end is almost here, so let the brothers have a good New Year."

"Thank you for your consideration, Director Chen," Ling Jing said, overjoyed.

Director Chen is truly generous; he gave away a month's salary in one go. That bastard Zuo Mingquan would rather embezzle all the salaries of his subordinates than Director Chen does.
"Give the order to proceed according to the plan arranged by the Special Higher Police. Everyone is responsible for perimeter security. Be smart."

"Don't worry," Ling Jing turned his head and said, "Brothers, listen up, the director said that everyone will be rewarded for doing a great job this time."

"If anyone makes a mistake, don't blame me for being ruthless, you hear me?"

"Yes, Captain." The group responded and quickly took their positions according to the previous plan.
On the second floor of the coffee shop, Lin Xueli silently watched everything that was happening below. After a while, Lin Xueli stood up and said, "Let's go."

Sun Yong frowned: "Team leader, aren't you going to take another look?"

Lin Xueli said in a low voice, "No need. A direct assault is basically hopeless. We'll have to think of another way."

Sun Yong's eyes lit up: "Team leader, you've come up with a solution?"

Lin Xueli did not answer, but gave a mysterious smile.

Shanghai, French Concession, Huichuntang.

Lin Xueli and Zhang Jianliang had a heated discussion inside the safe house.

"We must save them! Time waits for no one!" Lin Xueli: "Save them, but we can't follow the script written by the enemy."

"The Special Higher Police's layout seems perfect, but it has several key weaknesses."

Zhang Jianliang asked suspiciously, "What weakness?"

Lin Xueli took a breath and gathered his thoughts: "First, the special nature of the French Concession."

"The Special Higher Police's large-scale deployment must be relatively covert, unlike their overt operations in the Japanese quarter. Otherwise, they wouldn't have needed the assistance of the Nanjing Special Service Commissioners to deploy in the French Concession. Their actions are subject to certain restrictions from the police."

"Second, there is a delay in information transmission. After their deployment orders are issued, it takes time for information coordination between various points, and there is a physical gap in information transmission between the outer monitoring points and the core of Room 203."

"Third, human psychology. We have dealt with Fujita Tsuyoshi before. He is domineering, arrogant and arrogant. He assumes that we will take room 203 by force or trickery."

“People in the Special Higher Police (STPP) focus on execution and discipline, but their thinking patterns are easily confined by the predictions of their superiors.”

"Therefore, our actions cannot be based on their predetermined goals, nor can we confront them head-on."

Zhang Jianliang nodded repeatedly: "Comrade Qinghu, your analysis makes a lot of sense, so what do you think we should do?"

Lin Xueli slammed his fist on the table: "It won't be easy to break in, so let's find a way to force them out."

"Take action on the road"

"On the way?" Zhang Jianliang hesitated. "There are more than twenty people from the Nanjing Special Service Committee outside, plus the Special Higher Police's action team, making a total of forty or fifty people."

"We only have seventeen people now, the difference in numbers between the two sides is too great, are you still going to choose to take action on the road?"

Lin Xueli handed the pre-prepared plan to Zhang Jianliang, saying, "Comrade Special Envoy, please take a look and see if this plan is feasible."

Zhang Jianliang took the paper and carefully read it under the light.

This is an action plan specially designed by Lin Xueli.

The first step was to have Sun Yong, the carrier pigeon, disguise himself as a power company employee and, under the pretext of inspecting the power lines, attempt to enter the main switch area of ​​the Ruikang apartment building.

This move served two purposes: first, to confirm the layout of the apartment's electrical wiring; and second, to deliberately alert the Special Higher Police's undercover agents, reinforcing their belief that "the Red Party might be eyeing the apartment," thus focusing their attention more on the building itself.

The second step was to cut off communications. At the agreed time, another team of members infiltrated a telephone line node on a street near Ruikang Apartments and precisely cut the telephone line leading to Ruikang Apartments.

This deprived the 203 indoor Matsui of the most convenient and stable communication method with the external control points.

The third step involved creating an emergency that required internal personnel to go out and handle. Meanwhile, the team members who had previously investigated the power lines tampered with the power lines in an inconspicuous corner outside the apartment building, causing a sudden and complete power outage in the apartment.

Power outages in French Concession apartments are not uncommon and do not immediately trigger a full-scale alarm, but they are situations that must be addressed.

More importantly, Lin Xueli judged that electrical appliances such as table lamps might be used in room 203. A power outage would bring temporary darkness and psychological distress.

Power outages and telephone disruptions would force those in room 203 to send someone out to check the situation or contact their superiors. Those who went out would become targets.

The next key point of the operation was to create chaos, take advantage of the confusion, and force Fujita to bring the person out.

The operation was divided into two phases. The members of the Jiangsu-Zhejiang guerrilla team who came to carry out the operation were divided into two groups. One group of elite Jiangsu-Zhejiang action team members ambushed at the best ambush point near the entrance and exit of the apartment.

The other group used a feint to lure the members of the Nanjing Special Service Committee away from the entrance.

The Special Higher Police wouldn't care about the fate of the Nanjing Special Service Committee; their focus would definitely be on how to launch an ambush. However, without electricity, it would be difficult for them to determine the number of personnel.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Jianliang put down the plan and said, "Comrade Qinghu, I feel that this plan seems to lack rigor."

"The Special Higher Police's action team must have been deployed inside the Ruikang Apartment."

"Even if you can create chaos on the outside, if they remain completely stagnant inside, it will be very difficult for us to have a chance."

"Besides, you mentioned creating chaos, how can you be sure they'll actually cause chaos?"

Lin Xueli said with great confidence, "We don't have many people, but we can still find some allies."

"Allies?" Zhang Jianliang was somewhat puzzled.

Lin Xueli said calmly, "You may not be very familiar with the situation in the French Concession."

"The Japanese chose to set up a presence here because they knew we would take risks, since they couldn't station a large number of personnel here."

"At least the military police would not be able to enter the French Concession."

"And our allies are the police officers of the French Concession."

Zhang Jianliang paused for a moment, then slowly said, "Go on."

Lin Xueli said slowly, "I am a clerk of the French Concession Municipal Council, and I am very familiar with the patrol routes and personnel of the French Concession police."

"The patrol time for the Ruikang Apartment area is divided into three shifts: morning, noon and evening."

"The night shift staff will patrol the area around 7 p.m.,"

"If they see that Ruikang Apartment is without power and there is smoke, they should go in to check it out, both for their own sake and for their own benefit."

"No matter how bold the Special Higher Police are, they wouldn't dare to fire at the police station."

"As long as there are many people, they cannot guarantee that there are not our people mixed in with them."

"For safety reasons, at this point, they can only retreat to another safe point or return to the Special Higher Police."

“So,” Lin Xueli pounded heavily on the junction between Ruikang Apartment and the outside world, “this is the best place for us to make our move.”

Zhang Jianliang frowned: "But do you think the police won't help the Japanese against us?"

Lin Xueli said softly, "I'm confident about that. Detective Guo Chang, who is in charge of patrols, is a sworn enemy of the Japanese."

“He won’t obey Fujita’s orders; at most, he’ll just watch from the sidelines.”

"However, we must act quickly, in three minutes, only three minutes."

"Why?" Zhang Jianliang still didn't quite understand.

Lin Xueli pointed to a location on the map and said casually, "Because it's only a three-minute walk from Ruikang Apartments."

Zhang Jianliang looked at Lin Xueli with a puzzled expression: "I still don't quite understand."

Lin Xueli said, "Comrade Special Envoy, we have fewer than twenty men in total, including the guerrillas and my men."

"Manpower is our biggest problem,"

"Therefore, the maximum number of people who can be drawn away from the Nanjing Special Service Committee is three."

Zhang Jianliang exclaimed in surprise, "You think you can use three people to divert more than twenty people from the Special Affairs Committee? Is that even possible?"

Lin Xueli nodded: "Of course it's possible, because their heads are there."

Zhang Jianliang looked completely bewildered and couldn't understand at all.
“This is the only place Chen Yang, the director of the Special Affairs Committee, takes home,” Lin Xueli said softly. “If these agents hear that their leader’s car was attacked by the Red Party, do you think they will still be able to sit still?”

"When the time comes, as long as someone rushes to the front of Ruikang Apartment and shouts loudly, 'Oh no! Director Chen's car has been attacked by the Communists!'"

“Those people will definitely do everything they can to save you. At that time, I will send out the action signal from the roof of the coffee shop across the street, and Sun Yong, disguised as an electrical maintenance worker, will activate the smoke generator.”

"The effect of billowing smoke was artificially created."

"Do you understand now that I've explained it this way?"

Zhang Jianliang slowly tapped the table with his right hand, seemingly considering whether Lin Xueli's plan was feasible.

After a long pause, Zhang Jianliang asked softly, "Comrade Qinghu, what do you think the success rate of this plan is?"

Lin Xueli frowned and answered honestly, "Less than 30%."

"But this is the best solution I can think of."

"If you suggest a direct attack, I think there's absolutely no chance."

Zhang Jianliang sighed: "Alright, this plan is your responsibility."

"If the situation changes or becomes uncontrollable, retreat immediately. Old Zhong's life is precious, and so are the lives of our comrades."

"We must consider the lives of our comrades."

"Yes"

(End of this chapter)