Holding the bread with the horse in his mouth, riding on A Mao's bicycle, he suddenly felt like he had become the hero of a youthful love comedy.
He always felt that if he rode out like this, he would definitely bump into the reckless female classmate in the corner.
Or when you are about to climb the steep slope leading to the school gate, you see an autistic girl cheering for herself in front of the slope.
Hema turned his head and said to Amao: "Later, I will trouble you to send Chiyoko to Yuechuan Girl. If you don't have a car to ride, remember to start early and don't be late."
"Master, don't worry." Amao nodded.
At this time, Chiyoko ran out of the house, holding a lunch box in a bag in her left hand and a sports water bottle in her right hand, ran all the way to Kazuma, and stuffed her mind into the front basket of the bicycle.
"Wheat tea and lunch, do you have some change?" she asked.
He Ma nodded: "There are more."
He glanced at Chiyoko's school uniform, and asked in surprise, "Is it starting to change into summer clothes today? So early?"
"It seems to be affected by the El Niño phenomenon. This year, the warming is earlier, so the school board meeting decided to change it earlier." Chiyoko replied.
Kazuma looked at Chiyoko's high school summer dress and said with a smile, "It looks good. When I come back at night, I have to take a good look at it."
After finishing speaking, he pushed the car for a run-up and stepped onto the seat.
Amao and Chiyoko watched him go away at the gate of the courtyard.
**
He Ma first came to the citizen library in Geshi District.
The library is relatively close to the Kiryu Dojo, so he plans to visit here first, and then go to the archives if there is no necessary information.
If not, run a little further to the Tokyo Metropolitan National Library.
The library just opened early in the morning, and there were not many people there. The borrowing counter was empty, and the trolley next to the counter was piled with a large number of books that had completed the return process and were waiting to be put back on the bookshelf.
He Ma slapped the bell on the counter a few times in front of the counter.
The two ding dings disappeared immediately, as if absorbed by the densely arranged bookshelves.
So he and the horse started beating the bell continuously.
"Here we come!" An old bass came from among the bookshelves, and then an old man in his fifties with slightly gray hair came out from between the bookshelves pushing an empty cart.
He glanced at Hema, and curled his mouth: "Hmph, the young people recently are getting more and more impetuous. I don't know if they should be quiet in the library? Also, the magazine area is over there, just go and read it yourself. By the way, we don't have celebrity gossip magazines here."
Well, He Ma thought, the old man imagined himself as a young man doing nothing.
"Master, why are you alone on duty in this library?"
"It was originally for two people, but recently someone from the National Library seems to have run away to take revenge on the society, so the Ministry of Education and Culture has begun to rectify the staff of the National Library, and temporarily dispatched our people to help."
He Ma frowned: "Revenge on society?"
"Yeah, I don't know the details. Anyway, the entire department of the National Library has been suspended for review, and then people from libraries in various districts have been dispatched to support. So, are you here to chat with me or to borrow books?" The uncle said at the same time After returning to the counter, he put on his reading glasses and looked at Kazuma.
"I'm here to borrow books." He Ma said while speculating about the relationship between this incident and the bombing of the Kandagawa police station before, "I want the hydrological data of Tokyo Bay."
The uncle pushed his glasses, looked at Hema carefully, and shook his head: "I won't give it to you. It's research materials, not a manual to guide you to electric fish and fried fish. You young people are always thinking about crooked ways, and you have no money to play Paqing Brother, go to work."
Hema raised his eyebrows, wondering if this uncle thought I was a bad guy because he saw me carrying a wooden knife
Where is the bad thing about not using hairspray and wax these days
After all, Hema has no money, can't afford hairspray, and his sister doesn't even use cosmetics, so she depends on red strings to look good.
"Master, I'm doing research."
"Hehe, the young man is starting to do research now." The uncle let out a hearty laugh, as if he had just heard a very funny joke.
Kazuma took out the student ID card of the University of Tokyo from his pocket.
The uncle didn't see clearly what it was when he saw the student ID card for the first time, so he asked "what is it", and then pushed his glasses, only this time he could see clearly.
Then he raised his head, kept his glasses on, and looked up and down carefully at the horse again.
"Are you a student at the University of Tokyo?"
"Yes, I am Kazuma Kiryu, a student at the University of Tokyo."
"Is that Kiryu Kazuma?"
Kazuma nodded solemnly: "That's Kiryu Kazuma."
The uncle stared at Kazuma for a few more seconds: "Oh, you are Kiryu Kazuma. Oh, I thought you were a young man who skipped class to have fun. You look too young."
He Ma: "I'm eighteen years old, so it's only because I look old that I have problems?"
"Are you eighteen? How did I remember that the report..."
"In the report, I am also eighteen years old. I just took the entrance exam for Dongda this year."
The uncle patted his forehead: "Oh, look at my memory, I am so confused. Do you know that there is a shop selling rough dim sum in the shopping street near Geshibei High School?"
How could Kazuma not remember that it was in that store that he became enemies with the Tsuda group, and Mikako was knocked out with a bat at that time.
"I remember, I also beat off a group of jibes who came to make trouble there."
"That's right, that's the shop! Later, the old woman who opened the shop took over the shop, and after selling the money, she moved to my house. She chatted with my wife all day long, and talked about Kiryu-kun's affairs when he had nothing to do."
He Ma scratched his head: "Is... so?"
The uncle asked enthusiastically: "By the way, the old woman next door is worried all day long that Ji Dao, who was beaten away by you, will come to trouble you again. Are you okay?"
"It's okay, I've blown up their entire group." He Ma laughed.
The uncle took this as a joke and laughed.
He Ma also laughed, as if it was a joke.
After laughing, the uncle said: "You want hydrological data, right? Sit over there and wait, I'll get them for you."
"No, you tell me the bookshelf and I will find it myself..."
"No, no, no, you can find it yourself. I'll bring it for you right away, so it's easy. Go and sit over there. Do you want a drink of water?"
He Ma lit the kettle in his hand: "I have barley tea."
"Okay." After finishing speaking, the uncle came out from behind the counter and strode toward the depths of the bookshelf.
Sitting with the horse at the position pointed by the uncle just now, he suddenly felt a little emotional.
This is prestige.
People are not always insensitive and will reward those who protect them in their own way.
Maybe this kind of return has no real benefits, but just a good mood makes people feel that it is worth the ticket price.
He Ma was sighing, and the uncle came out holding a stack of books.
"Because I don't know whether what you are looking for is ocean current information, submarine terrain information, or other information, so I brought them all for you."
Looking at the five tomes in the uncle's hand, He Ma frowned slightly.
"Well, I just want to see where the water is going, especially the shallow water."
The enemy was seriously injured when he fell into the water. If he wanted to run far, he must rely on the current. It is impossible to escape the encirclement by swimming alone.
So just follow the water and find it all the way.
"Then this one." The uncle took out a relatively thin book and put it on the table. "If you just want to see the direction of the shallow water flow, just turn to the picture in the appendix."
"Okay. Sir, are you so familiar with these things?"
"I have been in the library for decades, and I read books when I have nothing to do. I'm not boasting. I glanced at most of the books in the library. Of course, most of them just flipped through them casually."
Hema said "oh", and turned to the last appendix of this book, and he saw a concise diagram of the surface water flow.
"Can you make a copy of this picture for me?" He Ma said while looking at the latest copier in the library.
In my life, I only saw similar equipment in the library when I was in junior high school.
"Yes." The uncle picked up the book and went to the copier.
After a while, He Ma left the library with the photocopied water flow map, and the uncle escorted him all the way to the door.
Riding on the bicycle, He Ma decided to go to the bridge where he had the last confrontation with the enemy that night, and then go down the river to find it.
**
At this moment, Yamada is removing the stitches from his own wound.
As an agent who has undergone rigorous training, it is a piece of cake to sew wounds, bandage, and remove stitches by himself.
As for why his injury was not as severe as that of He Ma, but the stitches were removed later, it is unknown.
It may be that the environment of the safe house is not as suitable as the VIP ward of the hospital for recuperation.
After removing the stitches, Yamada finally washed the injured part with normal saline, and then wiped it clean with gauze.
He threw the gauze into the petrol can in front of him.
The bucket was already full of bloody gauze and other wound waste, and a foul smell wafted from the bucket, attracting flies buzzing over the bucket.
Yamada poured some alcohol into the gasoline can, then struck a match and threw it in.
The flames soared so high that they licked the iron ceiling at one point.
The convective flow of rising hot air made the chandelier in the safe room shake, and all the shadows in the room shook together—the windows of this room were covered, and the lights had to be turned on during the day.
Regardless of the burning garbage, Yamada stood up, walked to the workbench, sat down, and turned on the radio.
The sky in Tokyo is filled with all kinds of clear-coded communications, including calls from ships in Tokyo Bay, conversations between Narita Airport Control Tower and planes, and clear-coded communications from the police.
As long as you know the frequency, you can listen to it.
Of course, there is no important information in the clear communication, but if you keep monitoring every day, you can always detect something.
In addition, the radio can also listen to various broadcast stations.
Through these, Yamada searched for information about the person named Kiryu Kazuma day after day.
In fact, this is mainly because he can't leave the safe house to buy newspapers and magazines, otherwise he can know the address of Kiryu Dojo just by reading Fangchun, the weekly magazine.
According to the frequency of his copying these days, Yamada checked each one to see if there was any information about Kazuma.
Although he is eager to compete with Kiryu and Ma, eager to redeem the shame of "defeat", but he is not impatient at all.
Agents can't be impatient, and execute the plan methodically, this is the way agents act.
Yamada is not at all worried that his seeking personal revenge will cause trouble to the organization he belongs to.
He vaguely guessed that the KGB should be eager to have such an opportunity to fully test the results of the super soldier project.
After the results are produced, the "patriot comrades" can be persuaded to invest in super soldiers where they are more needed, rather than just using them as tools for infiltration and destruction.
As usual, Yamada silently adjusted the knob of the radio, looking for the information he needed in the ocean of radio waves. Behind him, the flames in the gasoline barrel were burning.
**
Kiryu and Ma rode their bicycles down the river, but they didn't find any buildings that looked like they could hide.
He just rode his bike all the way to the mouth of the river.
Then he discovered something: Tokyo Bay was much bigger than he had imagined.
He put down the car, stood on the guardrail of the seaside breakwater, looked along the coastline, and didn't even feel that it was a bay.
This is troublesome. If you ride a bicycle until dark, you will not be able to cover one-third of the scheduled distance.
But on the other hand, Tokyo Bay is so big, the enemy's physical strength should not be enough to swim very far.
Maybe the enemy really died of exhaustion, and then sank to the bottom with the equipment.
As for the body not being found, Tokyo Bay is so big that it seems normal to not find it.
He bit his lip with the horse.
No, I still have to look for it. If I don’t try all the methods, I won’t be able to sleep peacefully in the future. I’m afraid I’ll see the sea of flowers on the other shore as soon as I sleep.
The sea of flowers is beautiful, but who can bear it if it keeps on like this.
Jump off the railing with the horse, get on the bike, and start following the direction of the current on the current map.
After riding for about an hour, Hema still didn't see any buildings that could be used as lurking ground.
In fact, running all the way, what he saw was basically a busy port with people coming and going.
Just when he was about to stop to take a rest, he suddenly heard someone honking the horn behind him.
As soon as he turned his head, he saw the familiar police car.
But the people in the car were all in casual clothes.
"Hey, boy!" The car slowed down after paralleling the horse, and the short-haired policewoman Xia Shu rolled down the window, "Healed up so quickly and was discharged from the hospital? Is it okay to exercise so vigorously as soon as you are discharged from the hospital?"
Kazuma glanced at Xia Shu, and asked suspiciously, "Are you not on duty today?"
"Take a rest, take a rest." Xia Shu waved his hand.
"Can I still drive a police car on vacation? Isn't this a public car for private use?" He Ma said.
"You can't say that. We drive the police car so that when we need reinforcements, we can just put this on it and go for reinforcements." Xia Shu spread his hands, "You should praise us for our enthusiasm for work."
Shrugging with the horse, he didn't continue to pay attention to Xia Shu's sophistry.
Suddenly, he had an idea.
"Are you planning to cruise along the Che River by the sea?" He looked at Xia Shu and asked.
Xia Shu shook his head: "No, we are planning to drive to Kamakura to see the sea, but we don't want to take the Metropolitan Expressway. Anyway, we are traffic police, and we are familiar with the road conditions. If we take a shortcut, we won't get stuck in traffic."
Kazuma didn't know what time it was, since he didn't have a watch after all, so he looked at the position of the sun in the sky, and then replied, "Go to Kamakura now, it's already night, isn't it?"
"The sea at night is beautiful, especially on a sunny day." Xia Shu gave Kazuma a thumbs up.
Unexpectedly, Xia Shu looks like an uneducated big sister, but she is actually quite stylish.
He Ma smiled slightly and said, "Then you can stop by and do me a favor?"
"Huh?" Xia Shu frowned, as if aware that things were not simple.
At this time, Kobayakawa said: "Then let's stop first, and you can talk about it carefully."
"Hey!" Xia Shu yelled, "We finally took turns! This guy is a trouble maker! As soon as he said this, I smelled a super troublesome smell!"
Before the words fell, Kobayakawa had already driven the car into the area for people to turn around on the side of the road, and stopped.
Xia Shu sighed: "Oh, well, boy, tell me what you want to do."
**
An hour later, Xia Shu and Kobayakawa drove Kazuma away from the more prosperous coast, and drove onto the seaside road where there are relatively few people.
The bicycle that Amao lent to Hema was tied with a rope above the trunk of the car, which looked like a burden on the car.
"Is this really still in Tokyo Bay?" Kazuma couldn't help asking, looking at the scenery outside the window.
Natsuki: "Of course it is. Maybe one day the entire shore of Tokyo Bay will be very prosperous, but not today. From here to the coast of Yokohama, it is relatively rural."
Kobayakawa interjected: "The development plan of the sub-capital is to make use of these coasts. You can see the construction site for the first phase of reclamation ahead, and you can see the ruins of the Odaiba fort."
Hema said "oh", and suddenly saw a lonely shop standing there by the side of the road, and asked quickly, "There is still a ramen shop here? Where are the customers?"
"There is a base of the Metropolitan Police Mobile Brigade nearby, and the main customers should be the people there." Kobayakawa paused, "Before the war, it was said that the Navy's test flight field was also here, and from time to time you would see aircraft being pulled from the factory to the test field. Bullock cart."
He Ma wondered if he should be surprised here.
After all, this is probably unimaginable for modern Japanese.
But Kazuma is not a modern Japanese, but a future Chinese, and he has heard of these things in his previous life. At that time, military enthusiasts called old Japan "poor imperialism".
Kobayakawa glanced at Kazuma through the rearview mirror, and said in surprise, "You don't seem surprised at all."
"I'm a university student in Dongdong." He Ma brought up the reason, "I knew what you said when I was reviewing for the exam."
"So that's how it is, the University of Tokyo is so good." Kobayakawa said with a smile.
Xia Shu: "They are different from us. Even if you come to become a policeman, you will start directly at the police department. After nine months at the grassroots level, you will be in the police department. If you take the special examination route, you can still wear a gold watch."
He Ma smiled slightly, and did not express any further opinions on the future that Xia Shu helped him plan.
Kobayakawa brought the topic back: "In short, the kind of hidden place Kiryu-kun is looking for should be on this section of the coast. Unless there is someone to take care of the bustling port area, there is no way to hide people."
"But this place is far away from the bridge where that guy fell into the water." Xia Shu took the words seriously, "I don't think he can swim so far, even with the current. Humans can't do it. After all How can you conclude that he is not dead?"
He Ma raised his hand and pointed to his temple: "Intuition."
"Are you a woman? You are intuitive all day long!" Xia Shu complained unceremoniously.
Kobayakawa continued to drive the car steadily.
**
When the sun was setting, Kobayakawa parked the car beside the railing of the breakwater.
He Ma asked: "What's the matter? Don't continue to drive?"
Kobayakawa: "The US military base is in front, so he can't hide in the US military base, right?"
He Ma frowned, opened the door and got out of the car, looking into the distance.
When approaching Yokohama, the shore began to become bustling again, and the US military base was already brightly lit before nightfall.
With his own eyesight, Kazuma could see the lights on the aircraft carrier parked in the base.
Aramaki told Kazuma that what he met this time was probably a super soldier created by the KGB's psychological plan.
People from the KGB... shouldn't run into the US military base, right? Although the theory of black under the lamp has its truth, but... no one will really implement it like this
After thinking about it with Ma, I think it's better to use a telescope or something to be on the safe side. What if I happen to see a building suitable for hiding
He turned to Xia Shu and said, "Can you lend me a telescope or something?"
"We do have binoculars, but I still advise you not to do it." Xia Shu said and pouted to the side.
He Ma turned his head and saw an RV parked on the shore in the distance.
"Maybe it's just an ordinary RV to watch the sunset?" He Ma said.
"Yes, there is a possibility, but it may also be a gongan or even a CIA car. The US aircraft carrier that has been wandering in the Indian Ocean to support Afghanistan recently has a home port in Yokohama." Xia Shu said.
He Ma: "You know the international situation quite well?"
"I'm a tomboy." Xia Shu said as he raised his hand and brushed his short hair, his flamboyant chest muscles trembled with this movement.
After thinking about it with Ma, he could only be speechless: "Okay...then trouble you two and send me home."
Xia Shu smiled slightly, turned around and quickly took off the bicycle tied to the trunk of the car, and put it in front of Kazuma.
"Sorry, we're going to Kamakura to see the sea at night, so it's a good way to go from here, you can do your best, boy!"
He Ma held the handlebar of the bicycle: "This... so far away!"
"Don't worry, don't worry, we will notify our friends by radio, go to your house and tell your sister in advance that you are fine!"
Xia Shu got into the car while talking.
Kobayakawa took out the bento and barley tea given by Chiyoko from the back seat and put them in the basket of the bicycle, turned around and got in the car, fastened the seat belt, and started the car.
Xia Shu waved to He Ma: "Bye bye."
The police car that was used for private use just galloped away, leaving the horse and the horse pushing the bicycle in a mess.
However, He Ma thought to himself that it would not be a loss if the two elder sisters invited me to a meal at noon.
He set up his bicycle, sat down on the railing of the anti-wave, opened the bento box that had never been touched, and began to eat while looking at the sea with barley tea.
**
Yamada suddenly heard a radio call: "Hey, Junsuke, are you listening? Please go to the Kiryu Dojo and tell his sister that Tongyu is being placed near Yokohama by us now, and he has to ride home."
Yamada was so excited that he almost broke the lead of the pencil. He immediately turned up the volume of the radio and listened with bated breath.
"Natsuki? I'm listening. The Kiryu and Ma you mentioned, is that Kiryu?"
"That's right, that's Kiryu. Do you know where his dojo is?"
Yamada is ready, write down the address of the Kiryu dojo, tomorrow can - no, after the injury is healed, you can go to a showdown with him.
However, the voice of "Junjie" came from the radio: "I know. I'm a traffic policeman, and I know this kind of thing well. I'll just drop by and talk about it after get off work."
"Then please!"
"You go to the beach and have fun."
"Oh! By the way, do you want me to help you take a photo of Kobayakawa's swimsuit with Polaroid... Oh, oh, oh, please drive carefully!"
After speaking, the radio was cut off.
Yamada hurriedly adjusted the radio, but he couldn't find the next conversation, and it seemed that the communication was indeed over.
He knocked hard on the table.
But then he thought of another thing: Kiryu and Ma are near Yokohama now!
Why
Suddenly, Yamada shuddered, with a layer of cold sweat on his back.
Kiryu and Ma are looking for me.
He knows I'm not dead.
But it looks like he didn't get back up from Japanese police and gongan, just acted alone.
This guy is really dangerous! Very dangerous!
Whether he enters the police or enters the gongan in the future, he will be a huge threat to KGB's activities in Tokyo!
At this moment, in addition to the desire to get back the place, Yamada has a second motivation in his heart to kill Kiryu and Ma.
The implanted loyalty is burning hotly.
He stood up, quickly armed himself, and then walked to the door of the safe house, looking out through the periscope.
A real agent doesn't expose himself by being rash.
Immediately afterwards, Yamada frowned.
There are patrol boats disguised as fishing boats on the sea, and there are US military sentry posts and military dogs on the nearby road.
-what happened
—Is there any major action at the US military base
Although Yamada was very eager to rush out of the safe house and look for Kiryu Kazuma who was still near Yokohama, but reason suppressed his impulse.
First of all, Yokohama is also very big, and there is only information like "he is in Yokohama", so finding someone is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
Secondly, if you go out rashly now, you will be caught by the US military before you can find someone.
He gritted his teeth and gave up his plan to leave the safe house, and focused on observing the situation outside through the periscope.
**
At this time, in the US military base, Colonel Hawke was instructing the US military to move the Stinger missile from the C130 that had just landed into a civilian container.
Yasuda, the captain of the ocean-going container ship Shancha Maru, was standing beside the colonel cautiously.
Generally, the captain of the loading and unloading of the cargo ship does not care about it. The captain has a relatively detached position on the ship. He will only take over the ship when entering or leaving the port or in an emergency. The daily affairs are all managed by the first, second and third officers.
Now the captain came to pick up the cargo himself, which in itself showed that this shipment was extraordinary.
After the container door was closed, American soldiers began to spray the company logo of "Matsushang Electric" on the outside of the container.
Colonel Hawke turned around and handed the handover sheet with "Small Appliances" written on it to Captain Yasuda: "There are a total of 100 Stinger missiles, which are enough to wipe out the Hind helicopters of a paratrooper brigade of the Soviet Army. If anything goes wrong, Captain Yasuda, You know the consequences, right?"
Captain Yasuda wiped the sweat from his forehead and responded in broken English: "Yes. I know."
"Relax. The Soviet Navy can't cross the Tsushima Strait. You are safe all the way, as long as you drive to the designated port to unload." Colonel Hawke patted Captain Yasuda on the shoulder, "By the way, I said it last time things…”
"Oh, I know, the company asked me to pass this on to you. Thank you very much for choosing our company's ship." Captain Yasuda took out a thick kraft paper package, "This is the best tobacco!"
Colonel Hawke smiled: "Well, I like Japanese 'tobacco'."
As he spoke, he took out a new Cuban cigar from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and then took the "tobacco".
Captain Yasuda bowed to Colonel Hawke, then trotted onto the co-pilot of the container truck that had already been loaded.
Colonel Hawke gestured to the adjutant beside him.
The adjutant ordered in English: "Open the door."
So on the way to the gate of the base, several railings were raised at the same time, and the sentries stepped back a few steps to make way.
The container truck turned on its headlights and its engine roared.
In the distance, another C130 slowly landed at the end of the runway with its night lights flashing.
**
Also this evening, Minato.
"Your mother, Koreans are so late? (Damn, why are these Koreans so late)" the co-pilot complained in Cantonese on the Buick parked in the transshipment yard between the containers.
The person in the back seat was smoking a cigarette calmly, and he didn't seem in a hurry. He rolled his eyes at the co-pilot and said in Japanese: "Speak Japanese. How many times have I said it? Do as the Romans do."
Next to the Buick, there were several cars parked.
However, the people in the other cars had already got off, carrying AKs to guard their surroundings.
Yes, carrying an AK.
After all, the opponent is also armed with heavy firepower, so he has to be careful.
Parked in the back of the van, also mounted a machine gun.
Suddenly, a flashlight flashed on a nearby tower crane.
The bearded guy who had been watching the tower crane saw the flashing light and immediately knocked on the window of the Buick, saying in Japanese: "Brother, the Koreans are here."
The man in the car nodded and continued smoking his cigarette.
Then five cars appeared one after another at the other end of the transfer yard.
The people in the Buick made a gesture, and all the cars here turned on their high beams at the same time, and the modified headlights immediately illuminated the entire transfer yard as if it were daytime.
The Korean convoy stopped more than ten meters away, and a large group of people got out of the car at the same time, and then set up the long guns in their hands.
Qiu Dongwan, wearing toad glasses, got out of the car and shouted at the Buick: "Hey, Mr. Zhang, don't you need to do this?"
The man in the backseat of the Buick took his last puff of cigarette, then pressed it out in the palm of the bearded outstretched hand.
Then he opened the door and got out of the car.
"Mr. Qiu, we got some not-so-good information." "Mr. Zhang" said in Japanese.
"I guess, the information means that our Zhenquan Association is colluding with the Kanto United in Japan, and wants to catch you all here, right? Actually, we have also received similar information."
"Mr. Zhang" laughed and said in a teasing tone: "Then tell me, could it be the Kanto United that wants to kill us together?"
Qiu Dongwan laughed loudly: "Then they are too ignorant of themselves!"
The moment the voice fell, the observation post on the tower crane behind Mr. Zhang opened fire.
Qiu Dongwan immediately fell to the side, obviously he is very familiar with how to deal with snipers.
Some Koreans shouted: "Axi, it's an ambush!"
"Wait a minute! Don't shoot, I wasn't beaten!" Qiu Dongwan shouted loudly, but it was over, and the person who had just shouted started shooting at Mr. Zhang.
But Mr. Zhang ran back quickly, jumped onto the front of the Buick, slid all the way over the engine cover, and hid on the other side of the engine.
Even Kalashnikov couldn't penetrate the engine and threaten Mr. Zhang behind.
One shot by the bearded man here, the Korean who fired was headshot.
"Stop!" Mr. Zhang stopped loudly, "It's a misunderstanding! Use the radio to ask why the tower crane fired!"
As soon as the voice fell, a large group of people waving steel pipes rushed out from all directions.
On the Korean side, Qiu Dongwan was also trying to stop the fight back. Seeing this scene, he shouted: "Mr. Zhang, you better have a reason that I can accept!"
His men opened fire again, strafing the barrel-wielding fellow charging forward.
On Mr. Zhang's side, the bearded man turned his gun and was about to hit him. Mr. Zhang jumped out from the back of the car and held down his weapon: "Are you stupid? How can Ji Dao Knives be so inconsistent in clothes? Just because of their entanglement, Are you still not familiar with it? There is a problem! Throw a shock bomb and withdraw!"
As soon as the voice fell, the first wave of shock bombs was thrown out.
Fushou helped everyone rush into the car amidst the sound and light effects of shock bombs.
But the fastest enemy has already arrived.
The next moment, this group of people was neatly put down by the butt of the gun.
The Fushou gang's car hadn't turned off at all, and it started quickly at this time. The Buick, which had a lot of bullet holes in the engine, rushed to the scheduled retreat first.
The other cars followed one after another, and the van was the last to push the line.
Originally, the gunmen in the van opened the side doors and were about to shoot. When Brother Zhang yelled, the gunmen closed the door again.
The sniper on the tower crane hangs down with a rope, lands firmly on the roof of the van, and then presses the release button to release the rope.
The convoy fled away in the dust, and the zombie-like crowd waving steel pipes chased in vain.
The Koreans were still shooting and besieging the enemy. Some gunmen saw that the Fushou gang had run away and wanted to turn their guns, but Qiu Dongwan held them down.
"If the operation fails, we will also withdraw." Qiu Dongwan said.
So the Koreans suppressed the guys who were besieging their side with firepower, got into the car, and began to retreat.
In the car, Xing Jishang, who was driving, asked Qiu Dongwan in the back seat: "Is this a failure?"
"Hmph." Qiu Dongwan sneered, "Of course not. I didn't expect that the Fushou Gang didn't open fire on the crowd. Everything else is planned. Is your anti-tank mine still there?"
Xing Jishang frowned: "It's still there, why, want to murder Mr. Zhang?"
"How could it be successful? The Japanese blow so loudly, we will trust them this time."
Xing Jishang curled his lips and said, "If we cooperated with these... er, the living dead, and opened fire on the Fushou Gang, we might have succeeded."
"Yes, but we will also suffer heavy losses from the double strikes of machine guns and snipers. However, if I died in the exchange of fire just now, you will probably be very happy?" Qiu Dongwan said without concealment, while using sharp He stared at Xing Jishang's side face.
Xing Jishang: "It doesn't matter whether you are happy or not. We are all cogs serving a great goal. We don't need sorrow and joy."
He answered as if it were a standard "part" produced by Project 5971.
Qiu Dongwan sneered.
The convoy just drove out of the gate of the pier at this time.
Qiu Dongwan looked at an unremarkable car parked not far from the gate of the pier, and suddenly fell silent.
Xing Jishang broke the silence in the carriage and asked, "So, who should I blow up?"
"Zongwu Bai Feng, the president of Bai Fengfeng, and his son Bai Fengzhang." Qiu Dongwan said calmly, "And you have to be careful not to blow up Bai Feng Yuyin, the young master of Bai Fengfeng."
"Why?" Xing Jishang asked suspiciously.
"How do I know. The Japanese say that as long as we do this, they can kill Mr. Zhang and his backbone, so let's just believe them. At least the role of these living dead today looks similar to what they described, then Trust them again."
At the same time as the voice fell, sirens sounded in the distance.
The detectives of Section 4 of the Metropolitan Police Department, as usual, came out to clean up the mess after the Yakuza had almost finished fighting, and went back to receive the reward with the head of the dead Yakuza, like a group of vultures.