The sun rose to Zhongtian, and two cars stopped at a noisy street corner. Five plainclothes assassins led by Lei Gang to a foreign hotel. According to reliable information, Fu Xiaoan will have a meal here at noon. The six people dispersed, two went to the nearby post office, one went to the phone booth, and one guarded the door of the hotel. Just now, Lei had seen the extreme nervousness of Eleven Shao in the rearview mirror, so he took him by his side. , Stepped forward to negotiate a price with a rickshaw driver.
A German car slowly stopped in front of the hotel. The four bodyguards got down first, and then the pseudo-mayor Fu Xiaoan, who was hated by the Chinese people, got out of the car. He straightened his tie and walked to the hotel entrance.
Lei Gang glanced at the other assassins who were ambushing around him, and several of them drew their guns at the same time, shooting at Fu Xiaoan. The waiter who was about to pick up the guests at the hotel was so scared that he returned to the hotel and closed the door. The street was suddenly messed up, and the cry was loud. The four bodyguards were quickly killed. Fu Xiaoan was cunning in the end. He pressed his injured right shoulder with one hand, struggling to get into the bulletproof car and locked the door tightly.
Where did the six assassins let go of the opportunity to assassinate him, and rushed forward. The assassins were about to start their hands when they heard a whistle sound from the street. It was a group of Japanese soldiers coming in a dump truck and shooting at this side with the 38 large cover from a distance. There were about ten Japanese soldiers in the team. The first leader was Sato Ichiro who captured Lei Gang at the airport that day. He saw Lei Gang who was "resurrected from the dead" and yelled and surrounded him. After a fierce battle between the two sides, three Japanese soldiers died, and six assassins died because of the protection of the crowd and obstacles. The other two assassins of the Military Statistics Bureau saw that the assassination was hopeless, so they withdrew.
At this time, the bullets of the Japanese soldiers roared towards Lei Gang. The Eleventh Young Master pushed Lei Gang away and shouted: "Run!" A bullet flew across his scalp. The blood drenched his eyes. Knowing that there was no way to survive, he was desperate to make a living, his head tilted, and he lay down in front of the car and pretended to be dead.
Lei Gang cried out in pain, "Brother!" Seeing that the Eleventh Young Master was clearly dead, he had to hold his head and ran to West Street desperately.
Sato Ichiro left two Japanese soldiers guarding the car, personally led the remaining Japanese soldiers to chase the assassins who fled, and disappeared on the street in a short while.
The eleventh young man closed his eyes and did not move. The two Japanese soldiers had a pair of eyes, and the bayonet poked a few times on the corpses of the two military assassins lying on the ground, and walked towards the eleventh master. The heart of the Eleventh Young Master was beating violently. This damned Japanese soldier was dead, and he had to poke his body. He knew they were making sure that the person was really dead. At this time, there were two choices at the time of the 11th. Either you could endure a few swords from the Japanese soldiers, and you might be able to endure it to survive; or you could draw your gun and shoot and kill the two Japanese soldiers. How to choose? In just a few seconds, the Eleventh Young Master remembered a lot: Lao Jiu, cousin, Zhou Lao...
When the Japanese soldier's bayonet stabbed, the eleventh master pulled the trigger. The Japanese soldiers poked two corpses just now, but now it is just a routine to check this corpse again, and the vigilance has long been relaxed. Therefore, they were caught off guard. The shot hit the belly of a Japanese soldier, blood splashed, and he fell down with a snorting sound. Another Japanese soldier hurriedly fired a shot, the head of the gun was inaccurate, and the shot flew over the scalp of the eleventh master. The Eleventh Young Master had practiced marksmanship with bird bludgeon when he was a young master, and then he threw another shot. The bullet roared into the Japanese soldier's forehead, his brain splashing everywhere.
The people running around fell silent for a while, and they all stopped to look over here. In the hotel, some guests looked through the glass windows. The eleventh young man did not stop doing two things, angered his guts, waved his gun and smashed the car window open, and pointed his gun in. This time they had lost so many brothers in the assassination, so Fu Xiaoan had to give out some blood to be worthy of the dead brothers. Fu Xiaoan's Three Souls lost two souls, opened the car door in panic, and stumbled outwards to flee.
"Ka—" The Eleventh Young Master fired a shot, but it was a boring shot. It turned out that all the bullets had been shot: Damn, is it going to let this big traitor go
Seeing Sato Ichiro leading a few Japanese soldiers running from a distance, the Eleventh Young Master knew that if he didn't do it now, there would be no chance in the future, but the bullet had already been shot, what should he do? With a flash of inspiration, he opened his robe, took out the machete, and quickly stepped forward, chasing Fu Xiaoan, who was running away in panic, and slashed down. Fu Xiaoan let out a miserable cry, and fell to the ground. The Eleventh Younger made a knife in his chest, and then ran to the crowded place with the knife.
The people who witnessed the killing of the traitor cheered, and they all huddled up to cover him to escape. Sato Ichiro kept firing in the crowd, screaming, but he didn't dare to actually shoot at the crowd for fear that it would arouse public anger. When the crowd on the street cleared, his sight had long since disappeared. Traces. Fu Xiao'an fell in a pool of blood, already dead, carrying the people's saliva and the rotten leaves of green vegetables that were thrown away.