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Chapter 53: Firefight

Zhang Yong is very nervous.

Is there anyone else in the Steampunk?

Who is in there?

Is it Wang Defa? How did he escape?

They are facing off.

Time is passing by.

They are in a rather remote place, with almost no one around.

The silence is making the tension rise.

'Bang!'

Zhang Yong fires again.

He aims to blow out the front two wheels first.

In case the other person drives crazily and charges upwards, he could be in danger.

Better to be safe than sorry.

But there is no approach. The distance remains at ten metres.

From this distance, he can hit the target accurately. At the same time, he hopes that the other person's marksmanship is worse than his.

Well, let's hope for the best...

Suddenly, the window slowly lowers. Zhang Yong's hand on the trigger is trembling.

If anything goes wrong, he will keep firing until he kills the other person.

This is the legendary emptying of the magazine.

As the window slowly lowered, a face appeared.

There was only one person.

No one else.

Zhang Yong let out a small sigh of relief.

This kind of arrest is the last thing he wants to see. He doesn't want to face the enemy alone.

Especially an enemy who is desperate.

However, he has no choice but to confront him suddenly.

The other person obviously wants to run away.

If he runs, he may not come back.

He must be caught!

He held the gun in both hands and moved slowly.

He was perpendicular to Steponk. This made it easier to see what was going on in the car.

There was indeed only one person. But Zhang Yong didn't recognise him.

Could it be Wang Defa?

The other person slowly opened the car door.

Zhang Yong finally got a good look. The other person didn't have a gun in his hand.

That was good. No gun.

But there were a lot of miscellaneous items in the car. And there were also many cloth bags.

What were they? Not sure.

'Get out of the car!'

Zhang Yong shouted.

The other person was still in the car, so there was still a chance of resistance.

But if they got out, there would definitely be none. He was confident that he could shoot the other person dead if they resisted.

'Don't shoot...'

The target raised their hands. They got out of the car slowly.

They seemed to be very cooperative. They were nothing like the legendary Japanese spy.

'I'll give you everything...'

'Let me go...'

'I have a lot of US dollars and gold bars in my car...'

'Bang!'

The gun went off.

Zhang Yong shot without hesitation.

Dollars?

Gold bars?

Sorry. You shouldn't have tempted me with that. Really.

I was going to let you live. But, alas.

'You...'

The target couldn't believe it.

He never expected Zhang Yong to shoot straight away.

No...

I'm Japanese...

I'm a spy...

Shouldn't you catch me alive? Why shoot...

No sportsmanship...

He desperately tried to speak, but unfortunately, there was no chance.

He was limp and paralyzed on the ground.

'Bang!'

Zhang Yong stepped forward to check. A supplementary shot at close range.

A supplementary shot to the left and right chest. He was convinced that he was dead.

Only then did he quickly approach the car. He peeked in. Good stuff. There were really US dollars. There were gold bars.

Without thinking, he immediately grabbed them and put them all in his pocket.

This is floating wealth. There is no evidence to prove otherwise. I might as well take it. After all, I have become rich enough from the sugar factory, I don't need this.

Continue to look through the other things...

Found a code book. It's all in Japanese. OK, the evidence is overwhelming. This guy is a Japanese spy. But no radio was found.

Frown.

How come there is no radio?

Could it be in the boot of the car?

Never mind that. Keep looking. Anything valuable and small, take it for yourself...

I even found two boxes of ammunition. Both for Browning M1935 pistols. How strange. There are bullets. But no pistols. What's going on? Without thinking, I put them in my pocket.

And then I found five grenades. All Japanese-style melon grenades. Good stuff. I hid them all.

Suddenly I heard footsteps behind me. I hurriedly turned around.

Someone was coming.

Something is wrong.

They are not his own people. They are from the Party Investigation Department.

They are brandishing their pistols and charging up menacingly. They have obviously been attracted by the sound of gunfire.

Bastards!

They are chasing so fast! And they have even chased here! They really think they are Red Party members!

Without thinking, he immediately fires his gun.

'Bang!'

He fires several shots in quick succession.

The two agents in the front fall to the ground. The others quickly avoid the bullets.

'Bang!'

The other agents fired.

Zhang Yong quickly got down on the ground.

The bullets whizzed past his head. He was completely suppressed.

He groaned inwardly.

Damn, when will the reinforcements arrive?

Hurry up!

If I'm late, I'll die for my country...

He saw what might be Wang Defa's body in the corner and breathed a sigh of relief.

This pot, the Party Affairs Investigation Department must take the blame.

It was precisely because the Party Affairs Investigation Office suddenly appeared that he had to kill Wang Defa.

Who knows if the other party is trying to seize the person in charge?

The excuse is perfect.

Li Boqi will definitely blame the entire mess on the Party Affairs Investigation Office. The other superiors will do the same. This is standard operating procedure.

'Go!'

I heard someone shouting.

I looked up quietly. I realised it was Ye Wansheng.

Damn, this guy, I didn't blow him up last time. What a loss. What a crappy grenade. It can't even kill a person. Really.

'It's you!'

Ye Wansheng also spotted Zhang Yong.

His eyes suddenly became sinister. Without saying a word, he ordered an attack.

Zhang Yong?

Kill!

Ye Wansheng would never show mercy when he caught a lone member of the Li Xing Club!

'Bang!'

The gunfire continued.

The secret agents from the Party Affairs Investigation Office tried to close in.

Zhang Yong secretly groaned.

Damn, this time I might really be dead.

I was rash...

I can't accept this!

I haven't even spent the money I embezzled...

I've never experienced the pleasures of life, the luxury of money.

I haven't even experienced the glamour of the city that never sleeps.

I looked around, preparing to run.

'Bang!'

Bullets whizzing past. Danger is everywhere. It's a precarious situation.

He was also firing wildly in the direction of the outside. Fortunately, there were plenty of bullets in the space with him. He could just make them up.

Ahhh, I don't want to.

He repeatedly told himself that in the future, when going out, he must do two things:

First, there must be more people.

Second, there must be more guns.

He would never make the same mistake twice...

'Trying to run?'

'Chase!'

Ye Wansheng gave a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

How could he let Zhang Yong escape? Unless he could fly!

'Boom!'

Suddenly, there was a loud noise.

It sounded like a grenade had exploded. Everyone was taken by surprise.

Damn it!

What was that?

It turned out that Zhang Yong had thrown a grenade.

He only had one gun, so of course he couldn't fight so many enemies. He had no choice but to throw a grenade.

He didn't know if it had exploded or not. But the enemy's attack had been temporarily contained.

'Son of a bitch!'

'Attack!'

Ye Wansheng yelled in anger.

However, his secret agents were no longer as motivated.

After all, the other side had grenades. This thing is too dangerous. If you get hit, you will either die or be crippled.

'Boom!'

Sure enough, another loud noise came.

It turned out that a secret agent had really been hit. Flesh and blood flew everywhere. The scene was in complete disarray. The other secret agents hurriedly got down on the ground.

'Bastards...'

Ye Wansheng was furious.

He had never expected the other side to have so many grenades.

Damn it!

If he had known, they would have brought grenades too.

However, the Party Affairs Investigation Department rarely used weapons like grenades. They didn't even carry them normally.

What kind of grenades do you need to deal with the Red Party?

They all want to catch them alive, right?

'Da-da-da...'

Just then, there was a sudden burst of gunfire in the distance.

Zhang Yong suddenly felt happy. It was a Thompson submachine gun! It seemed like reinforcements had arrived.

But he didn't dare look up to observe. He was afraid of being hit by stray bullets.

The Thompson submachine gun used 11.43 mm bullets with a long range, and could kill at a distance of 300 metres. He didn't want to die so unjustly.

He saw in the corner of his eye that several secret agents had been hit by bullets from the side. It was a horrible death.

'Misunderstanding...'

Suddenly, someone screamed.

The sound stopped abruptly. I guess he was hit by a bullet.

Forget the misunderstanding!

What misunderstanding is there? You want to kill me, is that a misunderstanding?

Now the reinforcements from our Lixing Society are here, and we'll kill you all back. You call this a misunderstanding? Your mother marrying your father was a misunderstanding...

'Da-da-da...'

Sure enough, the gunfire didn't stop.

I wonder if it was Wei Yong or Cao Mengqi who came?

It's probably Cao Mengqi.

Only this guy can be so ruthless. He finally got the chance to kill the Party Affairs Investigation Department, so how could he let it go?

Sure enough, amidst the popping sound of gunfire, several more secret agents fell.

When it comes to fighting on the battlefield, the Li Xing Club is still superior. After all, there are so many military academy students and police academy students. They are all good at handling guns. They also brought a large number of Thompsons. This is heavy firepower.

'Retreat!'

Ye Wansheng was anxious and angry.

Son of a bitch!

The Li Xing Club came and started fighting right away! They even used heavy firepower!

This is too much!

It's that bastard Cao Mengqi again!

Cao Mengqi, armed with a Thompson submachine gun, swept through the area, showing no mercy. He killed anyone he saw.

The Party Investigation Department agents, armed only with handguns, were no match for the Thompson submachine gun. In terms of range and power, they were no match. They were just sitting ducks.

As soon as a secret agent showed his head, a burst of bullets instantly blew his head off. He died instantly.

Helpless, Ye Wansheng could only retreat in a hurry.

'Zhang Yong!'

Cao Mengqi's urgent shout came.

Zhang Yong then stepped forward. He raised his hands. To indicate that he was fine. He also felt his crotch. Indeed, he was fine.

The others gathered around.

Zhang Yong glanced around. Good guy, so many Thompsons.

Zhong Yang, Wu Liuqi, Wei Yong and the others all used Thompsons. There were more than ten of them. No wonder the firepower was so fierce.

He quietly summed up the experience and reminded himself:

Next time there's a firefight, I must bring enough Thompsons. This Chicago typewriter is really super fierce.

In terms of firepower, our Lixingshe is the ancestor of the Party Affairs Investigation Department!

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