Chapter 261: Assault

Xujiahui Road is very long. It is more than three li long.

There are residential buildings on both sides. They are of different styles. There are newly built luxury mansions and dilapidated private houses. There are also some commercial shops.

The number 28 sounds as if it starts at one end. In fact, it doesn't.

The numbering here is a bit confusing. Often, a single address is associated with a dozen or so houses.

If it were a later address, it would often be followed by a hyphen, to indicate that it was '28-something'. But there is no such thing here.

So even if you know it is 28 Xu Jia Hui Lu, you still need Zhou Wanzan's help to find the real target. Otherwise, it is simply impossible to find a dozen houses.

Most of the buildings in the concession were actually very chaotic. Except for a few main roads.

Xiahui Road, Mars South Road and other places were the residences of important people or the facade of the concession, so they appeared more formal.

'That's the one,'

'the one with a piece of ragged cloth hanging in the doorway,'

Zhou Wanchan pointed out in detail.

Zhang Yong looked carefully.

That wasn't a ragged cloth. Was it a Japanese-style name tag? It had the owner's surname on it.

Anyway, only the Japanese would hang something like that on the door. Basically, anyone with experience would know that this is a Japanese residence just by looking at it.

Zhou Wanchan definitely knows that. He just hates the Japanese, so he deliberately replaced it with a rag.

'Are you sure there are only Japanese inside?'

'Positive.'

'No.'

Zhang Yong shakes his head.

There are no Japanese inside. Because there are no red dots.

The map shows that there are indeed people inside the house. There are five of them. But they are all small white dots.

They could be Chinese. They definitely aren't Japanese.

'What's wrong?'

'There are no Japanese inside.'

'They're Japanese dressed as Chinese.'

'You went in and looked?'

'Yes. I went in and looked once. But you can't go in and look a second time. Otherwise, they'll recognise you.'

'I see.'

Zhang Yong said slowly.

Zhou Wancan must have made a mistake. There are no Japanese inside.

In fact, it's not surprising.

The Japanese and Chinese really don't look that different.

It seems that the Japanese spies he captured before could not be identified simply by appearance.

On the other hand, if you insist that a certain Chinese person is Japanese, it seems that the other party has no way to defend themselves.

Going in for a quick look and then insisting that the other person is Japanese is not very reliable.

Unless there is a system...

'Why don't you send someone in to scout around first?'

'No need.'

'But you don't know what's going on inside, do you?'

'I have clairvoyance.'

'What?'

'You'll see.'

Zhang Yong pretended to be mysterious.

Sometimes, being mysterious is very important.

It's like an ancient emperor, who must maintain a distance from the people.

If there is no distance, there will be no awe.

If someone is watching you eat and shit all day, how can they have awe for you?

Therefore, after ascending the throne, many emperors in ancient times would kill their ministers. In fact, sometimes, they knew a lot of embarrassing things...

'You guys, come here!'

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

He drew a simple map on the ground.

The system map clearly marked the structure of the building and the distribution of personnel.

With these hints, the battle was just a matter of following the map.

The only flaw was that it was impossible to tell whether the five people had guns in their hands.

'Three are on the first floor.'

'Two are on the second floor.'

'The stairs are in this position. Remember.'

Zhang Yong asked them to confirm it repeatedly.

Yang Zhi and the others all said that they had already remembered it completely.

This was a small-scale battle.

Having grasped the structure of the building and the location of the enemy, all that was left was to charge headlong.

For them, this kind of battle was actually very easy.

If you know yourself and your enemy, you will win every battle.

'If the enemy doesn't have a gun, we shouldn't shoot. So as not to alert the concession police.'

'If the enemy has a gun, then we should finish it quickly,'

Zhang Yong finally said.

It would be best not to fire. It would be too noisy.

But if the enemy has a gun and you still insist on not firing, that's not good. That's just looking for death for nothing.

Their weapons consisted of only five submachine guns. And two Browning pistols.

One of which was in Zhang Yong's own hands. It was obviously useless. He wasn't good at charging into battle. And no one else would let him do dangerous things like that.

So, his main role was to provide 'guidance'.

He constantly monitors enemy movements according to the changing situation.

It's true that the map has been upgraded and is much better. Especially the battle command.

Basically, he can keep track of all personnel in the vicinity.

Both allies and enemies.

Before, the map could only mark the Japanese positions, and there might be hidden Chinese.

Now, all personnel are marked. This allows for advance preparations. At the beginning of the battle, everyone will definitely be treated as the enemy. So as not to be attacked.

'No...'

Zhou Wanchan was about to speak, but stopped.

He was very puzzled. How did Zhang Yong know what was going on inside the house?

It was just a wild guess! How could he know the approximate location of each enemy?

He hadn't even entered the house to scout it out...

This is nonsense!

However, Zhang Yong would not explain.

Asking is the same as me having supernatural powers...

I'm cultivating immortality...

'Go!'

'Go!'

Yang Zhi waved his hand.

Qin Lishan was the first to go up and kicked open the door.

In fact, the door was ajar. It wasn't locked. After kicking open the door, several people quickly rushed in.

Zhang Yong followed behind. No gunshots were heard. It is estimated that there are no guns for the time being.

The sound of a fight came from inside. It seems that the enemy is resisting. But they were quickly subdued.

After all, there are many people in the Fuxing Society. There is definitely no problem fighting one against several.

The men were held down and then tied up.

Then they went up the stairs.

They fought again with the two enemies upstairs.

'Boom!'

'Clatter!'

Did a vase fall? Or was it a porcelain vase?

Anyway, there were all sorts of sounds, which seemed to indicate that many things had fallen. It seemed that the battle was very fierce.

Still, there were no gunshots.

Zhang Yong couldn't help but frown. Something was wrong. How come the enemy didn't have any guns?

If there were hidden weapons in there, the enemy wouldn't have failed to use them.

Especially the two enemies upstairs, they had plenty of time to get weapons. But they didn't. What did that mean?

A bad feeling crept up from the back of his mind.

Maybe Zhou Wanchan's intelligence was inaccurate.

Or maybe the situation had changed.

'I'll go in and take a look!' Zhou Wanchan also sensed that something was wrong.

There was no gunfire.

None of the enemies inside had even fired their guns?

The enemy couldn't be that stupid. Unless they didn't have any guns in their hands.

That was it.

Sure enough, after rushing in, he was dumbfounded.

No weapons were found.

There were no firearms. Not even a single bullet.

Every corner of the room had been searched. But there really were no weapons. Not even a dagger.

'Is that you?'

One of the enemies recognised Zhou Wancan.

Zhou Wancan raised his hand and slapped him.

'Zhou, what do you want?' However, the enemy was not afraid of him.

'Where are the weapons and ammunition you brought back the day before yesterday?' Zhou Wancan asked angrily.

'Zhou Wanchan, I knew you were coming for them. Haha,' the enemy laughed triumphantly, "but you're too late. We moved them last night.'

'What?" Zhou Wanchan's face suddenly turned pale.

They moved them last night?

Damn...

Too late.

'Who are they?' Zhang Yong asked casually.

'They're traitors from the Dagger Society,' Zhou Wanchan answered fiercely, 'they've defected to the Japanese. Working for the Japanese. Traitors. Sell-outs!'

'Oh.' Zhang Yong squatted thoughtfully and looked at the enemy, 'Where is Yan Ruzi?'

The enemy was actually quite strong. He was also the most difficult to deal with. Qin Lishan and the others had to make a great effort to subdue him.

In the course of the fight, Qin Lishan and Tong Luohan were both injured. Fortunately, they were all superficial wounds.

Of course, this strong man was also seriously injured. The most serious injury was caused by Yang Zhi, who smashed him with a Browning pistol.

At the time, the strongmen were fighting each other, and Yang Zhi was unable to intervene. Then suddenly he had the opportunity, so he smashed it. It wasn't really useful. A pistol can't kill someone.

The strongman looked at Zhang Yong, 'Who are you? What do you want with her?'

'Collecting interest,' Zhang Yong said lightly, 'She owes me a lot of money.'

'You must be joking!' the burly man sneered, 'If you want to kill us, just go ahead. If we even bat an eyelid...'

He didn't finish his sentence, as suddenly there was a loud scream.

But it was from the crotch of the man, who had received a heavy kick from Zhang Yong. A kick that showed no mercy. A kick that would leave no offspring.

A cruel kick. A vicious kick. A cold kick. A ruthless kick. A despicable kick. A shameless kick.

The kick sent the opponent tumbling to the ground, sweating profusely. It was better to be dead than to live like this. But he was not unconscious.

'Where is Yan Ruzi?'

Zhang Yong asked the second enemy.

The enemy was pale, with a mixture of fear and despair.

The screams coming from the side made his heart tremble. He couldn't help but tighten his legs. However, he also knew it was useless.

If the other party...

Zhang Yong lifted his leg.

'I'll talk!'

'I'll talk!'

'She's on Avenue de Friedland!'

'She's on Avenue de Friedland!'