Chapter 325: Rush to the scene

'What's going on?'

'Who are they?'

Takeo Kishida was very surprised.

Why was there gunfire in the hotel? Who fired the shots?

Hagah!

Who the hell is it?

How dare they do this under his nose...

Hagah!

Zhang Yong's speculation was correct.

Takeo Kishida was indeed on the third floor of the Xinxing Hotel in Manchuria.

He was accompanied by a dozen other Japanese. One of them was Moriguchi Muta, the head of the Nan'an secret service.

Facing the gunshots, Moriguchi Muta remained remarkably calm.

He had nothing to fear.

Because he had enough power in his hands.

Even if the Chinese attacked in secret, he was still capable of dealing with them.

In fact, he was worried that the Chinese would not come.

He had already prepared a backup plan. As long as the Chinese dared to come, they would fall into his trap.

'Your Excellency!'

A Japanese man hurried over.

Takeshi Kishida frowned.

'What's going on?'

'Sir, the Chinese are attacking.'

'What Chinese?'

'It seems to be the Fuxing Society. Or maybe Liu Heizi...'

'Baka!'

Takeshi Kishida was furious.

What Liu Heizi! It's that son of a bitch Zhang Yong!

So it was him!

No wonder he was so arrogant!

Baka!

This time he must be dealt with!

'Fight back!'

'Fight back!'

Takeshi Kishida yelled furiously.

The Japanese man hesitated for a moment. But in the end, he bowed his head and said, 'Yes!' Then he hurriedly turned around and left.

Takeshi Kishida felt a little uneasy at the Japanese man's response.

Could it be that the Chinese were coming in a fierce manner?

'Moriguchi-kun...' Takeshi Kishida paused.

The Kusaka Agency is best at assassinations. It is also best at combat. As the head of the Kusaka Agency's secret service, Moriguchi Muta is also from the military and prides himself on being the best fighter among the colonels.

The Kirisaka Agency is not good at combat. Faced with Zhang Yong's attack, it will definitely be overwhelmed. At this time, we must rely on the Kusaka Agency.

'It's Zhang Yong coming,' said Kishida Takeo slowly.

He didn't want to admit that this name had already caused him tremendous psychological pressure.

However, that was the truth. The Kiri Agency had been torn to pieces by this Zhang Yong. It had not been able to put itself back together again.

'Don't panic, Kishida,' Moriguchi said coldly.

The Chinese invaders were not to be feared.

The Kusunoki Agency was not there just for show. They had been prepared for this.

On the third floor, there were several masters of the Kusunoki Agency. As long as they guarded the stairwell, the Chinese would never be able to attack.

In addition, there are some soldiers and policemen from Manchukuo on the second floor. They...

'Boom!'

Suddenly, an explosion was heard.

Moriguchi Muta's face suddenly changed. He couldn't help but feel nervous.

Damn the Chinese!

They actually used grenades?

Hagah!

The Chinese don't respect military ethics!

"Boom!'

Another explosion was heard.

It was indeed the sound of a grenade exploding.

It was Zhongyang throwing a grenade from behind.

'Continue!'

Zhang Yong calmly waves his hand.

There are many enemies above the second floor. We must kill a wave before we can talk about anything else.

How can we tell?

Because the map shows that many small white dots have moved to the vicinity of the stairwell.

These are the enemies.

If they weren't enemies, they wouldn't be hiding on the sides. They would just be hiding far away. Or hiding inside the room.

Therefore, the white dots that are 'charging up' can be determined to be traitors from the puppet state of Manchukuo. Among them are also Japanese, which further proves this point.

'Boom!'

'Boom!'

Continue to use grenades to storm the building.

Several people take turns throwing grenades at the top. The aim is to catch them off guard.

'Baka!'

Takeo Kishida feels uneasy.

The Chinese are coming in a fierce manner, and he is worried that something will happen.

No.

He must call for support immediately.

The Japanese have a large presence in Hongkou. They can be deployed at any time.

He immediately picks up the phone.

Fortunately, the hotel's telephone line has not been cut.

Moriguchi Muta: ...

hesitates.

He feels ashamed to ask for support.

There are so many Japanese at the New Manchuria Hotel, and he has to ask for emergency tactical guidance?

Hagah!

Shameful!

However, he ultimately does not stop.

It is mainly the name Zhang Yong. It really makes him a little uneasy.

This son of a bitch has some really weird skills. The last Japanese person on Uranus also died at his hands.

Afterwards, Moriguchi also went to the scene at the brick factory near Zhenjiang.

He couldn't understand it. Why were all his men killed. Not a single one escaped.

What's more, there were no Chinese casualties.

Why were the Japanese so defenceless in such complicated terrain?

He couldn't figure it out!

It made him a little paranoid.

He thought Zhang Yong had some strange power like Sharingan.

For this reason, he secretly got an amulet from the demon sword Muramasa. He hoped that the demon sword Muramasa could suppress Sharingan.

'What the...?'

Over there, Takeo Kishida had already started to make a phone call.

Of course, he wasn't calling Toihara. He would be scolded for that. He was calling Takeo Imai.

'What?'

'The Fuxing Society attacked you?'

'Hagya!'

On hearing the news, Takeo Imai was also very surprised.

This, he really did not expect. It seems that there are also experts among the Chinese!

The counterattack was very fierce. Very effective.

It immediately drew the Japanese's attention to the New Manchuria Hotel.

Turning passivity into initiative.

'I'll make arrangements immediately,' Takeo Imai moved quickly.

There were plenty of people in the Japanese-occupied area of Hongkou.

And there were also weapons.

The only restriction was that they could not wear military uniforms.

This was a requirement when the agreement was signed. The Japanese side could not appear in uniform in the city either.

If they were discovered by the Chinese, it would not matter. The main thing was that there were many British and Americans. If those foreigners took photos, they would have to go to the League of Nations and complain.

If the Ministry of Foreign Affairs asked questions, the military could not explain, and someone would definitely have to take the blame.

Therefore, only plainclothes support could be sent.

Kishida Takeo hung up the phone. He turned to Moriguchi Muta and said, 'Miyamoto will lead the team.'

'Good!' Moriguchi Muta's expression did not change. But deep down, he still felt much more relaxed.

Since it was Miyamoto who was going to provide reinforcements, the Chinese would be fine. As long as they could hold off for about 40 minutes, the reinforcements would arrive.

By then, with the Chinese surrounded from the inside and outside, they could teach the Chinese a profound lesson.

What about the Fuxing Society! What about Dai Li!

They are all childish nonsense!

When it comes to fighting, the Rensheng Society knows nothing! Today, we will teach them a good lesson!

...

'Achoo!'

'Achoo!'

The director sneezes repeatedly.

...

'Boom!'

'Boom!'

The battle continues at the top of the stairs.

Zhang Yong is closely monitoring the map from behind. He notices that the red dots are converging on the third floor.

At the same time, there were also a large number of small white dots, reinforcing the third floor.

It seems that the Japanese invaders are preparing to defend the third floor to the death.

Judging from the third floor, there really is someone important there. Unfortunately,

I didn't bring an explosive pack. Otherwise, I would have blown the entire hotel up...

'Go!'

'Go!'

After a series of explosions, the stairwell finally opened.

Wu Liuji used a Thompson submachine gun to clear a path and was the first to rush up. He found that all the enemies had been killed or injured by the explosions. They were all lying on the ground.

The whole stairwell area was in a mess. Bodies were lying all over the place.

'Go!'

'Go!'

The attack on the third floor continued.

Suddenly, something was thrown down from above.

'Grenade!'

'Get down!'

Zhong Yang shouted.

Everyone hurried to take cover. However, it was too late.

'Boom...'

The grenade exploded. Someone was injured.

Wu Liuqi was also blown to the side by the blast. His fate was unknown.

Several people were blown away at the same time. Their fates were unknown.

'Get out of the way!'

'I'll go!'

Kou Xingde's eyes suddenly turned red.

Damn it, the Japanese are so arrogant, aren't they? I...

'Retreat!'

'What?'

'Retreat!'

Zhang Yong grabbed Kou Xingde by the arm.

They couldn't continue fighting. The Japanese had already amassed a large number of troops on the third floor.

The enemy was already on high alert.

If we continue fighting, it will no longer be a sneak attack. It will become an assault.

And an assault will inevitably result in heavy casualties. It's not worth it.

'Retreat!'

'Damn it...'

Kou Xingde was still unwilling to accept defeat. He was still full of fight.

He couldn't see what was going on upstairs. He felt that he could still give it one more go.

'There are 17 Japanese soldiers on the third floor,'

'and more than 30 traitors from the puppet Manchukuo,'

Zhang Yong explained.

Kou Xingde gradually calmed down.

So many enemies?

That's indeed a problem.

It will definitely require a fierce battle to resolve.

The so-called fierce battle is actually a life for a life exchange. One life for one life. It depends on who has more people. Who can hold out until the end.

'Let's retreat!'

'Wait for the Japanese invaders to come out in pursuit.'

'Then we'll kill them in a counterattack!'

Zhang Yong continued.

Kou Xingde's eyes lit up.

Not bad.

This is a good tactic.

Wait for the Japanese invaders to come out in pursuit, and immediately launch a counterattack.

Damn it, the battle isn't over yet! We're just fighting in a more advantageous place!

'Retreat!'

'Retreat!'

An order to retreat was given immediately.

The others had already carried the wounded and quickly evacuated.

Zhang Yong took Zhong Yang by the hand.

'How are the brothers doing?'

'They're all injured. No serious injuries. They can be saved.'

'Take them to the hospital immediately.'

'Understood!'

The group quickly evacuated.

Sure enough, the enemy came down to check out the third floor.

When they found that the Fuxing Society had retreated, more than ten people really did come after them.

'Da da da...'

'Da da da...'

As a result, as soon as they reached the lobby, they were covered in a hail of bullets.

The Fuxing Society agents who had been lying in ambush on both sides caught them in the act.

Zhang Yong was also among those firing.

There was no risk at all in shooting back. Of course he wasn't afraid. It was just a bit of fun. A chance to show off.

'Da da da...'

'Da da da...'

He emptied one magazine. Quickly switched to the other.

By now, the five Japanese soldiers who had rushed down from above, along with the thirteen Manchurian collaborators, were all dead.

Serves you right!

Bah!

I told you to chase them!

Keep chasing!

Get up and chase!

He waved his hand, ordering the others to retreat. He went to the front desk himself.

There were three waitresses at the front desk. They were not old. You could call them young girls. Young. And pretty. They were all quite attractive.

They were completely numb from the fierce battle. They crouched on the ground and didn't move.

'Hey, get up!'

'Get up! Get up!'

Zhang Yong patted the counter. As a result, the three young girls didn't respond.

They were all terrified. They thought they were about to die. They didn't dare look up. How could they know that Zhang Yong was coming over?

There was nothing Zhang Yong could do but walk in and pick up one of the little girls.

The little girl looked at him with a pale face, weak and unable to even speak. She had forgotten to beg for mercy.

It seemed like begging for mercy would be useless?

They were all fierce and evil guys. They came in and started killing.

'I want to leave a message.'

'...'

'I want to leave a message.'

'...'

Zhang Yong repeated it twice. In the end, the little girl still didn't respond.

There was nothing Zhang Yong could do but take out a silver dollar and wave it in front of her eyes. Her eyes began to move again. Then he went to find the guestbook.

Sweat. It seems that the power of silver dollars is still effective. It can quickly restore a person's senses.

He handed the silver dollar to the little girl, took the pencil, and the guestbook. He wrote a message on it. He signed it with Liu Heizi's name. Then he put it in an envelope.

Who should he leave it to?

Takeo Kishida?

I don't know if he's here or not.

Forget it, I'll just give it to Toihara. Isn't he in Songhu?

So he wrote the name Toihara Kenji on the envelope. He saw a red pen next to him. Perfect. He picked it up and drew a big X over Toihara Kenji's name.

Hmph, this is a warning.

It also shows his fate. He will end up being hanged.

Done.

Reach out and touch the little girl's face, then leave.

She's quite pretty. I'll come back and chat with her sometime.

I have to hurry.

There's another battle coming.