Chapter 440: Since you're here,

Night, Baolin Temple.

Pitch black. Lonely.

Zhang Yong observes carefully through his binoculars.

He is not inside Baolin Temple, but is lying in wait outside. Ready to make an arrest.

Arrest who?

Anyone who comes to the door in the middle of the night.

Anyone who enters Baolin Temple is a suspect.

Will Wang Zhulin show up?

I don't think so. He probably won't come out at night...

Suddenly, a few white spots appear.

It looks like they're coming in a car. They split into two cars. There are six people in total.

After arriving at Baolin Temple, they park the car and hurry up to go up. They knock on the door. Yu Le wakes up inside and opens the door.

'No good!'

'There's an ambush!'

The men immediately feel that something is wrong.

The person who opened the door is not a monk. It's a man in a Zhongshan suit holding a gun.

Even an idiot knows there's something wrong.

They hurriedly retreated.

However, they were blocked from the back.

The dark muzzle was pointed at them.

What should they do?

Resist?

In an instant, the six men broke out in a cold sweat.

In the end, they chose to raise their hands. There was no other way. The other side had more people and more guns. They couldn't win.

If they resisted, the only outcome would be being shot indiscriminately.

Zhang Yong was not at all afraid of things like alarming the enemy. He already knew that the culprit was Wang Zhulin.

The reason for ambushing them here was that he didn't want to storm Wang Zhulin's lair.

If they stormed it, there would definitely be casualties. He didn't want any casualties among his men.

The six men were quickly arrested.

All the weapons they were carrying were also confiscated. They were all brand new revolvers. Mirror-finish cases.

This was a bit special. Mirror-finish cases were the best quality revolvers. The six of them must be Wang Zhulin's trusted men. Otherwise, they wouldn't have the chance to be equipped with such good guns.

Interrogation.

It was learned that they were sent by Wang Zhulin.

The purpose was to take the two women back. It was said that they were to entertain special guests. Two flower girls were needed.

The so-called flower girls were virgins.

'Where is Wang Zhulin?' Zhang Yong emerged from the darkness.

'He...' The other party hesitated.

Zhang Yong swung his sword.

Kill one.

Not talking? Then die!

'I'll talk!'

'I'll talk!'

Sure enough, the others immediately gave in.

They confessed that Wang Zhulin was at Baohua Building. He was hosting a banquet for the Japanese invaders.

'Who?'

'It seems to be called Kuroshima Ryuzo...'

'What?'

Zhang Yong's eyes flashed.

Kuroshima Ryuzo?

He's actually at Baohua Building?

Good, good, good, wipe them all out.

Look at the time, it's exactly 2am.

It seems that this Kuroshima Ryuzo is really having a good time! It's so late at night and the party is still going strong!

He waved his hand.

Yu Lexiang dragged the people out and dealt with them.

This time, he didn't kill them immediately. The basement of Baolin Temple happened to come in handy.

It wasn't that Zhang Yong was softhearted. It was that the basement was enough to destroy everyone's will. He wanted to keep it and, after catching Wang Zhulin, lock him in there for a while.

This is the underground prison he built himself. How could he let himself off the hook without experiencing it himself?

Tie the man up and set off.

He quickly heads to Baohua Building.

Sure enough, he spots a dense cluster of red dots 300 metres away.

He frowns.

There are a lot of Japanese invaders tonight!

Initially, he judges that there are more than 100 of them. Obviously, this is something he cannot deal with.

Many thoughts flash through his mind. In the end, they are all rejected.

Indeed, he is not good at thinking.

Go in disguised? Difficult. No invitation. Japanese not good enough.

The point is, since Kuroshima Ryuzo is inside, the security must be very tight. It's impossible for an impostor to get in.

Distract them?

Divert their attention?

Not easy to do. Won't work on Kuroshima Ryuzo.

As soon as the gunshots start, Kuroshima Ryuzo's first reaction will definitely be to retreat into the Japanese concession. Or even the Japanese garrison headquarters.

This coward is surrounded by a lot of bodyguards and it will be impossible to get to him in a short time.

If the situation becomes a stalemate and turns into a fierce battle, the one in danger will be Zhang Yong. His team is not good at protracted and bitter battles.

What should be done?

After thinking about it for a long time, they still couldn't come up with a solution.

They asked Yu Lexing for advice. Yu Lexing also shook his head. He said he didn't have a good idea either.

If there was a way to easily launch an attack, Chen Gongshu would have done it a long time ago. Yuan Wenhui, Wang Zhulin, and the others would not be alive today.

Frowns.

Helpless.

Is it going to be like last time, and he'll just have to watch the Japanese invaders go?

Unhappy.

If only he had a mortar...

Unfortunately, it's just a thought.

But since he's already here, he might as well get something out of it.

If he can't kill Wang Zhulin, he'll have to kill a few of his men. If he can't kill the top brass of the Japanese invaders, he'll have to take out a few of the foot soldiers.

If it were Chen Gongshu, he wouldn't be so boring.

Chen Gongshu's strategy has always been to hit the target with one strike. He only targets his target. He is not interested in anyone else.

Zhang Yong is different.

He does not have such a precise strategy. He can only take things one step at a time.

If he cannot kill the Japanese invaders, then he will kill the traitors.

If he cannot kill the big traitors, then he will kill the little traitors.

He gradually gets closer.

He finds that the outer perimeter is heavily guarded.

There are a large number of traitorous Chinese civilians. They are all carrying submachine guns. They are very arrogant.

Damn. At this moment in Tianjin, it was still nominally under Chinese rule. In reality, the Japanese had already basically taken control.

'They're under Yuan Wenhui's command.'

'Follow me!'

Zhang Yong silently studied the map.

If he couldn't kill Yuan Wenhui, then he would get one of his men.

The submachine guns were also quite effective.

Careful analysis revealed an opportunity.

Southwest of Baohua Building, about 150 metres away, there was an intersection.

From the binoculars, you can see that there are three traitorous plainclothes men with submachine guns, standing at the intersection, guarding the approach.

This intersection happens to be out of sight of the other enemies.

In other words, this is the place to strike. As long as no shots are fired, no one else will know for the time being.

This is good.

He just needs to find an opportunity. The task of carrying out the operation was directly assigned to Cao Mengqi.

Cao liked this kind of thing best.

'I'll do it!'

Sure enough, Cao Mengqi immediately arranged it.

He changed into plain clothes, wore a cap, and pretended to be hurrying past.

At the same time, several other agents also pretended to be passing by.

The moment the two sides approached, they immediately acted. Two were responsible for sandwiching one.

They moved the knife as soon as they came up. Either cut the throat. Or stab in the back. Just kill them. Then hold the person up. Then drag them back.

The process was full of thrills and spills.

They were all experts.

This kind of thing was actually what they were best at.

After all, Yu Lexing himself specialises in teaching these moves. He has long been extremely skilled.

Three people were killed.

Three guns were seized.

Frankly, this is not very useful. But it can cause panic among the Japanese invaders.

As soon as the Japanese invaders realise that something is wrong, they will not dare to remain in Baohua Building. As long as the Japanese invaders are moving, someone will be left behind.

If they can't kill the Japanese, can't they kill the traitors?

Like last time, they didn't get Kawashima Yoshiko. But they got a lot of traitors.

Immediately change the scene.

The second target is on an adjacent street.

The two streets are actually very close to each other, less than 30 metres apart. But there is a fence in the middle to block the view.

There are traitor plainclothes guards on the east street on alert. But there is no one on the west street. Because of the line of sight, the people on the east street can't see the west street. It feels very far away.

In fact, a wooden-handled hand grenade can be easily thrown to the street on the west.

The distance is 30 metres. Anyone can throw a wooden-handled hand grenade. Then blow up the target. Then withdraw.

Once the grenade goes off, it's like declaring war.

It's not clear how the Japanese invaders will react. They may swarm to catch up. It's the perfect opportunity to launch a counterattack.

Just do it.

Tell someone to prepare a hand grenade. A wooden-handled one.

Or hand grenades. But hand grenades are precious. We should use them sparingly.

But wooden-handled grenades are plentiful. You can get hold of them anywhere. Chen Gongshu's Tianjin Station also has several hundred in reserve. They were all produced by the Fengtian Arsenal.

'Ready!'

'Throw!'

Zhang Yong gives the order.

Three wooden-handled grenades are launched.

'Boom...'

'Boom...'

The grenades explode.

A few moments later, several white spots disappeared.

Haha. Being a traitor? Die! Being a traitor in the future is a very dangerous job...

Waving his hand.

He led the team and walked away.

He kept moving until he was 300 metres away, and then stopped.

He raised his binoculars and observed the movements of the Japanese invaders. He noticed that the red dots had not been disturbed much.

Huh?

Could it be that the Japanese invaders were standing still?

Awesome!

They didn't even chase after them?

Damn...

Suddenly, Zhang Yong noticed a red dot approaching quietly from the east.

Acting alone?

That must be a master.

He immediately led his men to quietly approach the east. They set up an ambush in front of the red dot.

He silently studied the map and deduced the red dot's route. Surprisingly, the result was almost the same.

The red dot had almost followed the route he deduced.

Was it a coincidence?

Of course not.

It should be said that it was also a kind of experience.

What kind of experience?

It's the experience of studying the movements of the Japanese killers for a long time.

The movements of the previous Japanese killers were also reflected on the map. After a large number of them, Zhang Yong also captured some patterns.

It's not very accurate. But generally, he can determine a few key points.

The Japanese invaders may need to pass through a few key points.

As long as these key points are locked in, they can be eliminated. For example...

'Yes. That small grey two-storey building.'

'Its lower left corner.'

'Yes!'

Zhang Yong instructed Yu Lexing on the target.

The distance was about 120 metres. For Yu Lexing, there was no difficulty.

As long as the Japanese invader popped up from this place, Yu Lexing would shoot him.

The question was...

Would the Japanese invader really pop up from there?

Yu Lexing didn't know.

He hadn't even seen the Japanese invader.

Zhang Yong, on the other hand, is confident. He has a plan B.

If the Japanese soldier doesn't appear where he thinks he will, there is still a second key point.

Suddenly...

'Bang!'

Yu Lexing fires.

He is using a Springfield M1903 rifle.

One shot is fatal.

A dark figure pops up from the locked position and immediately suffers the gunshot.

'Hagya...'

The Japanese soldier is killed instantly.

If he had any sense, he would have been very unhappy.

What happened?

He had just poked his head out, so why was he shot?

How did the enemy know he was going to poke his head out there?

Hagakure...

It takes at least two seconds from spotting the target to taking aim! He had two seconds to hide behind another obstacle.

But the result...

Less than a second. He was killed.

No reaction at all.

'Go!'

As soon as the shot rang out, someone charged up.

This was to prepare a second shot for the Japanese soldier. But there was no need.

The Japanese soldier was already dead.

The man who rushed up took back the Japanese soldier's weapon.

It was also a Type 44 rifle. There were ten bullets. Five were still in the chamber.

It was of little value.

It seems that the Japanese soldier was a temporary replacement.

He was not from the Miyamoto family.

Continue the operation.