Tang Cheng, who knew that the matter was urgent, did not refuse Xu Huanshan, but after Xu Huanshan left, Tang Cheng asked Ma San to return to his residence first. "Third brother, there may be a fight in a while, you know the environment of the concession quite well, I'm afraid that when the time comes, I may not be able to take care of you." Tang Cheng's words made Ma San a little depressed, but he had already seen Tang Cheng's ability with his own eyes, and he also knew that he was not familiar with the terrain and would become a burden to Tang Cheng, so he didn't say anything to refute Tang Cheng.

Seeing Ma San leave in a rickshaw, Tang Cheng turned around and went into the alley on the side of the street, and when he came out again, not only had he already changed his outfit, but also his face was disguised, and his flat glasses and a mustache made Tang Cheng look much more mature. After sending Ma San away and re-camouflaging, Tang Cheng walked back along the route Xu Huanshan told him, and just turned from the street corner to the street where the photo studio was located, Tang Cheng suddenly found that he seemed to have come to this street.

After coming to Shanghai, Tang Cheng walked through all the large and small streets and auxiliary roads in the concession, and it was certain that he had been to this street, but what made Tang Cheng feel familiar was that he vaguely remembered that he seemed to have had the experience of exchanging fire with plainclothes agents in this street. It wasn't until Tang Cheng saw the photo studio across the street that he suddenly realized that he had rescued the handbag woman from the underground party here.

Tang Cheng, who was walking slowly on the side of the street, did not seem to squint, but in fact, he was observing the photo studio across the street with the corner of his eye, and the photo studio with a business sign hanging on the door of the store seemed to be nothing unusual. The photo studio is across the street, and Tang Cheng can't stand here all the time, otherwise he may attract the attention of the plainclothes agents in the photo studio, so Tang Cheng, who is just observing the photo studio from the corner of his eye, can only follow other passers-by slowly walking by the street.

Xu Huanshan's suspicions were not wrong, the photo studio as a secret contact point had indeed been cracked by the special high-tech department, and when Tang Cheng walked past the street opposite the photo studio as if nothing had happened, there were already six plainclothes agents with loaded guns in this photo studio that looked unusual. In the darkroom on the second floor of the photo studio, which is used to develop photos, Sakurako Takayama, who was ordered to ambush here to direct the capture mission, is standing next to the windowsill with a cold face, observing the situation outside through the small hole in the glass of the darkroom.

The room where Sakurako Takayama is at the moment is the darkroom of the photo studio, and the glass of the windows is pasted with vellum paper to block the light, and Takayama Sakurako uses tools to make a few small holes in the vellum paper to observe the situation outside the photo studio. Since last night, Sakurako Takayama has been ambushing this street with her action team, except for the six of them in the photo studio, and seven others scattered in other places in this street.

When Tang Cheng walked across the street, Takayama Sakurako also noticed him, but Tang Cheng behaved no different from the other passers-by in the street at that time, and he didn't turn his head towards the photo studio, so Takayama Sakurako didn't pay special attention to Tang Cheng who had already walked over. Takayama Sakurako, who was secretly irritable in her heart, secretly controlled her thoughts, looked down at the time on her watch, Takayama Sakurako twisted her neck to soothe her somewhat stiff body, but she was secretly thinking about whether to continue to ambush here.

From last night to now, their ambush time has exceeded 16 hours, although the two-story photo studio has enough living conditions and facilities, but the ambush time has been long, Takayama Sakurako is worried that his team members will be impetuous. "Ono-kun, tell everyone to hold on a little longer, we must stay here until there is new news from the headquarters, and there must be no negligence and mistakes!"

Female field team leaders are not common in the Shanghai headquarters of Tegaoke, but it is not impossible. So Takayama Sakurako's order was conveyed immediately, Takayama Sakurako's original intention was just to appease her subordinates, but she didn't expect that it was precisely because her subordinates, a member of Xiao Xiaoye's team, conveyed this order to the letter, that Tang Cheng, who was hiding in the shop not far away, finally saw that something was wrong.

Half of Takayama Sakurako's men were ambushed in the photo studio, and the other half of his men were scattered in this street, and Ono handed Takayama Sakurako's original words to the team members scattered outside the photo studio, which gave Tang Cheng a chance to see what was wrong. "It seems that Lao Xu's feeling is quite accurate!" Tang Cheng, who was secretly happy in his heart, remained silent, and after leaving the store, he immediately walked from the front street corner into the adjacent street.

In the street next to the photo studio, Tang Cheng, who did not find any suspicious people, quickly found an opportunity to touch the roof ridge from the back wall of a shop. Looking from the back of the roof, Tang Cheng could see the back wall of the photo studio, but the distance between the two was more than 20 meters, and the flying claws he had stored in his carry-on bag couldn't reach such a long distance. There was no way, Tang Cheng, who had already moved to the back of the roof, could only risk being discovered at any time, stepping on the ridge and moving quickly in the direction of the photo studio.

Moving on the roof in broad daylight, as long as you have the slightest sense of worry, you will never do this. But Tang Cheng just did this, and Takayama Sakurako who was ambushed in the photo studio actually only paid attention to the movement in front of the photo studio, but no one paid attention to the situation behind the photo studio. Relying on his own little luck, Tang Cheng quietly moved along the ridge of the roof to a place very close to the photo studio, as long as he threw his flying claws, he could hook the roof of the photo studio.

Without the slightest hesitation, Tang Cheng threw out the flying claws, confirmed that the flying claws hooked the edge of the roof, and after just a few breaths, he followed the thin rope on the flying claws with alternating hands and quickly climbed onto the roof of the photo studio. Squatting down on the roof of the photo studio, Tang Cheng, who had been cautious, breathed a sigh of relief, at least with the debris on his side, he didn't have to worry about being discovered. Tang Cheng, who had adjusted his breathing slightly, moved lightly on the roof, and the small door on the roof that was locked behind was the only passage leading downstairs.

The small door is locked from the inside, and if Tang Cheng wants to enter the photo studio from here, he must first open this small door. Squatting in front of the small door, Tang Cheng took out *** and M1911 pistols from his portable equipment bag in a row, and after thinking about it secretly, Tang Cheng inserted the pistol into the quick-draw holster on his waist, and then used the self-made three-point gun belt to fix the loaded *** on his chest. Xu Huanshan just said that he wanted Tang Cheng to help him confirm the situation in the photo studio, but what Tang Cheng planned now was to clean up the plainclothes agents who were ambushed in the photo studio.

After everything was ready, Tang Cheng took out a string of firecrackers from his carry-on equipment bag, this string of firecrackers only had 20 sounds, but Tang Cheng specially found someone to customize, this kind of firecrackers with the thickness of an adult's thumb was far louder than those on the market. used a lighter to ignite the medicine twist under the firecracker string, Tang Cheng raised his hand and threw the firecracker string from the top of the building, the medicine twist under the firecracker is not very long, so the firecracker string is still in mid-air, and it has already made a sound far louder than ordinary firecrackers.

Takayama Sakurako and the others who were ambushed in the photo studio, after more than ten hours of boring waiting, were in a state of irritability, and suddenly heard a series of loud noises outside the photo studio, including Takayama Sakurako, their attention was invariably focused on the street outside the photo studio. Tang Cheng on the roof of the building, while the firecracker string made a loud noise, it directly blew off the door lock on the small door with ***, and the huge noise made by the firecracker string just covered the gunshot.

But after all, the sound of gunfire is different from the movement of firecrackers, and the sound of gunfire is far duller than the sound of ordinary firearms, Tang Cheng entered the corridor on the second floor of the photo studio from the small door, and a plainclothes agent who heard that the sound was wrong happened to come out of a room on the second floor. "Bang!" Tang Cheng will not be polite, with just one shot, he used *** scattered to beat this plainclothes spy who suddenly appeared into a blood gourd. Since the release of firecrackers, Tang Cheng has already planned to wash this place in blood, anyway, Tegaoke has already discovered this place, and the Shanghai underground party will not use it again in the future.

Sakurako Takayama, who was alone in the darkroom, was startled by the gunfire in the corridor, and she could hear that the movement was different from the sound of firecrackers outside. Perhaps because of her usual caution, or because of the nature of a woman, Sakurako Takayama did not rush out of the darkroom when she heard the gunshot, but took out her pistol and hid in the corner of the darkroom. In the nervous waiting, Takayama Sakurako heard several more gunshots one after another, but the door of the darkroom was never pushed open.

The gunfire outside the darkroom quickly stopped, and Sakurako Takayama, who was already extremely nervous, couldn't help swallowing her saliva, but she didn't dare to leave the darkroom. With the help of the light slanting in through the window hole, Sakurako Takayama looked down at her watch, and a full three minutes had passed since she had pulled out her gun and hid in the corner, but it was already silent outside the darkroom. Sakurako Takayama, who had not waited for her subordinates, had become a mess in her heart, and the long silence made her have bad thoughts in her heart.

can be the captain of the field team, Takayama Sakurako is naturally not comparable to ordinary women, although she is flustered, but Takayama Sakurako still gritted her teeth and continued to insist, she did not lie and leave the dark room. Two minutes passed quickly, and she faintly heard a shouting sound from the street outside the window, and Sakurako Takayama, who had been hiding in the corner, looked happy, and she thought of a way to get out.

With a "clang", Takayama Sakurako picked up the chair she had sat on before and slammed it into the street window of the darkroom. The humble but unusually sturdy wooden chair smashed a large hole in the street window of the darkroom, and then fell into the street outside with flying wood chips and glass shards.