Shooting two members of the underground party with his own hands was a decision made by Tang Cheng after hard thinking, but this decision was put by Tang Cheng at the last moment, if it really reached the point where he couldn't control the situation, he had to take this step. He must not be exposed, this is something that Tang Cheng has repeatedly thought about in his mind, too much contact with the underground party has made him on the verge of being exposed, this is what Tang Cheng definitely did not take into account when he decided to help the underground party.

But at this moment, it was too late to say anything, and Tang Cheng, who was very remorseful in his heart, had to make this cold-blooded decision. Tang Cheng suddenly felt that he seemed to be very conflicted, on the one hand, he hoped to help the underground party do something, but on the other hand, he was always worried that his family would be implicated because of this, after all, he had an unclear connection with the intelligence department, and the intelligence department knew the situation at home.

Tang Cheng suddenly secretly admired Zhang Jiang and this deep diver, he was in the heart of his opponent, and he didn't know how much pressure he had to endure in order to survive all these years alone. "Boom!" Just as Tang Cheng was looking for an opportunity like a headless fly, an explosion suddenly sounded in the distance, which not only woke Tang Cheng up, but also made the already chaotic situation even worse.

Tang Cheng, who was standing sideways against a wall, suddenly had an epiphany, the reason why those men in short clothes had not succeeded for a long time was that they wanted to catch them alive. If the two besieged members of the underground party run out of bullets and drain their physical strength, there is only one way left for them, and that is to be captured. Faintly hearing a shout, Tang Cheng slowly poked his head out of the corner, just in time to see a modified armored vehicle specially used to transport key criminals from the patrol room turned around from the street in front.

Seeing the car that the patrol house was specially used to transport key criminals, Tang Cheng suddenly thought about it, and immediately put away his pistol and waited for the time to come. This is the French Concession, and if there is a shootout, the French Concession Patrol Office will naturally send people over, and besides, the arrest of the Shanghai underground party organization is known in advance by the French Concession Patrol Office. This modified car, which is specially used to escort key criminals, is also the request of the French Concession Patrol House to serve the other party secretly, and Huang Jinrong has contributed a lot.

The prisoner's car from the patrol room drove down the street, and Tang Cheng, who had been staying quietly on the side of the street, saw that the car was already very close to him, so he rushed out of the street directly with a stride. "Little Red Guy, you're looking for death!" The driver of the prisoner's car was startled by Tang Cheng, who suddenly rushed out, but fortunately he stepped on the brakes in time, and when the car was 2 meters away from Tang Cheng, a sudden brake stopped in the middle of the street.

"Huzi, I'm running out of bullets, what should I do?" Just when Tang Cheng intercepted the prisoner car on the street, An Xiaohu and Hu Cheng, who were surrounded by a group of short-clothed men in the courtyard, had already ushered in the most severe unfavorable situation. After a few rounds of shooting, Hu Cheng found that he only had the last spare magazine left, and the last two rounds of ammunition left in the pistol magazine.

"Don't shout, I don't have a few bullets either!" An Xiaohu's face was also very ugly, because he was also facing the unfavorable situation of running out of bullets. Although he was surrounded by enemies at the moment, it seemed that he could not escape, but An Xiaohu did not regret it. In the inner pocket of his jacket, there is a bill of lading from the dock at the moment, and it is for this thing that he and Hu Cheng will risk returning to this yard again.

But the bill of lading was in hand, and the two of them were surrounded by a large group of short-clothed men who suddenly rushed out, if they hadn't shot each other first, maybe they had been captured alive by each other at the door. "Smack!" An Xiaohu was thinking about something, but he was not slow in his hands, and with one shot, he shot the guy at the gate who was probing his brain, and knocked out a cloud of blood mist. The bewitching red that burst out of the air made the men in short clothes outside the courtyard quiet for a moment, but immediately someone responded to An Xiaohu and the others with bullets.

The situation became more and more unfavorable, and An Xiaohu, who had no way to get out, finally reached out from the inner pocket of his jacket and took out the bill of lading after changing the last magazine. He had already made up his mind in his heart, if he really couldn't get out, this bill of lading would have to be destroyed, and if those people outside got this bill of lading, the inside line of the Shanghai underground party organization on the dock might be exposed.

"Click!" Although An Xiaohu and the others had slowed down their shooting, they still quickly ran out of all the bullets, and the two looked at each other one last time, and smashed the empty pistol at the short-clothed men who rushed in from the courtyard gate. Then Hu Cheng carried a kitchen knife that was not very sharp in front of An Xiaohu, and the latter had already found a match and was ready to light the bill of lading that had been kept until the end.

At this moment of great nervousness, An Xiaohu and the two men, together with the short-clothed men who rushed into the courtyard, suddenly heard a shout from outside the courtyard, which was mixed with a roar like a beast. "Boom!" With a sound, a section of the courtyard wall more than 2 meters away from the courtyard gate suddenly collapsed, and the broken bricks and stones were mixed in the dust and scattered between the splashes, and the rear of the car protruded from the place where the courtyard collapsed.

"Bang bang... In the smoke-filled yard, continuous gunshots suddenly appeared, and when An Xiaohu and the others shrank into the house, Tang Cheng, who came out of the modified car, had already hit the shell gun in his hand with a *** rate of fire. Stopping the car, snatching the car, and then driving to break through the encirclement of the men in short clothes, Tang Cheng relied on the sturdiness of the modified car, directly turned around and hit a section of the fence in the courtyard with the rear of the car, and caught the other party off guard.

A large cloud of blood mist accompanied by the rapid sound of gunfire burst out in the dusty courtyard continuously, and Tang Cheng, who had already opened the triple eyepiece, was more accustomed to this kind of environment with low visibility than those men in short clothes. An Xiaohu, who had already hid back in the room, secretly opened his eyes wide, and together with Hu Cheng beside him, he was half-squatting, looking out of the window carefully. In the courtyard that was already full of blood, a guy with a scarf covering his head and face was using the shell gun in his hand to shoot the short-clothed men in the yard to the ground one by one at a dazzling speed.

"Bang!" The masked man didn't seem to have time to change the spare magazine, but just raised his foot and kicked it straight, and the man in short clothes closest to him was kicked into the corner of the courtyard, and slammed into the courtyard wall with a muffled sound. An Xiaohu and the two who were hiding in the house saw this scene, and they all shrank their necks and smacked their lips secretly, the kick just now was uncomfortable! "It's Bajiquan!" Hu Cheng suddenly let out an exclamation in his mouth, and after practicing his fists and kicks for a while, he had already seen some ways from the masked man's fists and kicks at the moment.

Bajiquan belongs to a kind of fierce boxing, focusing on the courage and fierceness of close combat, in the eyes of An Xiaohu and Hu Cheng, the masked man in the courtyard pulled out a short knife, only a few rounds, and put the remaining three short-clothed men in the courtyard in a pool of blood. "Hurry up and get out, I'm here to help you out!" Tang Cheng, who was slightly out of breath, turned around and looked at the window of the room where An Xiaohu and the two were hiding, and while drinking lowly, he threw the spare magazines of the two Browning pistols into the window.

An Xiaohu and the two were skeptical, after all, the other party had just killed all those short-clothed men in the yard, if it was just to design to capture the two of them alive, it would not be possible to use such a big price. Picking up the magazine that Tang Cheng threw in, An Xiaohu and the two came out of the house with caution in their hearts, Tang Cheng glanced at the two of them, confirmed that there were no big wounds on the two of them, and immediately urged the two to get into the car.

Driving through the concession, it seems that no one has ever done this since there was a concession in Shanghai. Therefore, after the prisoner car that Tang Cheng drove rushed all the way through three street intersections in a row, almost all the patrols of the French Concession were converging on this side, and it was very likely that the prisoner car driven by Tang Cheng was heavily surrounded. Even if he drove the prisoner car to run away, Tang Cheng still didn't take off the scarf covering his head and face, and even An Xiaohu's many accostings, Tang Cheng ignored them.

"Get out of the car, it's another street from here, and then you go right away to the White Russian bakery next to the central fishing house, where your men are waiting for you." The prisoner car was parked outside an alley, and An Xiaohu, who was confused, was driven off the prisoner car by Tang Cheng in an almost rough way. Just a few words of advice to the two, Tang Cheng drove away in the prisoner car, and there was not much time left for him.

Because of his own negligence, he came up with these troubles in front of him, but fortunately he rescued the two Xu Huanshan's subordinates, and seeing the truck of the French Concession patrol house in front of him, Tang Cheng directly parked the prisoner car on the side of the road, and then broke into a hotel on the side of the street without stopping. Tang Cheng, who broke into the hotel, showed the shell gun in his hand, and then after the innkeeper and a few guests climbed out of the hotel, he tried to move quickly down the stairs to the roof.

Tang Cheng repeated his old trick, using a fine hemp rope brushed with tung oil, sliding down from the roof to the alley behind the hotel, and when almost all the rental patrols who rushed over thought that the masked man was still in the hotel, Tang Cheng, who had already taken off his scarf, had already appeared in the next street at this moment. Tang Cheng, who was mixed with the pedestrians, held some cooked food, cigarettes and beer he had just bought, and like everyone else, stood on tiptoe and stretched his neck to watch the excitement until he was dispersed by the patrol of the concession that blocked the place.

The patrol of the French Concession would not have thought that this rich boy who stood with passers-by and watched the excitement was the target of their pursuit. They wouldn't have known that this kid who had a strong smell of perfume all over his body had a strong smell of gunsmoke and blood from his body a few minutes ago, and perfume was just a means he used to block the smell of gunpowder and blood.