There was a loud "bang", the grenade exploded in the air less than half a meter away, and Gu Shou Yingfu screamed miserably, his eyes were about to protrude from his sockets, and he was obviously hit by shrapnel. Mobile

Fang Buwei let out a cold sweat in fright.

The reaction was a little slower, and the shrapnel pierced him.

There was a miserable howl all around, and Fang Buwei turned his head, except for the people from the newspaper office who had just come out of the room, two of his own people were also blown down, and one of them was hit by shrapnel in the eye socket, obviously not alive.

Fang Buwei's eyes were split, he pushed Gu Shou Yingfu away, quickly lifted his shirt, took off a grenade, and threw it into the aisle.

The grenade exploded, and there was a howl of ghosts and wolves inside.

There were at least six or seven screams, and the grenade must have been thrown in the human den.

Fang Bu's heart jumped.

Where are so many people?

The Japanese in the tunnel are out!

Lao Tzu will let you listen again.

Fang Buwei took off the second grenade and was about to throw it out when he saw a black dot flying out of the smoke.

It's also a grenade.

And the landing point is still in a location near him.

What the hell?

Once is a coincidence, is the second time also a coincidence?

Why do the Japanese throw grenades at themselves when they return?

Fang Buwei was in a hurry, his hands were propped up, his legs were kicked, and the person who was originally lying on the ground jumped up more than one person out of thin air and slapped the grenade.

With a "snap", the grenade was slapped and flew back, and it exploded as soon as it flew into the aisle.

Fang Buwei threw himself on the ground and made a muffled "bang".

"Right next to the pillar!" Fang Buwei heard the Japanese shouting in the aisle.

He leaned against the pillar.

Listening to the argument, Fang is not a shot if he raises his hand.

Someone snorted,

The bullet must have pierced through the wooden partition wall and hit the man who had just shouted.

Fang Buwei's second grenade was thrown out again.

Three grenades in a row finally suppressed the enemy's firepower and gave their own people time to react.

The smoke was too thick to see anyone, but at least the general location of the enemy could be judged, and the bullets were fired into the hallway on the first floor without any money.

One grenade after another was thrown in, and the wooden partition wall was blown apart, and the Japanese did not dare to show their heads when they were beaten.

Fang Buwei finally had a chance to think.

Even if the Japanese know that they are the leader, it is impossible for them to chase them alone?

And they knew that there were their own people in the hall and on the stairs, and they also knew that the Japanese who claimed to be the editor-in-chief of the newspaper and possibly their leader was lying next to them, so why did they dare to throw grenades here again and again?

Are you not afraid of accidentally hurting your own people?

Fang Buwei's heart moved, and he looked at Taro Komatsubara, who was climbing next to the pillar.

Could this be the target of the Japanese?

It's not saving people at all, it's more like killing people!

It's all ruthless to grandma's house!

Fang Buwei's heart trembled.

Who are these guys you met today?

What is the identity of this old Japanese fat man?

It's hairy, and it's catching a big fish......

Fang Buwei did not have a trace of fear, and his heart was full of excitement.

He grabbed Taro Komatsubara's back and quickly crawled to the door.

As soon as he crawled to the door, a rapid burst of gunfire rang out in the hall.

"Horn Horn Horn ......"

Fang Bu's heart jumped.

This is not a gun for one's own people.

Zheng Shifei's people are all equipped with German-style equipment, and of the eighteen people brought today, four of them are carrying German-style MP38 submachine guns, and the rest are all equipped with German Mauser 1932 submachine guns, commonly known as box guns.

These two guns don't sound like this.

And the gunfire is still coming from upstairs?

Fang Buwei subconsciously turned around, and vaguely saw several tongues of fire erupting from the staircase on the second floor in the dust and fog in the sky.

Why do Japanese people appear on the second floor?

The members of the first two groups have obviously cleared all the people upstairs?

Not good!

There must be a passage to the second floor in the room on the first floor, maybe there is a tunnel, otherwise there would not be so many people and so many guns suddenly popping up in such a short period of time......

In just a few seconds, the team members on the first floor have been swept halfway.

Fortunately, Fang Buwei thought about sending Taro Komatsubara out, otherwise he would have been the first to be shot.

"I'll throw you a hi ...... you."

Fang Buwei roared, used his hands and feet together, and jumped out of the door like a fly.

Desperately injured himself, he also has to send this Japanese fat man out, otherwise there will be no point in killing and injuring so many people today.

As soon as he jumped up, Fang Buwei's back suddenly stabbed, as if he had been stabbed.

Shot?

Finished!

The place where the shot was shot was exactly where the heart was straightened.

Fang Buwei fell out of the door heavily, and his heart was dead.

Well?

Why is it that there is no response after a pain, and the system is not moving?

Damn, forget about this Japanese on your back.

The bullet must have pierced the body of the Japanese before hitting himself.

suffered, the Japanese who was carrying him was afraid that he would be more than lucky......

Fang Buwei rolled and leaned behind the stone pillar at the door.

The people who Zhao Shirui arranged for support rushed over.

"On the right side of the first floor, ten meters from the door, there are enemies at the staircase on the second floor, and there is a tunnel below, I don't know where it will come from, be careful, and suppress the ...... with all your might" Fang Buwei shouted loudly.

Almost braving the hail of bullets, the supporting team members rushed in.

"Sir, you're injured!" The two team members leaned on Fang Buwei's side, apparently to protect him.

"Not dead yet!" Fang Buwei roared and lifted Taro Komatsubara off his back.

Taro Komatsubara's left chest was a bullet hole that kept bleeding out.

Luckily, the place is not critical.

I was almost strung with a gourd by the Japanese.

Fang Buwei subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as he pulled out his hand, he found that his hands were covered in blood.

It was only then that he remembered that after being knocked unconscious by himself, the Japanese was lying on his stomach, including when he was carried out by himself.

Fang Buwei turned Taro Komatsubara over again.

The entire back was covered with blood, and Fang Buwei saw two shrapnel wounds with the naked eye, and I don't know how deep they are for the time being.

"Carry it out and send it to the hospital!" Fang Buwei yelled, the splitter pressed the submachine gun in the player's hand, rolled over, rolled behind the threshold, and raised the gun to shoot.

His fingers never left the trigger, and after a shuttle, he finally knocked the enemy back on the second floor.

"Change the magazine!" Fang Buwei threw the gun in his hand to the team members around him, and took the gun in the hands of the team members.

Fang Buwei only hit the staircase, and the Japanese on the second floor did not dare to take the lead at all, even if they threw grenades, they only dared to roll down the stairs, and they couldn't throw it far at all.

Squad after squad of policemen rushed in from the corner of the street, and Taogu Street and Embroidery Lane were filled with police.

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