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It's nearly three o'clock in the afternoon, and the Nanjing Road is bustling with traffic, and since the war left the city, the isolated island has maintained this absurd prosperity. Only the Rising Sun Flag fluttering on the other side of the Suzhou Creek is a constant reminder to the people of Shanghai that heinous war crimes are happening on their own soil all the time.

The people of Shanghai are probably one of the first people in China to open their eyes to the world, and the city of Shanghai is also the birthplace of China's modern revolution. If a city has a soul, then the soul of the magic capital must be pure purple, red and blue are fused together, you have me, I have you.

"Every time I look down on the city from the air, I'm fascinated by its beauty." Adrian. Second Lieutenant Yeager sighed, and then moved the joystick to straighten the inclined fuselage of the AR196 reconnaissance plane.

"Who's to say it isn't." The backseat observer felt the same way.

In the past half a month, the German crew on the [Prince Eugen] has already visited the entire Shanghai Concession, which is the first world-class metropolis that this group of sailors has docked in their lives.

You must know that in the early twentieth century, there were no more than a large metropolis of the level of Shanghai in the world, even if there were no more than one hand in the world, even Tokyo, the capital of Japan at that time, compared with the magic capital, was an order of magnitude worse in terms of city size and prosperity.

Several of these sailors, mostly from northern Germany, had seen such an amazing city of wonders. At that time, Shanghai was at the forefront of the whole world in terms of urban construction and humanities and technology, and every time something fashionable or a new technological invention was born, it basically only took a few months for you to see it on the streets of Shanghai.

Time has not yet had time to erase the damage caused to the city by the war a few years ago, and the ruins left by the Japanese bombing are still everywhere in Zhabei and Hongkou, and they are particularly conspicuous in the air.

"This is [Black Shark], can you hear clearly? Salted Fish No. 1. The lazy voice of the ground conductor came from the headphones.

"It's a sailfish... Sailfish One, sir. The pilot reminded with an oxygen mask.

"Don't worry about this little thing, Second Lieutenant, where is your current position?" The person who spoke was Captain Max, the flight officer aboard the Prince.

The three AR196s carried by the [Prinz Eugen] are all under the dispatch and command of this captain, who is responsible for managing the aviation department on this warship, not to mention that the rank is only a captain, but he is an important officer on the warship second only to the chief officer of the gun and torpedo department.

"Now it's becoming... Nanjing Road... Oh... I think we just flew past the Jockey Club. The observer probe looked at the ground and reported to the pilot.

"We're running over the Horse Club, sir, we've been around this area for a full twenty minutes." Yeager replied as he pressed his oxygen mask.

"Don't complain, Salted Fish One, keep in the air, over." A clear "click" sound followed from the headphones, and it was clear that the microphone had been turned off again.

"How did this guy get promoted to captain?" Jaeger couldn't help but whine at his partner.

"He once shot down two Royal Navy Hurricanes and one Blenheim with AR196." The partner replied lightly, he didn't want to criticize his boss behind his back.

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"My men have been on standby for twenty minutes, what do those guys at the command think, if they still can't make up their minds, I suggest that I let my pilot go back." Major Max threw the microphone to the radio station, then turned and walked to the map table in the communications command room.

"They still have enough fuel, Max, the order from the superiors is to continue to be on standby, and it is useless for you to tell me this." Lieutenant Colonel Bowers, the communications officer, spread his hand and said it had nothing to do with him.

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"Grenades." Corporal Coleman whispered to his men.

"Understood." The senior soldier nodded, pulled an M24 from the grenade holster around his waist, unscrewed the back cover and handed it to the corporal. Coleman took the M24 with one hand, grabbed the white porcelain pendant on the hair cord with the other, and then pulled it down cleanly.

"Be hidden." A warning was issued to his subordinates in German, and the SS corporal waved his hand, and the grenade tumbled into the room. Two seconds later, a roar rang out, and a stream of air mixed with debris erupted from the doorway, filling the hallway with a pungent puff of smoke.

"Follow me!" Coleman picked up the MP38 hanging from his chest, turned sideways and rushed through the door.

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"Compared to the Secret Service Headquarters, the resistance here isn't very strong." Ensign Claude looked at the watch on his wrist. On current trends, the clean-up here will soon be completed.

"Actually, before I left, I didn't expect to encounter resistance here." Major Dennis, the chief inspector of the Jing'an Patrol House, stroked the mustache on his lips and replied with a little embarrassment.

A patrol detachment under the Jing'an Capture House was originally responsible for cleaning up the four two-story houses in the No. 76 family area, but they thought that it was just a group of old and weak women and children, and they did not expect that there would be a vicious tiger hidden inside.

It was originally an upscale community, and the British construction company responsible for the development of the area was dealing with the wealthy and wealthy people of the concession. In fact, most of the people who bought these houses were wealthy Chinese businessmen and officials, and the prices of the houses were much cheaper than those in the concession, so they were very popular with Chinese customers. When the Japanese invaded Shanghai, a large number of wealthy merchants and officials abandoned their houses and fled, and the remaining people could not fight the traitors and hooligans of No. 76, and most of the high-end residences in this area fell into the hands of No. 76.

When the patrol cleaned up a household in the second building, it was suddenly attacked by the people in the house, and the Indian inspector who was standing at the door at the time was immediately shot and killed, and the accompanying patrol was killed and injured twice, which can be described as a heavy loss. To the annoyance of the patrolmen, they found that with the rifles and pistols in their hands, they could not suppress the fierce fire of the other side, and the other party had at least one Chicago typewriter in his hand, and there was no guarantee that there were no other weapons.

At this time, almost all the mobile forces that could be mobilized by the Ministry of Industry were put into this operation, and there was no need to expect to get reinforcements from superiors, so Major Dennis finally had an idea and asked for help from the German SS, which was carrying out blockade tasks nearby, but he did not expect the Germans to directly transfer a platoon of troops.

There was a crisp series of gunshots inside the building, which Claude recognized as MP38's movements. After a while, he saw an SS soldier walk out of the gate with a submachine gun and raise his right hand at the platoon commander.

Second Lieutenant Claude turned his face to the Major and smiled, "It's all over, Major, and now it's your job." ”

"No problem, thank you very much, Ensign Claude, and come out and play cricket together when you have time."

After speaking, the inspector raised his hand, pointed to the patrol team guarding the side, and then made a toggle gesture. The British patrolmen, who had been waiting for a long time, suddenly rushed into the building with a loud shout as if they had been beaten with enough chicken blood.

"What a pathetic bastard." Corporal Coleman kicked the corpse curled up on the floor with his boot.

It was a strong-looking Chinese man, in the prime of life, wearing a well-dressed beige three-piece plaid suit, the entire back of which was soaked in blood. The man was hit by an M24 grenade, but he still had the strength to get up and continue to resist, so the German squad leader shot Palabelum with a half-magazine on his body.

Kick away the Thomson submachine gun in the hand of the corpse, this is still a military version with a hundred rounds of drums, and it is expensive in the international arms market, especially in the Shanghai Beach, which is a first-class prohibited item in both the Japanese-controlled area and the concession.

"There's no one in the kitchen." The private reported loudly in the kitchen.

"There's no one on the balcony either." Another subordinate reported. Just then, Coleman heard the sound of something falling to the ground behind a door on the side of the living room, accompanied by what appeared to be a shrill exclamation.

The corporal then raised his submachine gun and raised his left hand to make a gesture to his subordinates to pay attention. Coleman then put his finger to his lips to warn his subordinates not to make a sound, and after receiving a nod in the affirmative from his subordinates, the corporal slowly walked to the door with his submachine gun in hand.

The high leather boots with steel cleats were on the wooden floor, and although the SS corporal had been very careful, he inevitably made a slight footstep sound, as if he noticed a sudden silence outside, and there was no movement behind the door.

Slowly moving to the door, Coleman glanced at his men, and the two soldiers nodded with their submachine guns. As soon as the corporal turned around, he kicked under the door lock, it was just an ordinary bedroom door, and it couldn't withstand this kind of kicking at all, so it was kicked open at once, and the bounced door hit a piece of furniture behind the door, making a deafening bang.

Coleman leveled the MP38, took a deep breath, and then leaned against the door frame to peek in.

"Don't fire!" Although the glancing time was short, the corporal could see the situation in the room clearly, and he quickly raised his fist and signaled his subordinates not to shoot.

"It's a woman with a child." The corporal held the MP38's grip in one hand and pressed the door that was being reclosed with the other.

"Don't be afraid, ma'am." The SS corporal smiled at the Chinese woman cowering in the corner, in what he thought was the gentlest smile he had.

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