At this time, in the backyard of Aixin Hospital, a group of special forces had all been prepared.

At this time, a middle-aged man walked in with nine people, if the people around Zhang Xueliang saw it, they would immediately recognize it, this person was the staff member next to the young marshal.

And his real identity is a senior spy under Chen Shao, who came to the three eastern provinces ten years ago to establish an intelligence system. Now the intelligence system has spread throughout the three eastern provinces, and after receiving Chen Shao's plan, he immediately got in touch with the special forces of a squadron that arrived in Shenyang to jointly implement Chen Shao's plan.

The middle-aged man walked directly to the squadron leader and said with a calm face: "This operation is under my command, your soldiers are divided into nine groups, my people are guides, each group is responsible for two places, this operation process must be kept quiet, and it must not attract attention." The people inside the target, none of them are left. ”

Although the squadron leader had some opinions, he resolutely obeyed Chen Shao's orders and did not say anything about this.

"We don't have a problem, but we don't know if your subordinates will be able to do what you want."

The other special forces also nodded, they all believed in their skills, but as the saying goes, if you are not afraid of god-like opponents, you are afraid of pig-like teammates. They must have enough knowledge of these people's skills.

The middle-aged man nodded, and the rescuers behind him were all biochemical spies. As the only class of Red Alert in this world that can fight, it will naturally not be weak.

"You can rest assured of these, if you don't believe it, you can try!" Although he is a biochemical clone, as a spy, he is not ignorant like those scientists and engineers, but only researches and works. For the hearts of the figuring out, the spies can be caught.

The squadron leader glanced at one of the fighters behind him, who nodded and lowered his weapon. Walked out.

At this time, a person also came out of the spy.

The two didn't say a word, and then they exchanged hands. Both of them took flexible routes, although the movements were not big, but they were both close to the point. For a while, there was a fist back and forth, and there was no winner for two minutes. The two paused, the special soldier directly pulled out the military thorn on his leg, and the spy didn't know where to find a dagger. The two fought together again in an instant, and this time the scene looked even more sinister. In the light of the roof, daggers and spurs reflected bursts of light. The speed of the two fights is very fast, but the people around them are watching with relish, this time these special forces no longer dare to underestimate the spies in their eyes, and they have already put them in their hearts with this hand. Although the moves of the two looked deadly, they could both see that neither of them had exerted their full strength, and they both had some strength and could withdraw their moves at any time to prevent them from hurting each other.

"Alright, let's stop it!" The squadron leader looked at the time, five minutes had passed, and then told the two to stop.

After receiving the order, the two immediately separated, nodded to each other, and returned to the group.

After five minutes of fighting, both of them were not red and out of breath, and they looked at ease.

Subsequently, under the arrangement of the middle-aged man and the squadron leader, all nine groups were arranged. After all the specific combat objectives were arranged, the personnel of the nine groups left here one after another. Leaving the back door of the hospital, he disappeared into the night in an instant.

Taro Ballroom, located on the side of the main road in Shenyang, is a full-time dance hall. The ballroom closes at 1 a.m. and all the staff inside are Japanese. This is an important stronghold of the Japanese special high school in Shenyang, and it is a dance hall specially opened for the purpose of collecting intelligence, and the people who usually come are Japanese in China, and some ronin and pro-Japanese Chinese also often come.

At this time, it was already one o'clock in the morning, but it was still very lively inside, and there was no intention of closing.

Because there is a group of Japanese ronins who are a little drunk inside, these ronins are dressed in Japanese costumes, and they have Japanese katanas pinned to their waists, and they look very high-spirited, which is very unbelievable.

At this time, the manager of the dance hall was talking to them helplessly, but it didn't seem to work very well. Those ronins looked like they were ignoring it, and more than a dozen ronins each hugged a dancing girl, up and down their hands, looking like they were indiscriminate.

To say that this manager is unlucky enough today, usually these ronins are very afraid of themselves, but I don't know why, today is a kind of self-determination. This place is an important stronghold of the Imperial High School, located in the center of Shenyang, and the geographical location is very good. If it weren't for the fact that there were patrolling soldiers everywhere now, I was afraid that if something happened would affect this liaison office that had been established with great difficulty. Otherwise, with these dozen or so imperial dregs, I wouldn't have taken it seriously.

Just when the manager was about to say something, a ronin pushed away the dancing girl next to him, walked up to the manager, and said with a drunken tongue: "You know what? Our leader has joined the Imperial Intelligence Service, and we will follow our leader in the service of the Empire in the future. Now that we're here to play, what are you saying to tell us to get out, are you still an Imperial? ”

When the manager heard this, he sneered in his heart, with a role like yours, you still want to join the elite department of the empire. Your sow can go up the tree.

"We're closing now, please leave."

"Yaga!" The ronin cursed, and raised his hand to give the manager who didn't know the current affairs a few big stickers. Before he could make a move, one of the manager's hands was already on his neck.

It was a ronin who was still sitting on the sofa, but when he saw his boss being restrained, he stood up after shouting "Baga". Everyone's hands are pressed on the hilt, ready to draw the knife at any moment. In fact, this is all to scare and scare others, and for these Japanese ronin, they don't really dare to make trouble here. If it weren't for the courage of wine and the fascination of those dancing girls, I wouldn't dare to make trouble here. In these years, such a dance hall can be opened, who does not have a backstage. If you accidentally provoke the military, you won't even know how to die.

Just when the restrained ronin was holding back his hard breath and wanted to say something. All of a sudden, the lights in the ballroom went out, and the entire ballroom was plunged into darkness.

The manager of the ballroom let go of his hand and said, "Don't move the others, pay attention to your surroundings." Go to a few people to see if the power brake has jumped. ”

The staff of the three dance halls let out a "hi" and walked to the switchgate room by feeling. The ronins saw that there was darkness around them, but they didn't move, and the ronin, whose neck had been loosened, lay on the ground panting. Looks like it's hypoxic.

After a long time, the manager, who was almost accustomed to the dark, saw three people coming in the dark, so he asked, "What's wrong?" ”

The three of them did not speak, but walked closer and closer, and the distance between the two sides was only three meters. At this time, the manager sensed that something was wrong and was about to draw his pistol. The three men immediately pounced, and in a short moment, when the manager had just touched the pistol, a Mitsubishi military thorn was directly inserted into his throat, and when the military spur was pulled out, the manager stared at a pair of dead fish eyes and fell to the ground with an unwilling expression.

At this time, everyone around them felt that something was wrong, and the staff of the dance hall were about to shout something. Three figures had already rushed to our side, and seven or eight staff members who had not yet reacted only felt a chill on their necks, and a stream of blood spurted from their necks. His hands consciously tried to cover the wound on his neck, but it was all in vain.

Just as seven or eight staff members fell, three figures pounced on the ronins again. The paralysis of alcohol, the ronin who had not reflected it before, also began to feel that something was wrong at this time. By the time they could react, it was too late, and the three figures had already reached their side, and a burst of white light flashed in the darkness, and five or six ronins felt a pain in their necks. I felt that something was stuck in my neck, and the sharp pain in my neck made them want to scream but couldn't.

At this time, a figure came out from behind the sofa, and the dancers who were about to wake up were taken care of as soon as they opened their mouths, and the same white light flashed, and they fell on the sofa with an unwilling look, ending their miserable sound. Before he died, he recalled all kinds of inhumane training since he was a child, thought of the men who pressed on him, thought of being sent to China to begin accepting tasks, thought of the information obtained by various means, and thought of all kinds of glamorous lives. With countless images gradually losing consciousness, this may be a relief for them.

At this time, the lights came on again, and at this time, all but six ronins and one action team in the dance hall had fallen to the ground.

The stimulation of the realistic lights and the corpses on the ground made the ronin all sober up from the alcohol. But they should not come to their senses, and go to their aunt with the paralysis of alcohol. Seeing that only four people had killed so many, they felt a chill in their hands and feet, and their hands and feet holding the hilt of their knives began to tremble. Who the hell is the other party, such skills are really terrifying. Is it the Chinese, or is it the Japanese vendetta?

At this time, a special soldier walked out of the corner, he was the leader of this group, raised his left hand and looked at his watch, and said lightly: "10 seconds, the record is good, and the rest are all resolved." ”

From the time he started killing the manager to the time he turned on the light and walked out, it was exactly ten seconds.

At this time, no matter how stupid the six are, they know what kind of people these are, pure Chinese, and they can understand this sentence. Just as they were about to open their mouths to beg for mercy, the weapons in the hands of the four killing gods were sold one after another, and the six of them did not even make a single note, and fell to the ground with a look of remorse. They really regret it, and they don't know which scripture is wrong, they came here to spill, and now they even take their own lives.

The five of them nodded, and carefully inspected the ballroom, after confirming that none of them were alive.

After turning off the lights and locking the door, the group of five ran directly to the next location.

(To be continued)