Yang Zhiying returned to his residence in a depressed mood. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

I was having fun at the custom shop, but I ended up with an order. It is said that a certain member of the empire is going to come to check, and people who are not from the Japanese country must leave immediately, even if Jiro Sugiura goes to dredge up the relationship, it is useless.

"These damn Oriental devils."

Yang Zhiying cursed and pulled out the key.

The rented place was forcibly zoned by the British, and it was not on the treaty at all. Although there are usually red-headed Ah San patrolling, the security here is much worse than that of the genuine concession. However, the money is spent on women, and the accommodation should not be too particular, after all, you can't have both fish and bear's paws.

When he opened the door, he was dragged into the house by a pair of hands. The sudden change frightened him into an exclamation, but his voice stopped abruptly when he was hit with something his forehead.

"Shut up, I'll kill you if you're not honest!"

Listening to the tone of the speech, Yang Zhiying immediately knew who was coming.

"Are you Japanese?"

"Don't talk nonsense!"

received a hard slap in the face, and Yang Zhiying's eyes were full of stars.

"Whoa!"

As soon as the door was shut, the bright light from a flashlight shone on his eyes, making him dizzy.

"Yang Sang, let's get straight to the point and hand over all your drawings!"

Hearing this, Yang Zhiying said in horror:

"I don't know what the drawings are, I just went to Jiro Sugiura to mix rice, you special high-tech found the wrong person!"

There were six people standing in front of him, led by a black trench coat. Because the top hat on his head was covered, he couldn't see his appearance clearly. However, Yang Zhiying also guessed the identity of the other party, and this time he trembled even more.

"Yang Sang, you are very dishonest."

The voice was eerie, like a poisonous snake that was swallowing a letter.

"Smack!"

Before the words fell, a plate was smashed to pieces in an instant.

The man in black picked up one of them and asked coldly:

"Yang Sang, give you another chance."

Looking at the sharp porcelain pieces, Yang Zhiying's legs were weak. I don't know if it was fear or subconscious, he actually shook his head.

The man in black sneered, pinched Yang Zhiying's mouth, and casually stuffed the piece of porcelain into it.

"Smack!"

This was followed by a hard slap.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, Yang Zhiying almost fainted in pain. He quickly nodded and begged for mercy, but the other party had no intention of stopping.

"Bang Bang!"

After dozens of consecutive slaps, the black-clothed man stopped and said:

"Yang Sang, I like people with backbone the most, so there are more reasons to torture him, are you such a person?"

Yang Zhiying's face was rotten, and the moment the other party stopped, he quickly lay on the ground and spit out all the broken porcelain pieces in his mouth. However, I don't know how many teeth there are on the blood-stained white ground.

Before he could wail, his hand was grabbed by the man in black again.

"Yang Sang, let me ask you again, where is the thing? Otherwise, I will take you back to the Japanese Concession and serve you with the best torture. ”

"Click!"

There was a crisp sound at the phalanges, and Yang Zhiying immediately let out a miserable scream.

"Because of your lack of cooperation, this finger can no longer touch the beauty, so is this finger next?"

Hearing this, Yang Zhiying didn't dare to hide it anymore, and he said in a trembling voice:

"I'll give it all to you, give it all to you! You move the bed out of the way, and the stuff is in the back! ”

The man in black said coldly:

"Yang Sang, my patience is limited, don't try to challenge!"

The bed had been pushed open, but there was nothing. For a moment, the man in black sneered.

Seeing that he was about to make a move again, Yang Zhiying screamed:

"The second layer of bricks in the corner, the fifth block from the left is movable, you can take it away."

The brick was indeed movable, and it fell off with a dagger, and after a few strokes of it, he took out a thin booklet.

"Shao Zuo, it's a firearm design."

When the man in black heard this, he smiled and said:

"Yang Sang, you don't have to suffer if you take it out directly, do you only have this one in your hand?"

Yang Zhiying smiled bitterly:

"That's all ......."

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw a flash of light in the room.

"Bang!"

"Poof!"

The man in black stood up and kicked Yang Zhiying's corpse with his foot, only to see that a round hole had appeared in the center of his eyebrows.

"It's useless anymore, so let's kill it!"

"Kuroda Shaoza, I've checked here many times, and this person has no other useful information."

The man in black said coldly:

"Close!"

"Hey!"

Before the answerer could finish speaking, a sharp pain came from under his feet, and when he tried to see what was going on, his body fell to the ground uncontrollably. In the last bit of light, he saw clumps of wood chips flying up the wooden floor.

"Ambush ......!"

The fourth group of special operations had already arrived nearby, and they had searched Yang Zhiying's residence, but they found nothing. Just when they were waiting for the rabbit, another group of people came.

"The Japanese Kingdom Tianjin Special High School Special Squad Unit!"

On the ground in Tianjin, they had already fought with these people several times, and although they did not suffer losses, they did not take advantage, which made the members of the special operations group hold their stomachs.

"Team leader, Yang Zhiying's downstairs is a utility room, and there is only a wooden floor slab."

A warrior whispered.

"A small group attacked from the stairs and rushed in when the gunfire stopped. The second group comes with me. ”

Knowing the location of the widow by listening to the voice, the special combat team member who came to the utility room raised the flower trap in his hand.

"Da Da Da!"

Countless bullets passed through the planks and burrowed into the bodies in an instant. A few Japanese people who were still flaunting their might just now immediately fell to the ground.

"Safety!"

The first group waiting at the top of the stairs pushed open the door with one palm at the moment when the gunfire stopped.

"Smack!"

A pillar of light shone into the room, and several people were seen lying in pools of blood. The leader of the group glanced at it and immediately shouted:

"One less, be careful!"

Before he could say anything, he saw a man jump from the window. He raised his hand to a shuttle, but it fell into the air.

"Bang Bang!"

Gunshots were heard downstairs, but a shout followed.

"Chase!"

The concession here is mostly low, chaotic bungalows, and the man in black is scurrying around like a rat, shooting from time to time to create chaos.

Not far behind him, the fighters of the special operations team also gave chase. It's a pity that there are too many curves here, and several shots failed to hit the target, but instead opened up a certain distance.

"Don't shoot, hurry up and catch up!"

Seeing that the people behind him were chasing closer and closer, Kuroda Shaoza was also anxious. But at this moment, a military vehicle appeared in front of him. When Kuroda Shaozo saw the sign on it, he couldn't help but feel a burst of joy in his heart, he didn't expect that there were his own people here.

He walked around to the other side of the car in a few steps, took out his papers, and shouted in Japanese:

"I'm Kuroda Shaoza of the Special High School Special Forces, and someone is chasing me from behind." (To be continued.) )