Two of the guys noticed two red lasers shining at them, and the red dots fluttered around their chests, they had never seen what the gendarme was holding in his hands on the other side, but it looked like some kind of enlarged shell gun. The quick reaction tried to crouch down quickly, but where was the fast bullet.

Lu Qingshan pulled the trigger, and two MP5Ks equipped with * sprayed flames at the same time, and he tried to control the weapons on both hands, and evenly swept everyone.

In slow motion, he could clearly see the staggering movements and painful expressions of everyone on the other side after being shot, those who raised their hands to cover them, their arms were swept off by the dense metal sprayed from the muzzle, and those who tried to crouch were directly hit in the head. He even observed that Chu Aiyun was still laboriously pulling out his gun from behind.

The scene of flesh and blood flying ended in 2 seconds, and to be on the safe side, when Lu Qingshan shot, he didn't particularly aim, but just swept at the approximate chest height, and no one could escape.

The gunfire stopped, and the eight men were lying on the ground writhing, the blood on the ground didn't even have time to come together, and behind the cafeteria, the blackboard with engine repair tips and the week's duty list was riddled with bullet holes. Lu Qingshan walked over with a smoking gun, and when he saw the guy who was still panting, he raised his hand to make up for a short point. Then look for other refill guns that are still alive, he doesn't have to be too anxious, even if those who are not dead, they can't shout.

At this time, Chu Aiyun had already found the pistol, and it seemed that there was nothing to do with him.

Lu Qingshan walked to the dying high field.

"What the hell did I do wrong......" Takano looked at the fading face in horror, still wondering why the Japanese wanted to kill him.

"Why don't you fix the armored car outside?" Lu Qingshan said in Hokkien that this question would inevitably make the dying person in front of him go to Huangquan with wrong information.

He participated in the last operation and knew that the armored car had only been swept to a few tires by Thompson, which was a fact that these people had been grinding for more than a week, and had not repaired it at all.

When he aimed at Takano, he found that there was no need to refill the gun, and the guy's pupils began to dilate, apparently dead.

"Inform HQ that the mission is complete here. I'm going to search and see if anyone has been caught. Once you're done communicating, you go to the jack. ”

After Lu Qingshan explained this, he left the cafeteria. This battle was clean, and now it has come to the second critical point of the mission, how to fix that armored car.

In the outpatient room on the first floor of Ono Dental, everyone is waiting for news. The drone saw that everyone was tricked into the cafeteria, and then through all the windows of the cafeteria, he saw a violent flash of light that lasted for a second or two, and Lin Xiuxuan knew that he had succeeded.

"Weasel, here is an owl, the voles have been eliminated, repeat, the voles have all been eliminated, and nothing has slipped through the net."

"Owl, we'll be there right away."

Lin Xiuxuan got up with the others, then each carried his belongings, slipped out of Ono Dental, and headed towards the repair shop. In this hospital, only Xu Chong and his observers remained. Soon night will come, and the favorable battlefield that belongs to them will come.

On the 419th, the news was obtained synchronously, and Cheng Dayang issued an order to carry out the last * test, and all the terrain matching data had been entered. Once launched, * will fly along the coastline into Wusongkou and then hit the target. But there is still a waiting period for the final action.

In the repair shop on Wusong Road, Lu Qingshan searched every room one by one, even the separated toilets, and found no leaks. When he returned to the repair yard, Chu Aiyun had already begun to estimate the extent of the damage.

Lu Qingshan opened the back door and walked into the armored car. He wanted to check the bullet holes left by Xu Chong that day. Sure enough, in the front and back of the machine gun tower, a sleek hole was found, and it is presumably that the shooter was killed standing in this position that day. There was also a figure of 12.7 written in chalk next to the armor plate, apparently the Japanese also surveyed the caliber.

He inspected the two water-cooled machine guns, both of which were in good condition, with the bullet box at his feet, ready to fire with water.

"How's it going, can you fix it?" Lu Qingshan asked.

"No problem, the fuel tank was hit, it needs to be repaired, the other 3 wheels are broken, it can be solved in two hours. If I have enough time, I can weld 0.5 cm iron plates to the main position of the car body to increase the defensive ability. ”

"Don't destroy the form, we still need to use it to infiltrate the enemy headquarters."

"Owl, weasel call, we're already outside the door."

Lin Xiuxuan's voice sounded on the intercom.

"The owl understands."

Lu Qingshan walked to the door, opened the door and opened the small window, and saw a group of people standing outside. He hurriedly opened the door and let the people in.

Most of the people will spend the last few hours before the operation. Hopefully nothing will happen.

Lin has always been a little apprehensive in his heart, he doesn't know if Zhang Guangcai will return to his little lover today, what will happen if he goes and finds no one? That note was written by Gao Zhicheng with a gun against Chunxiang's head, would that woman realize that she was going to die, and deliberately leave any clues between the lines? Indeed, Zhang Guangcai is the biggest problem in the whole plan, tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, the enemy will search the factory with a high probability, and then the workers will go home on vacation because of the power outage after the Yangshupu power plant was bombed, and the hidden danger is smaller, but Zhang Guangcai will inevitably stay in the factory, will he meet the Japanese, nonsense? This is not necessarily a matter of his personal integrity, but of his adaptability.

At this time, the production in the factory is still going on, and after a while, all the people below Shu Ping and Zhang Guangcai's brother-in-law will board the motorboat and go to the concession warehouse for temporary refuge, and if the enemy does not carry out a search within a day or two, then production will continue as usual.

Lin sat in the cafeteria lying on the ground and looked anxiously at his watch, at this time, the drone's deception work should have begun. The last time the air force bombed Shanghai, the drone recorded part of the air call, which was mixed with some Russian. Since radio communications in this era were not encrypted or frequency hopping, it was certain that the Japanese were also listening. So he was going to put the recording back aside, so that the enemy would mistakenly think that there would be a similar air raid today.

In a reception room at the Japanese Army Headquarters, Onishi Takijiro Osaku was anxiously waiting. The army was anxious to inform him to come and pick up people, but he sat here for a few hours, but never saw those guys appear, he was really a little impatient, and he should have been in the naval attaché's palace at this time, to write a detailed report for the review meeting after returning home.

Helplessly, he took out a few photos from his briefcase and looked at them, which he took on the Pestle Qi miscellaneous ship after being hit by a plane of the Soviet Air Force for China. Due to the signing of the neutrality agreement between Japan and the Soviet Union, the Japanese government decided to deal with the matter coldly and not spread the news to the outside world, but Onishi was not interested in politics, but in the trauma left by the plane after the collision of the ship.

He laid the picture flat on the table, then took out a magnifying glass from his pocket, and when he looked closely, he could see that the entire starboard side was completely torn, but fortunately, the ship was of large tonnage and did not sink. He was too engrossed in his gaze to notice that Kagesa walked behind him.

"This is the ship that was rammed by the Chinese Air Force?" Kagesa asked curiously.

"Oh yes, it's the Pestle, a 30-year-old ship that has been knocked out of a gap. I think this bomber must have thrown all the * away, otherwise it will be blown up and sunk. ”

"I've kept you waiting, we have some minor troubles here, there are some changes in the Quartet, he doesn't agree to sign the document for the release of the prisoner, he said that he must wait for Tokyo's approval, but somehow, all the radio stations can't send and receive telegrams, please wait a little longer."

"If I had known that this was the case, I could have come later."

The two were talking, and suddenly, the air raid siren was raised outside, and then it stopped again.

"One more thing, there may be light control later, just overheard the enemy's air calls. In addition, the observation posts in Hubei and Jiangxi heard the sound of enemy bombers flying by, and it cannot be ruled out that they would fly from these two directions to Nanjing or Shanghai and launch another air attack. ”

"It's so strange," Onishi's brows furrowed, "how did they navigate the night bombardment so far away?" Is this illogical? ”

Of course, he had reason to question the problem of navigation and target identification, which was also a reason for him to shirk responsibility when he reported to his superiors, and he really couldn't think of how the enemy could have jumped thousands of kilometers and precisely threw * into the Yangshupu power plant.

"Maybe there is an enemy radio navigation device in the concession?"

"It is not enough to have navigation, even with the addition of target designation on the ground, dropping a bomb from a few thousand meters will deviate by several hundred meters. I have studied night bombing for a long time and have come to the conclusion that this kind of bombing has no tactical value, and that unless there are hundreds of planes, forming a dense formation, to carry out intensive bombing of a certain area, it is nothing more than waste*. ”

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One thing that is foreseen is that there may be a fee next month. Of course, there are at least 10 times and 9 times for free.

I've been hesitating about this before, not because I hate money, but mainly because the story doesn't unfold. In fact, the operation in Shanghai is just the beginning, and the style of the story that follows is not petty assassinations, eavesdropping on phone calls, etc. But then again, I don't have the final say in this matter alone, saying that if it has not been put on the shelves, it will not contribute to the iron and blood, and the editor also has to speak. I don't know how many 10,000 words others put on the shelves, anyway, I already have 400,000 words here. I'll try to get started until Ma Qiang is rescued and the story enters a new phase. For readers who don't want to pay, this can be regarded as another slightly fruitful paragraph.