Zhang Yong was nervous.

Is there anyone else in Stippunk?

Who the hell is inside?

Is it Wang Defa? How did he escape?

Confrontation.

Minutes and seconds passed.

Their location is quite remote, with almost no people around.

The silence makes the tension soar.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Zhang Yong shot again.

Let's blow up the two front wheels first.

In case the other party drives crazy and rushes upwards, he may be in danger.

Be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years.

But not close. Continue to keep a distance of more than ten meters.

At this distance, he can accurately hit the target. At the same time, hope that the opponent's marksmanship is worse than his own.

Hmm, the gods and Buddhas bless you......

Suddenly, the window slowly fell. Zhang Yong's hand holding the trigger was trembling.

The slightest mistake would make him keep shooting. Until the other party is killed.

This is the legendary emptying magazine.

As the window slowly fell, a man's face was revealed.

There was only one person.

No one else.

Zhang Yong breathed a sigh of relief.

This kind of arrest is something he doesn't want to see. He didn't want to face the enemy alone.

Especially the enemies who jump over the wall in a hurry.

However, when he encountered it suddenly, he had no choice.

The other party obviously wanted to run away.

If you run away, you may not come back.

Must be caught!

Hold the gun in both hands and move slowly.

and Stipunk into a vertical state. This makes it easier to see what's going on inside the car.

There really is only one person. But Zhang Yong didn't know him.

Presumably it could be Wang Defa?

The other party slowly opened the car door.

Zhang Yong finally saw it clearly. The other party did not have a gun in his hand.

OK. There are no guns.

But there was a lot of clutter in the car. There are also a lot of cloth pockets.

What are they? I don't know.

"Get out of the car!"

"Get out of the car!"

Zhang Yong shouted.

The other party is in the car, and there is still the possibility of resistance.

But if you get out of the car, it's definitely gone. He was confident that he would shoot them to death if they resisted.

"Don't Shoot......"

"Don't Shoot......"

The target raised his hand. Get off the bus slowly.

He seemed very cooperative. Not at all like the legendary Japanese spy.

"Everything is ...... for you"

"You let me go......"

"I have a lot of dollars, gold bars in my car, ......"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The gun went off.

Zhang Yong shot without hesitation.

Dollar?

Gold bar?

I'm sorry. You shouldn't tempt me with this. It's true.

I wanted to keep you alive. But, alas.

"You ......"

The goal is incredible.

He never thought that Zhang Yong would shoot directly.

No......

I'm Japanese......

I'm a spy......

Aren't you supposed to catch it alive? How to shoot......

Don't talk about martial virtues......

He desperately wanted to speak, but unfortunately, there was no chance.

Limp and paralyzed on the ground.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Zhang Yong stepped forward and checked. Close-range refills.

Both the left and right chests are refilled. Convinced to be dead.

Only then did they quickly approach the car. Probe to take a look. Boy. There really are dollars. There are gold bars.

Without thinking, grab it immediately and put it all in your carry-on space.

This is floating wealth. There is no proof of death. Don't take it for nothing. Anyway, the wealth of the Rongsheng sugar factory is enough, and it is not bad for these.

Keep flipping through other things......

A codebook was discovered. It's all in Japanese. Yes, the evidence is ironclad. This guy is a Japanese spy. But no radio station was found.

Frown.

How can there be no radio?

Is it in the trunk of the car?

Don't worry about it for now. Keep flipping. See the valuable, the small in size, and keep it all for yourself......

Two boxes of bullets were found. All for Browning M1935 pistols. It's quirky. There are bullets. But there were no guns. What is the operation. Incorporate it into your personal space without thinking.

Five more grenades were found. It's all Japanese-style melon grenades. Good stuff. Hide your head.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me. Hurriedly turned back.

Someone arrived.

Found out that something was wrong.

Not their own people. It is from the Party Affairs Investigation Department.

One by one, they all brandished pistols and rushed up with great vigour. Apparently attracted by the sound of gunfire.

Bastard!

Chase so fast! Still chasing here! I really thought I was a member of the Red Party!

Shoot immediately without thinking.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Several shots were fired in one go.

The two spies who rushed to the front fell in response. Others hurried away.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Other agents opened fire.

Zhang Yong hurriedly lay on the ground.

Bullets grazed overhead. Completely overpower him.

Secretly complained.

Made, when will the reinforcements come?

Hurry up!

I'm going to die if it's too late......

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw what might be Wang Defa's corpse, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

This pot must be carried by the Party Affairs Investigation Department.

It was precisely because the Party Affairs Investigation Department suddenly came out that he had to kill Wang Defa.

Who knows if the other party is going to steal the head?

Perfect excuse.

Li Boqi will definitely detain all the basins on the Party Affairs Investigation Office. The same will be true for other peaks. It's all routine.

"Up!"

"Up!"

Someone was heard calling.

Quietly looked up. It was found to be Ye Wansheng.

Made, this guy, didn't kill him last time. What a loss. What a broken grenade. You can't kill anyone by blowing it up. Really.

"Yes!"

Ye Wansheng also discovered Zhang Yong.

His eyes suddenly darkened. Nor do they speak. Direct command attack.

Zhang Yong?

Kill!

Catch the lone Lixing Club personnel, he Ye Wansheng will definitely not be soft!

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The gunfire continued.

Agents of the Party Investigation Department tried to get closer.

Zhang Yong secretly complained.

Made, this time it might really be hanging.

Sloppy......

Lao Tzu is unwilling!

The money that Lao Tzu got for ink has not been spent......

Drunk and dreaming of death, drunk and golden, I haven't tasted any of them.

The ten-mile ocean field on the beach, the city that never sleeps, has not tasted yet.

Watch your surroundings and get ready to run.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Bullets skimmed. Danger is fraught. At stake.

He also shot out indiscriminately. Fortunately, there are a lot of bullets in the carry-on space. You can make it casually.

Ahhh

Repeatedly tell yourself that when you go out in the future, you must do two things:

The first thing: there should be more people.

The second piece: more guns.

The same mistake should never be made a second time......

"Want to run?"

"Chase!"

The corner of Ye Wansheng's mouth sneered.

How could he let Zhang Yong run away? Unless it's him who can fly!

"Boom!"

Suddenly, there was a loud bang.

It seems to have exploded with a grenade. I was taken aback.

Damn it!

What is it?

It turned out that Zhang Yong threw a grenade.

He only has one gun, and of course he can't take out so many enemies. Only threw grenades.

I don't know if it blew up the enemy. But the enemy's offensive was temporarily contained.

"Bastard!"

"Up!"

Ye Wansheng shouted angrily.

However, his spies were no longer so active.

After all, the other side has grenades. This thing is too dangerous. If it is blown up, it is also crippled if it does not die.

"Boom!"

Sure enough, there was another loud bang.

There were really spies who were bombed. Flesh and blood flying. The scene was a mess. The other agents hurriedly lay down.

"Bastard ......"

Ye Wansheng was anxious and angry.

I didn't expect the other party to have so many grenades.

Damn it!

I knew that they also brought grenades.

However, the Party Investigation Department rarely uses weapons such as grenades. I don't usually bring it at all.

What grenades are needed to deal with the Red Party.

They're all going to be caught alive, okay.

"Da Da Da ......"

"Da Da Da ......"

At this moment, there was a sudden rush of gunfire in the distance.

Zhang Yong was immediately overjoyed. It's the Thomson submachine gun! It seems that their own reinforcements are coming.

But he didn't dare to look up. For fear of being hit by a stray bullet.

The Thomson submachine gun uses 11.43 mm caliber bullets and has a long range, killing people up to 300 meters away. He didn't want to die so unjustly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw several agents being hit by bullets from the side. The old man died miserably.

"Misunderstanding ......"

"Misunderstanding ......"

Suddenly, someone screamed.

The sound stopped abruptly. Presumably hit by a bullet.

Gotcha, it's a fart!

What a misunderstanding there is! You want to kill me, is there a misunderstanding?

Now the reinforcements of our Lixing Club are coming, and we will fight back. You call it a misunderstanding? Your mom married your dad just misunderstood......

"Da Da Da ......"

"Da Da Da ......"

Sure enough, the gunfire didn't stop.

I don't know if Wei Yong or Cao Mengqi is here?

It is estimated to be Cao Mengqi.

Only this guy could be so murderous. He finally seized the opportunity to kill the Party Affairs Investigation Department, how could he let it go?

Sure enough, in the sound of gunshots like popping beans, several more spies fell.

If you really want to talk about battlefield fighting, it is better to go to the Lixing Society. After all, there are a lot of military cadets and police cadets. Playing with guns is a good hand. Also brought a lot of Thomson. That's heavy firepower.

"Withdraw!"

"Withdraw!"

Ye Wansheng was anxious and angry.

Bastard!

Let's do it! Heavy firepower is also used!

Excessively!

It's too much!

It's Cao Mengqi again, this bastard!

Cao Mengqi held a Thomson submachine gun and swept all the way, without mercy. Kill anyone you see.

Only a pistol of the special agent of the Party Affairs Investigation Department, where is the opponent of the Thomson submachine gun? Whether it is range or power, it is eighteen streets behind. There are only points for being beaten.

A spy showed his head slightly, and his head was blown off the spot by a string of bullets. Dead on the spot.

Helpless, Ye Wansheng could only retreat in a hurry.

"Zhang Yong!"

"Zhang Yong!"

Cao Mengqi's eager cry came.

Only then did Zhang Yong stand up. Hands. Say you're fine. I touched my crotch again. It's fine.

The others gathered together.

Zhang Yong glanced at it. Good guys, so many Thomsons.

Zhong Yang, Wu Liuqi, Wei Yong and others also used Thomson. There are more than a dozen of them. No wonder the fire is so ferocious.

Secretly summing up the experience. Remind yourself.

Next time you fight, be sure to bring enough Thomson. This Chicago typewriter is really super ferocious.

In terms of firepower, we are the ancestors of the Party Affairs Investigation Department!