On April 8th, the day before Showa Day, the Xingtai Railway Station was heavily guarded, and hundreds of ordinary people who were about to take the bus were watched brutally by the Japanese in a squadron who had just arrived. The plaster flags on the box office were floating weakly in the wind, and the sun shone on it, dyed a layer of blood.

The Japanese military police brutally cleared the entire street in a short period of time. Except for the shops of a few Japanese merchants that were not closed, all other shops were forcibly closed and all pedestrians were driven away. The Japanese soldiers with live ammunition looked everywhere, and the commanding heights of the streets and forks on the roads were controlled by the Japanese soldiers. The spy team in the county was dispatched to be responsible for the vigilance on the farther perimeter.

Zhang Wu secretly looked at the wooden second floor in the yard next to him. It was the Huang family's house. Now it was empty. Master Huang gave this place to himself and planned to sell it to make some money, but it seemed that he had no hope.

As soon as the train was squirting heavily, a large group of Japanese soldiers rushed down and surrounded a tight protective circle. He walked off the train in a military uniform, looked around casually, and smiled and walked towards the Akimizu Kaguchijiro who had already met.

"You are here." Akimizu Kaguchijiro put away his lost mood and said with a humble smile: "Thank you all the way."

"Your Excellency Akimi, please take care of me." Sakov Inuguchi held the hand that Akimi Kamejiro reached out and said in a relatively calm tone.

"Your Excellency Inue, please be polite." Akihiko Kamejiro turned sideways and introduced several Japanese officers to Inue to welcome his new boss one after another.

Yikou nodded frequently with an approachable smile.

The successive major and vicious security incidents finally caused serious dissatisfaction at the headquarters of the North China Expeditionary Army. Sakao Inuguchi came to take over the position of Akimizu Kazujiro. After the handover, Akimizu Kazujiro was about to be demoted and sent to the front line.

General Akimizu Kaguchijiro was unwilling to accept it, and his depressed mood was covered up well. He reached out to make a gesture of invitation, "Please get in the car. Go to the commander's residence to have a detailed discussion."

"I'm working hard." Iguchi smiled reservedly, "Your Excellency Qiushui and I will chat with you on the road. I really hope you can get your guidance." After walking, he walked forward.

Two trucks led the way, full of Japanese men carrying guns and bullets, a car in the middle, and two Japanese military vehicles behind them, slowly driving into the county town.

"Akimizu. Why did the public security situation worsen so much?" Inuguchi Sakao said to Akimizu Kaguchijiro in a sincere tone in the car: "You are my senior, please ask me."

Akimizu Kaguchijiro sighed softly and nodded, "Kun Iguchi, I know you don't want to repeat my mistakes. When I arrive at the headquarters, I will explain the situation clearly in detail, and I hope it will be helpful to you."

"Please, please." Sakao Iguchi lowered his head modestly. After firing the bullets within three minutes, he packed up his guns and retreated to the small door of the backyard. Wu Ming moved his neck left and right, stuffed the only red bullet with a special-seeded bullet into the gun chamber, and didn't know if he had retreated. A faint sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The day before yesterday, with the help of Zhang Wu, he sneaked into the county town and carefully observed the terrain and chose this place helplessly. It is nearly a thousand meters away from the street leading to the Akimi Kaguchiro's residence. The Japanese avoided it was closely guarded, and it was a bit safe. However, the angle and height were unsatisfactory. Only in a short time when the car passed through the front entrance, he had the opportunity to open his mouth and shoot. But what could he do in just a few seconds?

The sound of car horns came from afar. In the scope, you can see the alert Japanese soldiers were a little nervous and commotion. Finally, they came. Wu Ming narrowed his eyes and pointed his muzzle ahead.

One, two, three, Wu Ming's muzzle slowly moved. When the car in the middle was about to reach the middle of the intersection, he gently pulled the plate machine, and the bullet flew out at high speed, passing through the Japanese standing by the road, hitting the car's fuel tank.

"Boom", the car suddenly bounced, and a large ball of flames emerged, and the fire quickly wrapped the entire car.

The Japanese in charge of the alert were stunned for a moment, and immediately rushed forward to rescue him in screaming.

The car door was kicked open, and Jiro Akimizu, who was on fire, jumped out and turned around to pull the car to Sakao Inoue, mainland.

"Bang, bang, bang..." Wu Ming fired several shots in just a few seconds, quickly put away the gun, sat up, hid his body behind the window of the small attic, and quickly dismantled the gun with both hands. He threw the broken gun into his backpack. He grabbed the backpack with one hand and the rope that had been prepared in the other hand. With only two lifts and lands, he jumped to the ground.

When he pushed open the small door of the backyard, Zhang Wu's anxious face was approaching. Wu Ming smiled and nodded, and said simply: "Let's go, it's over. Two minutes and ten seconds."

"The whole city is martial law, catch the murderer." Yamura Masata, whose injuries have been healed, howled angrily, directing the devils and spies to spread out along the streets and alleys, searching for all suspicious people. Of course, a large number of people were put into the direction of the gunfire.

A group of devils surrounded the tight walls of people, protecting the dead and wounded Jiro Akimizu and Sako Inguchi, who were killed and injured. Masata Yamura pushed away the Japanese soldiers blocking him. When he saw Jiro Akimizu with his own eyes, his anger could no longer be suppressed. Jiro Akimizu was hit by two bullets on the back. The powerful killing bullets made his internal organs mess up and he had already died and could not die anymore. Sako Inguchi was lucky that a bullet hit his thigh. Although the fire burned him to a great extent, he could barely survive.

"Search every household." Yamura Masata looked at the stretcher that was quickly carried away, and burst out from his teeth word by word, "I will never give up until I catch Wang Busi."

"It's thirty meters left of the alley in front." Zhang Wu said slightly panting.

"Don't be afraid, as long as your intelligence is accurate, there will be no problem." Wu Ming reminded.

"I understand." Zhang Wu shook his head secretly and said to himself that this son-in-law is all bold guys, and he looks calm and unhurried. This is in the Japanese's nest.

After leaving the alley, Wu Ming saw the gate of the spy team. Two spies on guard were standing there anxiously, not knowing what was going on in chaos.

"Zhang Wu. What's wrong with this?" The two spies saw Zhang Wu leading a gray-faced companion to come over and hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

"Someone assassinated Taijun in the street." Zhang Wu deliberately gasped and saw Wu Ming walking around the corner of his eyes.

Wu Ming punched a spy on the back of the head, and another palm knife cut it accurately at the neck of the spy who looked up in shock.

Today, the spy team was dispatched in full swing, leaving only four spy guards. After entering the gate, Wu Ming and Zhang Wu successfully killed two other guys. A moment later, a three-wheeled motorcycle drove out of the spy team. Wu Ming and Zhang Wu were wearing Japanese clothes, and there was a spy tied in the sidewall, with blood-covered faces flying straight to the train station. Behind him, a wisp of black smoke slowly rose. The smoke column became bigger and bigger, and the blazing flames began to burn in the spy team compound.

After the chaos broke out, every family closed its doors, and there were no trace of people on the streets of the county town. The howlings of the Japanese and the footsteps sounded from time to time. Hehe, no matter how many Japanese and spies there were, it was impossible to fill the entire county town. Do you want to search from house to door, will I wait stupidly? Wu Ming sneered and took advantage of this chaos so that I could rush out.

Under the guidance of Zhang Wudi, Wu Ming drove a motorcycle through the streets and alleys, pretending to be a Japanese spy who captured the murderer. His proficient Japanese and his spy certificate were replaced by a fake spy certificate, he arrived at the train station smoothly.

The fence leading to the platform was full of Japanese soldiers. Before they could get on the bus, the passengers were squatting on the platform and being held in custody. Two or three locomotives were slowly spitting white mist on the rails.

Wu Ming stopped the motorcycle with a "ga" sound, jumped out of his seat, and lit up the ID card to meet the Japanese officer who was about to ask, and said briefly and majesticly: "A middle-aged man in his thirties has a purple birthmark on his back. Please send someone to cooperate with the search and this person will identify it." As he said that, he pointed at the spy with his finger on his face.

"I understand." The Japanese officer was stunned for a moment, and while answering, he looked at Wu Ming with a dusty face. He couldn't help but admire him. The efficiency of this work was really fast. He identified the suspect so quickly and even caught one.

Wu Ming pulled out his pistol, carried his bag in his left hand, led Zhang Wuda through the fence openly, entered the platform, looked at the common people squatting on the platform with cold eyes, raised his head, glanced at the motorcycle with white mist, nodded slightly, and ordered the Japanese following behind: "You search the carriage, I'll go to the front of the car."

There was white paint on the left hand, which should be this one. Wu Ming relaxed a little and walked over like frost.

The driver and the furnace in the car had been controlled by the two Japanese soldiers and were squatting there honestly. Wu Ming walked up to him, waved his hand at the two Japanese soldiers, and ordered: "Go and tell other soldiers who searched. The suspect should try his best to catch the ground alive and beware of him committing suicide."

The two Japanese soldiers hesitated for a moment. Before they could speak, Wu Ming glared at him and shouted, "Go quickly, I've missed the matter and shot you."

Seeing the two Japanese soldiers trotting away, Wu Ming smiled and made a few gestures to the driver and the stewards. The driver and the stewards smiled knowingly, turned around and ran onto the motorcycle.

The train started slowly, and white mist was spewing out with difficulty. Wu Ming and Zhang Wu pulled out their pistols and watched the movement outside.

The abnormal situation attracted the attention of the Japanese. More than a dozen Japanese chased them along the platform and kept shouting loudly.

The train was slowly accelerating. Wu Ming looked at the Japanese outside and sneered and raised his pistol.

"Ba, ba, ba..." The bullets fired quickly made the Japanese roll and crawl. With a high whistle, a high whistle was like a roar from a lion, and the train rushed out of the station and ran towards the distance.

With a "bang", Yamura Masata smashed the telephone receiver in his hand to pieces, and let out a sad and angry howl at the sky like a dying wolf.

Akimizu Kaguchijiro died, and Sakao Iguchi, who had just taken over, was seriously injured. Life and death were unpredictable. You can imagine his fate. Yamura Masata walked slowly with heavy steps. As a samurai, he had his own pride and was subject to military law trial. That was the greatest insult to him. Only in that way can the honor of the samurai be preserved. The young man stood up straight, his eyes turned to the distance, and smiled. Wang Busi, he had never met you, which is really a pity. Fortunately, there are not many Chinese people like you, otherwise... hehe, Yamura Masata shook his head with a wry smile.

"Mao Ma, because you helped me, you used all the eyes and ears of the station. I really feel that I owe you a favor." Wu Ming hugged Kuang Ma's shoulder and walked slowly on the mountain road.

"If you want to, you can still do it." Kuangma smiled sly and turned his head to look at Wu Ming.

"Don't even think about it." Wu Ming pushed away the crazy horse, "I must leave. The debt of favors cannot be ruined. Let's talk about it later!"

"Are you kidding?" Kuangma explained with a smile: "How dare you let me return it?"

Wu Ming laughed happily, turned around and called Zhang Wu over, and said to Kuangma: "Since you don't have to pay it back, I'll just be more deductive and give him to you and help me take good care of it."

"No problem." Kuangma patted his chest, "All good guys can do it with you, I like it."

"Finally, there is no need to be afraid." Zhang Wu sighed with relief, "My son-in-law brought me out. If I go back there and reunite with my family, I guess Mr. Huang wouldn't blame me."

Wu Ming smiled and looked at the two of them, "Let's go, you have your own way, I want to do my business, don't cry, I don't like men's tears."
Chapter completed!