Pudong, combat readiness warehouse.

Koyama Mitsuhide and two of his colleagues are on duty in the duty room.

The duty is very boring, and the combat readiness warehouse is a military restricted area. Idle people are not allowed to enter, so there are naturally no entertainment activities, so Koyama Mitsuhide and others are at most playing poker cards.

After another game of poker, Koyama Mitsuhide looked up at the wall clock and found that the time had already pointed to one o'clock in the morning.

At that moment, Koyama Mitsuhide said to his two colleagues: "Nakamura, Kawai, the time is almost over, and it's almost time for the guests to go to the side door, otherwise we'll do our work first?"

The other two Japanese nodded happily and stood up one after another.

It is obviously not possible to steal gasoline from the combat preparation warehouse and sell it alone with Mitsuhide Koyama alone.

In fact, in addition to Mitsuhide Koyama and two deputy players, there are also oil depot posts, with more than a hundred people participating in the reselling of gasoline, which has formed a chain of smuggling interests.

Otherwise, it would be a dream to smuggle gasoline from the heavily guarded combat readiness warehouse!

In a short while, Koyama Mitsuhide and the other two arrived at the side door of the oil depot. There were also Japanese guard posts on the side door of the oil depot, but the Japanese standing guard were also involved, so they pretended that they didn't see it.

When the door opened, I saw that it was pitch black outside. When the sea breeze blew, I could smell the smell of salty fish.

Koyama Mitsuhide raised his flashlight and shook it three times at the bamboo forest opposite. After a while, the low roar of the truck engine sounded from the bamboo forest opposite.

Not long after, a Dodge truck slowly drove out of the bamboo forest.

The truck slowly approached and recently stopped outside the side door of the combat readiness warehouse.

Although they have done many smuggling business, Koyama Mitsuhide and the others are still very cautious.

Before the truck approached, Koyama Mitsuhide and the other three took out the southern pistol at their waists and asked the guards in the gate to set up the heavy machine gun.

For Mitsuhide Xiaoshan and others, it is important to make money by selling combat gasoline secretly, but safety is also important.

Otherwise, because of one negligence, there will be a mistake in tens of thousands of tons of aviation gasoline in the combat readiness warehouse, then no one involved will survive! All will die!

The truck door opened and a Chinese man jumped out of the car.

The Chinese went up to hand over a cigarette to Xiaoshan Mitsuhide and said flatteringly: "Taijun, smoke a cigarette."

"Stop doing this." Koyama Mitsuhide waved his hand, pointed at the carriage and preached, "Open!"

The Chinese had no choice but to walk to the rear of the carriage and pull open the canopy covered on the carriage.

Koyama Mitsuhide and two other Japanese devils walked to the front of the truck, and one of them climbed onto the truck and carefully checked every corner of the carriage.

But I saw that the carriage was filled with oil barrels.

Apart from these oil barrels, no other items can be seen.

Oh by the way, there is also a layer of wooden mat on the bottom of the truck.

The wooden mat is a bit thick, but Xiaoshan Mitsuhide and the others didn't care too much about it.

Seeing that there was no problem, Xiaoshan Mitsuhide signaled the Japanese in the car to jump out of the car, then waved his hand to the Chinese driving and said, "Go in quickly, I will only give you two hours, hurry up! Also, the old rules are only allowed to take the gasoline from the oil tank on the far left, remember!"

"Hayi, remember." The Chinese nodded repeatedly, then turned over and climbed into the car.

Immediately afterwards, the Dodge truck started again and slowly drove into the side door.

At this moment, a Japanese officer rushed over and shouted loudly from a distance: "Stop!"

Seeing this, Koyama Mitsuhide and two other Japanese officers suddenly felt a stern and subconsciously took out their guns.

The guards guarding behind the circular barricade also turned the muzzle of the Type 92 heavy machine gun and pointed it at the Dodge truck that had just driven into the side door.

The Chinese man's head poked out from the car window and asked, "Taijun, what's wrong?"

"Don't move!" The officer rushing over waved his pistol and shouted, "Stay honestly in the car!"

While speaking, the officer had already stepped forward and lifted the tent. Koyama Mitsuhide also ran over and looked at the officer with confusion.

The officer didn't say much and lifted up a wooden cushion with force.

Wooden mats are generally used to protect the bottom plate, so the bottom of the wooden mat should be empty, but after the officer lifted the wooden mat, he was frightened to find that there were bundles of strong bombs hidden under the wooden mat!

This is just a wooden cushion. If all the wooden cushions are lifted, how much explosive will there be?

This shock was really extraordinary, but just as Koyama Mitsuhide was about to shoot the driver, a sudden change occurred.

With a bang, a stream of black smoke ejected from the exhaust port of the Dodge truck, and then the truck rushed forward suddenly.

Until the truck rushed out more than ten meters, Xiaoshan Hikari finally reacted and roared shrillly: "Kill him quickly, beat him to death, beat him to death, beat him to death!"

Then, Koyama Mitsuhide and the Japanese officer opened fire continuously at the same time.

Almost at the same time, the heavy machine gun behind the ring barricade also opened fire violently.

As soon as the gunfire sounded, more Japanese sentries nearby immediately alarmed.

The next moment, teams of Japanese sentries flocked to the side doors from all directions with bright bayonets.

...

Looking at the Japanese sentry flocking toward all directions, Zhang Renhong's heart sank into the Nine Nether Hell in an instant, and there was no chance!

At this time, Zhang Renhong could even see the huge tank body of the oil tank.

The nearest oil storage tank is less than fifty meters, but these fifty meters have become an insurmountable natural barrier!

Because the Japanese sentry had already reacted at this time and closed the two obstacles between the side door and the oil tank area again. The truck could break the wooden antlers, but it was impossible to break the iron horse.

But even if you can't get it away, Zhang Renhong will never give up.

"Ah..." Zhang Renhong roared loudly and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.

The Dodge truck made a roar, like a bull slamming into an iron horse.

"Boom!" Accompanied by the violent impact, the Dodge truck stopped abruptly.

Under the action of huge inertia, Zhang Renyou's body flew out of the seat. If the steering wheel had not blocked it, it would have smashed the glass window and fell out of the car.

But even so, Zhang Renhong was also furious.

With just a delay, dozens of Japanese sentries were already surrounded by bayonets.

The Japanese sentry opened fire violently while walking forward, and the truck was instantly sieved.

Zhang Renhong, who was sitting in the driver's seat, also hit dozens of shots in a row, and blood was soaring. Zhang Renhong could even clearly feel that his vitality was passing rapidly.

A smirk slowly rose from the corner of Zhang Renhong's mouth.
Chapter completed!