Cicada Moving

 Chapter 1256 A day for the new couple (2)

Two minutes ago.

Mamoru Yoshida, whose pseudonym is Zhao Dayang, lay on the bed and looked at the dollars in his hand. After looking at them for a while, he kissed the money hard and the smile on his face became more wanton.

The U.S. dollar is good. With the U.S. dollar, no matter where you go, you will be a superior person. How can the Empire and Locust be as reliable as the U.S. dollar?

Thinking of this, Yoshida Mamoru's smile turned into a sneer. Miyagi Toyoji, a fool, would risk staying in a mountain city for half a year just because of Osako Tosada's sentence. He would not be so stupid.

He finally understood that the superiors in Tokyo and Shanghai did not regard them as human beings at all. In this case, why should they go all the way to the end? It would be good to start a new life again.

As for the family members who stay in the mainland, Yoshida thinks they will understand. The empire has had the custom of "aunt's house" since ancient times. As long as he is still there, the Yoshida family will never be cut off.

Carefully putting the US dollars into his pocket, Mamoru Yoshida put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes, preparing to have a good night's rest. If everything was normal outside tomorrow, he would return to the safe house in the city to hibernate for a while.

Yes, just after returning to the mountain city, Mamoru Yoshida just thought of something. Compared with the Japanese-occupied areas, the Kuomintang-controlled areas with loopholes everywhere were safer. When the storm passed, he could take a plane and transfer to Nanyang to go anywhere in the world.

No one would have thought that he would not leave after taking the money. He raised his feet proudly and was about to hum a tune when subtle footsteps came from outside the door.

Mamoru Yoshida rolled from the bed to the floor, pointing the gun in his hand at the thin wooden door panel, ready to shoot at any time.

After waiting for a while, the footsteps gradually moved away towards the second floor, but Mamoru Yoshida did not relax at all, because the other party was walking towards the "bait". Fortunately, he had made preparations, otherwise he would have been blocked directly in the room.

In the afternoon, while the new waiter was away from the counter, he changed his appearance and used a new ID to open a new room, located next to the counter on the first floor.

As long as someone enters the hotel, he can hear the sound and respond. For this reason, he also deliberately chose a hotel with a swing door to avoid possible surveillance.

Creaking~ The wooden floor in the corridor creaked, and a dark shadow appeared in the gap under the door. Mamoru Yoshida's heart sank a little bit. He knew that he had been exposed, and the agents of the Republic of China were outside the door.

If the other party doesn't come in, he must be blocking the door and notifying others for support. He can't wait any longer. The more people there are on the other side, the smaller the chance of him escaping.

Mamoru Yoshida picked up the water glass on the table and poured the water in the glass onto the switch. After a burst of sparks, all the hotel lights short-circuited and went out. The curtains hung in accordance with the air defense regulations blocked the moonlight, and both the interior and the corridor became pitch black.

The other side of the door.

Almost at the moment when the lights were turned off, Jiang Baochun closed his eyes, pressed his body against the wall, and slowly moved to Room 102 relying on his memory.

A sudden change in brightness from bright to dark will significantly reduce a person's vision, which is very dangerous in a life-and-death fight. It is easy to solve. Adapting to the dark is a skill taught to him in the Hanzhong training class.

More than ten seconds ago, Jiang Baochun realized that the target might be hiding on the first floor. Jiang Baochun decisively asked the chatty agent to go to the second floor to report the news, while he came to block the enemy.

One step, two steps, he finally arrived at the door of Room 102. The room was unusually quiet and no sound could be heard.

Jiang Baochun thought for a while, then slowly took out the kerosene lighter from his pocket and threw it towards the door. The metal lighter collided with the door panel and made a thud.

"Bang bang bang!"

A series of gunshots exploded, and the door was riddled with holes. A few splintered wood chips scratched Jiang Baochun's cheek, leaving several traces of blood.

Jiang Baochun didn't move at all, leaning against the wall with his eyes closed, holding a gun against his left chest with his arms bent, using the high-profile gun-holding action in military unified operations to wait for the enemy to appear and support.

Mamoru Yoshida in the room stood up with his left hand on the ground and moved quickly towards the door. While moving, he continued to shoot at the left door frame to suppress fire.

The reason why he lives in Room 102 on the right side of the corridor is not only for the convenience of monitoring the counter, but also to make a surprise attack difficult. Most people hold a gun in their right hand, which will be very awkward when attacking a room on the same side. You need to lean out half of your body to shoot. .

This kind of small detail is inconspicuous, but it can determine the outcome at a critical moment. The same is true for the cup of water within reach. As long as the power is short-circuited and the lighting is lost, the advantage of numbers will be greatly weakened.

The gunfire rang out slowly, and the cunning Mamoru Yoshida was getting closer and closer to the door. After firing the last bullet in the magazine, he took out a new gun and continued shooting instead of changing the bullet.

On the battlefield, changing guns is always faster than changing ammunition. As long as the shooting interval and rhythm can be grasped, continuous fire suppression can be formed.

Seeing that the target was about to step out of the door, Jiang Baochun made a move. He suddenly ducked down and fired a shot from under the door, successfully forcing the target back.

Mamoru Yoshida stopped and hid at the door, anxious in his heart. He didn't have time to waste time with the other party. Once the other party's support came, it would be difficult to escape.

He focused his mind on the wall in front of him and kept pulling the trigger, trying to use his superior firepower to hit the Republic of China agents through the wall and open an escape route.

The gun in Mamoru Yoshida's hand is the most common Browning 1911 in the Republic of China, with a caliber of 11.43. The bullet is powerful and penetrating, which is very advantageous in this kind of close combat.

Amidst the gunfire, a circular hole appeared in the wall next to Jiang Baochun, and lime powder floated in the air. Compared with Browning, Juntong's ppk is indeed less powerful, but it can easily penetrate a wall made of red bricks. The power of the pistol is not as weak as ordinary people think.

Jiang Baochun calmly turned sideways to reduce the impact area, raised his arms and raised his gun to fight back, and kept moving his feet to prevent the enemy from finding his location based on the sound of gunfire.

Bullets were flying in the air, and a stray bullet shattered the electric light in the corridor. The light bulb shattered into pieces on the ground, reflecting the gunfire.

The two sides fought fiercely across a wall. The ammunition was consumed quickly as you came and I went. Jiang Baochun groaned, his cheek muscles beating violently, and the outside of his thigh was hit by a stray bullet. Within a moment, he was bleeding profusely.

Mamoru Yoshida inside the wall was also covered in blood, but in this case it was impossible to bandage the wound, so everyone could only grit their teeth.

The waitress at the counter was so frightened by the gunshots that she held her head and screamed. Both parties were upset when they heard the gunshots, and they invariably increased the frequency of shooting. Rolling brass bullet casings were everywhere on the ground.

Jiang Baochun emptied the magazine, pressed the magazine latch with his right thumb and flicked it to the side. The old magazine flew out. He pulled out the spare magazine with his left hand, put his index finger on the side of the magazine, accurately found the magazine in the dark and replaced it. Got a new magazine.

There is a little trick here. Even with eyes closed, one hand can quickly find the other hand. Therefore, using the index finger as a guide can eliminate the need to lower the head or reload in low visibility.

(You can try it by making a circle with your right hand, then close your eyes and use your left index finger to find the circle)

After years of actual combat exploration, military commanders have summarized a series of shooting techniques that can help operators gain combat advantages in various environments.

Jiang Baochun pulled the sleeve and reloaded the gun. He felt no pain in his body. The soaring adrenaline blocked his pain. His whole body was extremely excited, and his eyes gradually turned red.

There was only the dull sound of gunfire in the long and narrow corridor. Mamoru Yoshida did not expect the Republic of China agents to be so difficult to deal with. In desperation, he tried to rush out under gunfire, but he was shot in the arm and immediately retreated.

He knew he couldn't run away, and the painful memories of anti-torture training flashed through his mind. No matter when intelligence personnel fell into the hands of the enemy, they would not end well.

Moreover, he will also run out of ammunition. As a lurker, especially a poor lurker, carrying two guns is already the limit.

Mamoru Yoshida gritted his teeth and decided to keep the last bullet for himself. This was not because he was loyal to Tian Locust, but because he was afraid of being tortured.

The Cabinet Intelligence Bureau had done a lot of things in the Kuomintang-controlled area, and it was impossible for the government to spare them. Whether he confessed or not, he would not survive. He would rather choose the latter than being beaten to death or dying directly.

Click... Browning made an empty magazine hang-up sound. Mamoru Yoshida took a deep breath, took out a bullet and filled it into the magazine. After loading, he prepared to put the barrel of the gun into his mouth and kill himself. Only in this way can he guarantee complete death.

But before he could take action, the window of the room shattered with a crash, and then a cylindrical object rolled in front of him, smoking.

"Nani?"

"Boom~"

A loud bang answered Mamoru Yoshida's question, and a white light of hundreds of thousands of lumens suddenly lit up. Mamoru Yoshida screamed and threw away his pistol and covered his eyes.

A few flashlights pierced the darkness. The little agents held on to the window sill and quickly climbed into the room through the back window. They pressed the target firmly and shouted: Control!

In the thick smoke, Jiang Baochun sat down against the wall. Without the stimulation of adrenaline, he only felt sore all over, and even breathing was painful, not much easier than Mamoru Yoshida in the room.

"Are you okay?"

A voice sounded above his head. Jiang Baochun recognized who it was and quickly wanted to get up. Gui Youguang patted his shoulder with a very gentle tone.

"Okay, sit down. You performed well this time. I will take credit for you. How about you? Are you interested in working for the special operations team? If so, I will tell you, Director Wu."

After receiving the report from the talkative agent, Gui Youguang did not go downstairs immediately. Because the corridor was narrow, the agents could not take advantage of their numbers, and going to support would only increase casualties. So he simply led people to climb downstairs and look for opportunities outside the window.

He made a rough guess about the situation in the room based on his voice and experience, such as the time between reloading. Without hard training and a flexible mind, he wouldn't be able to do it so fast.

For this brave and resourceful newcomer, Gui Youguang really wanted to recruit him into the special operations team. Talents are scarce everywhere.

Jiang Baochun was in a dilemma. He didn't want to be a "traitor", but he didn't dare to offend the popular person on the deputy seat. He was suddenly in a dilemma. He couldn't agree, nor could he refuse.

"Youguang, you are poaching my people." Wu Chunyang appeared in time to rescue Jiang Baochun, and even helped him up personally as he spoke.

Not to mention the struggle between the big bald man and Wu Chunyang, in the interrogation room of the military command headquarters, Miyagi Toyoji, who was covered in bruises, had a bucket of ice water poured on his head, and sat shivering on the cold interrogation chair.

At this time, several hours had passed since his arrest. After tasting the "welcome banquet" of the military commander, the elite of the Cabinet Intelligence Bureau kept a tight mouth and did not reveal any useful intelligence.

Gu Qi, who was in charge of the interrogation, thoughtfully brought a wet quilt to cover the other party and muttered: "It's cold, so don't dare to catch a cold."

① Refers to abandoning the elderly and letting them fend for themselves