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However, no matter how unbearable he was, he still notified Zhu Sha of his next action plan.

"Matsumoto Kyoyama, head of the No.18 Brigade of the Japanese Army, arrived in Shanghai yesterday. This person is carrying with him the latest battle plan for the East China battlefield of the Japanese Army."

"I know this person." Zhu Sha said clearly, "According to the usual practice, this person will not stay in Shanghai for too long, three days at most."

"This person is currently staying at the Imperial Hotel, room 725. The poisonous snake ordered, steal the plan, and clear Matsumoto."

"I need your help." Zhu Sha thought for a moment, "The 7th floor of the Imperial Hotel is rented by the Japanese military for a long time, and all the senior officers of the Japanese military who are in Shanghai for a short period live there. Japanese military police guard the stairs. The layout of 725 and My room is the same, they are all suites, there are at least 5 guards in the room, the documents must be kept in the safe, and at least two people are needed to clear Matsumoto and steal the plan.”

Under the dim light of the street lamp, Zhu Sha's face was pale, but extremely indifferent.

When he got off work the next day, Ah Cheng came to Zhu Sha's room as promised.

The phonograph is turned on, the champagne is poured, the ropes and the penis are ready, and it's all about the action.

As the night darkened, two nimble figures quietly approached the balcony on the seventh floor.

Ah Cheng and Zhu Sha climbed onto the terrace from both sides respectively, and the two guards on the terrace died before they could make a sound.

All the windows in Room 725 had curtains drawn, originally to prevent snipers from sneaking up, but at this moment, it became the best cover for their actions.

"Matsumoto Jingshan likes Beethoven, especially Beethoven. I listen to it when I take a bath." A Cheng's mind flashed what Zhu Sha said when he narrated the plan. At this moment, bursts of symphony were being heard in the room.

Glancing at Zhu Sha, holding a gun on guard, Zhu Sha took out a suction cup, buckled it on the glass, took off the ring on his right hand, and cut along the periphery of the glass.

Three minutes later, Ah Cheng and Zhu Sha successfully sneaked into the living room.

It was still one person, standard military martial arts, clean and neat, and the two bodyguards with their backs to the window died without noticing.

The door of the study room was ajar, and the bodyguard inside rushed out when he heard the movement, but before he could make a sound, he was knocked down by Ah Cheng with a backhand shot.

Even though it was installed, there was still some sound in the end.The Japanese military police outside the room couldn't hear it, but it still aroused the vigilance of the secret agents in the cubicle.

Zhu Sha nodded to Ah Cheng, motioning him to get the documents in the safe in the study.

Before carrying out the mission, Ah Cheng suggested that he should deal with Matsumoto himself. After all, Zhu Sha had injuries on his body, and Matsumoto was a master of sixth-level kendo. It would not be easy to kill him quietly.

However, Zhu Sha shook his head at that time, took a sip of champagne, and said that killing Matsumoto was not the point, but that the battle plan was the top priority, and there was no room for loss.

Zhu Sha slowly approached the sandwich door, which is a small room specially partitioned by the Japanese between the bedroom and the living room for security. Zhu Sha closed her eyes slightly, took a breath, then suddenly turned the angle, and opened the door Four shots were fired.

Quickly pushed open the door of the cubicle, turned into the cubicle, and was satisfied to see two spies fell to the ground after being shot.Before she came and breathed a sigh of relief, Zhu Sha heard Matsumoto's inquiry from the bedroom.

After all, it is the sixth stage of kendo, and its sharpness is very accessible.

Zhu Sha didn't speak, and quietly watched the lock of the bedroom door turn slowly.

At the same moment, Ah Cheng carefully removed a strand of hair on the edge of the safe, and slowly turned the combination lock.

The music has arrived □□.

It's time to end the song.

The door finally opened, and the file revealed its true face.

When putting back that strand of hair, Ah Cheng knew that victory was in sight.

Walking out of the study, Zhu Sha also came out from the opposite bedroom.

His face was pale, but with a smile.

Two men walked to the window, and then, two gunshots broke the silence.

A moment later, a car rushed out of the alley behind the hotel, and behind it was the Japanese military police who were constantly chasing it.

In Room 523, Ah Cheng and Zhu Sha breathed a sigh of relief.

This thing is done.

"I'll help you treat the wound." Zhu Sha took out the medicine box, which Ah Cheng brought last time.

The whole operation went as they wished, the only fly in the ointment was that one of the bodyguards was not completely dead.

At this moment, Ah Cheng's right arm, the white shirt has been dyed red.

"It's always a shot, it's not considered a miss, it's considered a saved bullet." Ah Cheng sat down on the chair slowly, with a faint smile on his lips, and consciously untied it with his left hand. Cufflinks on the right.It's just that the voice trembled slightly.

Waiting for a while will inevitably have to deal with Yingzuo Zhenzhao, he is not afraid of the pain, but if the blood oozes out, it will be a waste of time.

"Is bullet gold expensive, or your life precious?" Zhu Sha knew what he meant, blurted out subconsciously, looked at her slightly pale lips, and shook her head helplessly.He lowered his head to treat the wound for him.

Cleaning, pain relief, suturing, bandaging, all in one go.The movements are very skilled.

When Yingzuo Zhaozhen knocked on the door, Ah Cheng was changing into a new shirt.

The shirts were naturally brought by Ah Cheng himself, and it was their instinct to have props for camouflage ready at any time.

☆、Kyoyama Matsumoto