"Damn, you're so quick to react."

Gui Youguang, who was forced back with Pan Jun, lay on the ground and angrily patted the ground. The other party injured one of his subordinates and was hit by a flash bullet and did nothing...

This person is definitely a master of action, and his style of action is very decisive. He should be an elite from the army. These people are really not simple. No wonder they have been confronting the section chief on the road for so long.

But if the grenades were not used to catch the live mouth, even the other party would be seriously injured even if it was elite. He was very confident about this, and what they had to do next was to suppress it.

"Da da da..."

"Bang bang bang..."

At this time, a fierce battle broke out on the other side, and gunfire kept ringing. The spies formed two groups to start attacking, one group was responsible for firepower suppression, and the other group tried to move to the bottom of the coal pile.

The firepower suppression team had six masters equipped with Thomson's marksmanship. The two at the front continued to shoot, the other four, two alerts, and two replenished ammunition, and continued to move forward in turn.

Meng Ting on the top of the coal pile did not show up like the army. He directly held up a submachine gun and fired at the bottom, not to kill many people, but to disrupt the enemy's movement rhythm and delay time.

However, the elite of the intelligence department were not the same trash. They were used to gunfire and shots without any accuracy, and they stood calmly in their respective combat positions.

"Da da da da da."

"Get shot."

"succeed."

One of the two people who were under fire suppression had a bullet passing by his arm, and his sleeves were dyed red instantly. He calmly shouted and retreated, and his teammates behind him automatically filled in to ensure that the firepower did not weaken.

"Change the bullet."

"cover."

"go ahead."

The expensive 11.43mm bullet shell flowed from the bullet-drop to the ground like a waterfall. The spies wore gas masks and slowly moved in the smoke, staring at the top of the coal pile.

"Click."

Meng Ting, opposite, also replaced Thomson with a new drum, and was glad that when the road confronted, the other side was not the same person, otherwise the Chinese detachment would have been suspended and he would not be able to hold on to the freighter.

It is worthy of being the intelligence trump card of the Fruit Party. Such action skills and psychological qualities are definitely among the top three among the soldiers he has seen. It is calm, tacit understanding, brave, and difficult to deal with.

He loaded the submachine gun, took out the grenade stolen from the Chinese and British troops from his waist, bit off the safety bolt with his teeth and counted silently for three seconds, and raised his hand and threw it in the direction of the gunshot.

"Da da da da da."

At this time, the two spies in the front row of the firepower suppression team had just fired two short shots, and before they could turn the gun, they saw a round thing flying over, and one of them shouted loudly.

"Look down."

He did not shout grenades because other people needed to think about it from hearing this to reacting, but the grenade exploded and everyone had to avoid it as quickly as possible.

As soon as the word "Lying down" was released, the spies almost stopped. They immediately rushed to all directions with their feet, lying on the ground in a standard posture to resist the explosion's shock wave.

As for using your body to block explosions like in movies and TV dramas, just think about it. The damage radius of ordinary grenades is between 5 and 10 meters, and it cannot be blocked by the human body.

The only way to survive is to bet that the explosion point is not close to them, otherwise, not to mention one person, even ten people will be useless to press them. The bone fragments brought by the explosion are still lethal.

Besides, the money spent on training for each action team is higher than height when piled up. Zuo Jin is aware that someone dares to trash his funds like this, and they will not be able to think about it even if they die.

"Boom~"

Looking at the grenade, it suddenly exploded before it completely landed. The scorching flames quickly slashed through the air, smashing all items within a radius of five meters to a haunting hole.

"Da da da da da."

Meng Ting didn't wait for the explosion to completely dissipate, and Thomson stretched out again to open fire. The situation on the battlefield changed constantly. With an advantage, he naturally had to take advantage of the victory and could not wait for the enemy to react.

But the other party was more decisive and calmer than he thought. As soon as the gunshot sounded, they rushed to the bottom of the fighting coal pile to hide, entering the attack blind spot at the top.

The spies who were temporarily safe were gasping for breath. Under the leadership of the team leader, they took a break and counted the number of people and casualties. They soon found that the explosion caused a minor leg injury to one person.

The underground party was as difficult as ever. In just a few dozen seconds of fire exchange, the two operators were injured. Fortunately, they were not important parts, and it would not affect the subsequent actions after a little bandage.

Gui Youguang, who was watching the game, felt it was time, so he waved his hand and extended two sniper rifles at the attack position, one shot at the second row of coal piles slowly, and the other aimed at the freighter.

On the one hand, it is to prevent nearby attacks.

On one side is to prevent cold guns from afar.

At the same time, the operation team led by him took the opportunity to disperse and occupy the second row of coal piles, and conducted safety inspections with the personnel on the other side to prevent several underground parties from suddenly appearing, and everything turned out to be normal.

Confirmed that his subordinates had controlled the scene, Gui Youguang sent a signal to the rear, signaling Wu Chunyang's men to come to receive the scene. They would continue to launch an attack and advance towards the freighter.

But when the follow-up team came up, he looked at the leader Zuo Chong and looked bitterly: "Section Chief, why are you here? You should go back. If something happens, we can't explain to the audience.

These underground parties are very fierce. My people were shot as soon as they approached. If the brothers hadn't reacted quickly, there would probably be more injured people. They were already in the jar, don't worry."

Zuo Chong shook his head: "The people who attacked the positions suppressed them, and the underground party could not cross the top of the coal pile to shoot us. It is very safe here. What you need to do is to stabilize your position and not to make a rash progress.

Now let’s summarize the information, how are your operation team casualties, what situation is on the other side, how many people are using, what weapons are they using, and why the flash bomb attack just now did not work."

These words are of course excuses, which are related to the underground party's rescue operations and the life safety of the eldest brother Banjun. He must control the progress of the operation by 100% and not let things lose control.

There are also the subordinates of the Intelligence Department, who are all old brothers who followed him to fight with Japanese spies. If both sides are red in their eyes, causing a large number of casualties, and ultimately losing their national vitality.

Gui Youguang didn't know this, so he squatted aside and replied honestly: "I have one of my legs injured and must be sent back to the rear for treatment. There are two minor wounded people on the other side, which will not affect the battle.

Judging from the current situation, the underground party does not have too many defense personnel. There is only a Thomson-held gunman on each side responsible for blocking the attack. The opponent's movement skills are good, and he is definitely a master.

It is hard to say that the flash bomb did not work. Perhaps the other party happened to hide outside the strong light area, or perhaps the other party closed his eyes at that time, which would cause the flash bomb to be invalid."

"Well, it's good that the casualties are not serious," Zuo Chong seemed relieved after hearing this, and looked up at the coal pile in front of him: "Drop smoke bombs at close range to block the shooting vision of the underground party, let's take action."

“Close distance…?”

Gui Youguang hesitated for a moment, then realized that the underground party was so poor that it was not good to catch it. There was no need to use human life to fill it. It was enough to suppress the other party's range of activities step by step.

He thought he understood and touched the big bald head: "I understand, section chief, I will tell everyone to be safe and not to fight against each other. Anyway, Xu Enzeng is dead, and no one will compete with us for the merits."

Oh, I have learned to answer questions.

Zuo Chong glanced at him. He was really a man who had been away from him for three days. This guy was right to the point. No matter in terms of the on-site situation or departmental struggles, this action should not be too fast.

Besides, why are intelligence agents not afraid of death or fatigue? Is it really because of the Three Vesselism? Don’t be stupid, it’s for fame and fortune, but they can’t get any money from the underground party.

So don’t say that you are slower, even if you don’t ask for it, the spies will not work hard. For example, when catching Japanese spies, they all tried their best to grab the mission, but this time, they were too late to hide.

At this time, Gui Youguang and a few small spies had gently thrown the smoke bomb to the opposite side as ordered. The smoke bomb made a hissing sound and rolled down the slope, and a layer of thick smoke was laid along the way.

This made the Pan Jun who was on guard frown. He looked at the gradually rising smoke, then at the blurry top of the coal pile, and immediately understood the sinister intentions of these spies.

When one's side is covered in smoke and cannot shoot, the enemy can easily occupy the top of the coal pile, block it from a high point, and drive them to the dock and cargo ships.

"Cunning thing."

Ban Jun greeted the spy who came up with this plan from a distance and prepared to lean on the top. The smoke was lighter and there were enough observation conditions, but he was stopped after just two steps.

"Boatman, retreat to the last row of coal piles immediately. The Secret Service is indeed powerful, but as long as you persist for a few more minutes, victory will definitely belong to us. Before this, I will find the things to return to the other party."

Meng Ting walked out of the smoke with his waist and pointed to the smoke bomb not far away and said in a low voice that it would take some time for the Fruit Party spies to squeeze their own activity space, which was in line with the plan they set.

Ban Jun understood what he meant, slid down on the coal side, picked up the smoke bomb and threw it hard towards the opposite side, then rushed to the top of the third row of coal piles to prepare to climb over to the back.

"Bang."

"Bang."

At this moment, on the intelligence department attacking position on the first row of coal piles, a sniper saw a figure flashing and subconsciously fired a shot. He was about to make up for the second shot and was hit in the arm.

The person who injured this person was Min on the freighter. After he saw that the top of the coal pile was occupied by the enemy, he changed to a new shooting position. Unfortunately, the angle was not ideal, so he could only see part of the enemy's body.
Chapter completed!