The chief has always refused to believe in any coincidence, but what happened today forced him to believe that sometimes it is better for human calculation than God, otherwise the two targets entering the trap would not be able to escape.

At that time, the gun had already aimed at the chest of the surname Zuo. As long as he and another team member pulled the trigger, the two spies would be shot dead on the spot, just half a second away. It was a pity.

The fruit stall owner was indeed having a problem. If it weren't for this person's reminder, Zuo Chong wouldn't have realized that there was danger, nor would he pull Xu Enzeng to hide under the car, a great opportunity would have been wasted.

After the assassination failed, he didn't even see the movement at the scene. He put the rifle and oil cloth into the trunk without hesitation, walked down the bell tower quickly along the stairs, and evacuated according to the planned route.

Intelligence operations do not have a 100% success rate. If you want to survive, you must make preparations for more hands, especially for the red team members working in the white area. A way out represents a life.

After passing through several small alleys, the chief looked behind him, and then walked into a dead alley after confirming that there was no one. He stopped outside a wall, inside which was a small kitchen built by a family.

This is very common in Shanghai where every inch of land is valuable. There is a saying that it is called "making a temple in a snail shell", which describes how to use narrow venues and simple conditions to complete the most exquisite and complex things.

Many local families only spread to a palm-sized place, and cooking and sleeping are problems. They can only move around in a very small space and try their best to settle the food, drink, defecation and urinate of the whole family.

Live great wisdom in the small world.

It also makes a lot of things convenient.

The chief glanced at the entrance of the alley, tiptoed to uncover a corner of the iron roof of the kitchenette, stuffed his suitcase in, and then let go of the roof, and there was no suspicion seen from the outside.

After doing this, he did not leave, but lowered his head and grabbed a handful of soil on the ground, carefully spread it on the iron sheet. Finally, he blew a light breath and the roof returned to its dusty appearance.

Details determine victory or defeat, and life or death...

In less than a minute, the weapon was hidden. If you want to find something from so many residential houses, even if all the policemen in the concession were dispatched, it would take several months to find it.

The chief patted his hands, smoothed the ground with his feet, walked slowly to the corner and listened to the sound outside, then turned his head and glanced left and right, then walked out of the alley with a calm expression and continued to move.

At this time, night falls, and the moonlight is blocked by the high volcanic gable walls. Without street lights, the visibility is very low. Even if you walk by face to face, you may not remember each other's appearance.

This was planned by the Shanghai Central Bureau, so that the traitors could silence the traitors at that time, in order to use this window before dark to assassinate. Regardless of whether it is completed or not, the retreat will be much smoother.

The alleys in Shanghai are different from the straight alleys in the north. They are winding and twisting and have no direction. If you circulate around, you will be unable to tell where you are.

Of course, that's about ordinary people.

The chief was familiar with the road and walked in and out of the complex streets and alleys, and in a short time he left the hidden place of the weapon for hundreds of meters. When he passed by a grass, he untied his robe and threw it in.

This kind of place is neither eye-catching nor concealed, and is easily discovered. A piece of intact clothes is not cheap, and no rich people live nearby, so they may be taken away secretly.

The clues about the clothing were broken.

As he advanced, he sorted out his wrinkled black Zhongshan suit, tore off the hole on his face, took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and put them on, and suddenly turned into the appearance of a little intellectual.

If Zuo Chong was here, he would definitely think of Tianfu, the leader of the Nandou Group. This person also pretended to be disguised in daily life. Doing so is indeed convenient for action, but it is very harmful to the body.

Cosmetics of this era, including glues for adhesion and false breathing, contain chemicals. Usually, the better the effect, the stronger the toxicity. If it is not a ruthless person, it will not do this. Obviously, this is another ruthless person.

After the chief changed his face, he changed his direction and walked towards the French Concession. As time passed, residents who had enjoyed dinner came out one after another, and there was more fireworks in the alley.

Ah Niang, holding a vegetable basket, and the grocery store owner crossing the street complained and resolved the conflicts with her daughter-in-law, while the children chased and played in the middle of the jungle-like clothes rod.

The young nanny who was just a young man, leaned against the back door of the hairdresser shop, was flirting with the young master who was smiling and had his hair blowing up high.

Feeling the family matters, the chief's cold face showed a smile, and his murderous aura disappeared, like a teacher who had just returned home from get off work, mixed in the crowd without attracting attention.

When passing by the grocery store, he thought about it and bought a bottle of Dutch water and a small bag of peanuts. It was more daily in his hand, and it was in line with the image of a literary man who pursued the quality of life and was short of money.

"Sir, go slowly."

"Okay, thank you."

The chief greeted the boss's wife, walked around the residential area, slowly walked onto the highway, passed by a team of British troops carrying live ammunition, and entered the alley opposite.

When you come here, you will be in the French Concession. As long as you successfully enter this retreat, you will be successful. The conflict between the French and the British will be quite large, and the police in the public concession will not be allowed to enter the law.

But just after walking for dozens of meters, he heard a woman's call for help and a few obscene men's jokes. The man didn't sound like a Chinese, speaking vague English.

On the one hand, there is a safe French Concession, and on the other hand, there is a compatriot who is being humiliated. Is it better to have less things than to have more things, or to risk saving people. The chief did not hesitate, and a trace of firmness flashed in his eyes.

Joining the organization by one is to let the people live a good life. If you sit back and see what the meaning of separation is, this is not what a qualified underground party member should do.

He put Dutch water into a cloth bag with glasses, strode towards the direction of making sounds, and soon saw three Indian policemen pulling a girl in a cheongsam into the corner.

"Help, sir, help."

When the girl saw someone coming, she immediately cried out loud, struggling desperately to escape, but facing an adult male who had been trained with professional physical fitness, it had no effect at all.

What made her most despair was that the person opposite didn't seem to see this scene, and walked in the middle of the road without looking at it, without any intention of in charge of this matter. Yes, who dares to offend the police?

Red-headed Asan is usually the traitor of foreigners. In the 14th year of the Republic of China, under the instruction of the British Inspector, they openly shot and slaughtered unarmed marchers, killing and injuring dozens of people.

From then on, many Chinese people saw Indian police officers like mice seeing cats. They would rather take a few more steps than deal with them, for fear of offending these cruel and ruthless things.

"Beauty, stop calling."

A red-headed San, covered in alcohol, let go of the revolver on his waist and said disdainfully: "Chinese men are cowards, no one can save you, don't make unnecessary resistance anymore."

Two other Indian policemen grabbed the girl's arms and showed a rampant smile. Even if someone dared to meddle in other people's business, their weapons were not vegetarians, just like the parade a few years ago.

But after all, they were doing bad things. The three of them did not completely relax their vigilance. Yu Guang kept observing the passing Chinese man until the other party walked over and then focused on dealing with the girl.

The chief over there adjusted his breathing, and his muscles slowly tensed. The moment the three red-headed men turned their heads, the Dutch water hidden in their sleeves slid into their hands, and then they twisted their bodies.

When you encounter an accident during the retreat, you must never shoot or cause loud noises. The enemy must be knocked down as quickly as possible. A hard glass bottle is the most suitable and least conspicuous weapon.

The only problem is that there will be noise when the fragments land. The solution is to find a solid bag to wrap it. Similar action techniques will not appear in any book, and they all rely on experience accumulation.

The chief and the policeman were less than three meters apart, and in just a blink of an eye, he appeared behind one person, and the Dutch water raised high and smashed the other party's temple with a whistle.

The most fragile part of the human body was hit inwardly by a glass bottle, and the temporal bone was fractured, the arteries in the meninges were injured, causing blood interruption and the brain to be instantly ischemia and hypoxia.

When this person let go of the girl and fell to the ground, the sinful life was declared over. The agent's fighting technique had only one purpose, that is, killing people.

There are no beautiful moves, no big opening and closing movements, and use the sharpest means to attack the weakest links and achieve the greatest results at the lowest cost. Efficiency is the core of it.

The next second after killing the first person, the chief strangled the second person's neck with his arms bent, and at the same time he kicked his feet with all his might, calmly kicking at the last policeman who tried to draw his gun.

The first kick, the iron-headed leather shoe, accurately kicked the elbow joint in the middle of the target's right arm, and made a click, which made the person lose the ability to threaten himself in a blink of an eye, although it was only half.

The second foot that followed left a big footprint on the other party's lower abdomen, kicking the policeman who had just threatened the girl out. Looking at the deformed arm, the other party wanted to wail.

"Bang~"

Unfortunately, a severe pain in the back of his head made him lose consciousness. He slowly fell from the wall in a large shape, lying quietly on the dirty ground, looking at the night sky with unconscious eyes.

The chief ignored him and then kicked the reaction force and fell down with the second person. He continued to use all his strength to control the Indian policeman who rolled his eyes under him, without any change in his expression.

"Strict...strict..."

The red-headed San's head was not only red at this moment, but the lens and eye conjunctiva were also rapidly congested and red. His strength disappeared like a tide, and his distorted face gradually became peaceful.

The rescued girl sat on the ground, opened her mouth wide and looked at the scene in front of her. She was stunned for a few seconds, then cleverly covered her mouth, closed her eyes, and groped to crawl out of the alley.

The chief glanced at the other party, said nothing, took away all the weapons and cash from the three policemen, tried to confuse the police stations in the public concession, and stood up and disappeared into the darkness.
Chapter completed!