Kenichi Yamamoto, who is over 40 years old, is not the most senior person in the Shanghai Headquarters of the Super High School. However, in the Shanghai Headquarters of the Super High School, there are not many people who can point fingers in front of Kenichi Yamamoto, because even though Kenichi Yamamoto is assigned to the Shanghai Headquarters of the Super High School
The Shanghai Headquarters is actually directly under the command of the Super High School Headquarters. Kenichi Yamamoto was secretly happy to be able to escape from the pursuit of the Intelligence Department, and at the same time he was also a little proud. However, after he returned to the Shanghai Headquarters of the Super High School, there was no trace of
of relaxation.
Intelligence work is not only about heavy intelligence identification and sorting work, but also cruel confrontations. During the period when he was ordered to lurk in the Shanghai Station of the Intelligence Department, Kenichi Yamamoto did not have a good sleep for more than half a year. He
He is always worried that his identity will be revealed and he will fall into the revenge and pursuit of the intelligence agency. It is precisely because of his caution and caution that when a traitor is discovered at the Shanghai station of the intelligence agency, he can
Escaped back to Hongkou District unscathed.
Although it has been more than a month since Kenichi Yamamoto returned to the Special High School, he did not think that the Intelligence Department would give up the pursuit of him, so he became more cautious. Kenichi Yamamoto, who got off work on time, did not return to his residence immediately
, but went to a house rented in the name of someone else. Today he was going to have a secret meeting with two Chinese policemen who worked in the police house in the French Concession. Most of the Chinese policemen in the French Concession had gang backgrounds, and Kenichi Yamamoto liked to talk to people like this.
Deal with people, because sometimes, the role of gangs in the concession is far more effective than plainclothes dispatched by higher education institutions.
It was still early, and Kenichi Yamamoto, who had already gotten into the car, decided to go to Kubo Bookstore first. According to his own habits, he should have gone to Kubo Bookstore yesterday to visit his cousin's family. Kubo Bookstore only appeared in Shanghai after Kenichi Yamamoto was transferred from his hometown.
In Hongkou District, the bookstore’s owner, Taro Kubota, is from Osaka, and Taro Kubota’s wife, Sakurako Yamamoto, is Kenichi Yamamoto’s cousin. With Kenichi Yamamoto’s care, Kubo Bookstore’s business is pretty good, and Sakurako Yamamoto is still doing business privately.
Under the banner of Kenichi Yamamoto, he does some black market business.
As usual, Ken Yamamoto closed his eyes as soon as he got in the car and entered a state of deep thought. The two guards and the driver who were in the same car with him were already accustomed to this. The car slowly left this street with almost no pedestrians, and behind the car
In the first row of seats, Kenichi Yamamoto was enjoying the smooth ride of the car, but his mind was thinking about the difficult things that had happened recently in the Super High School. The murder case in the izakaya that caused a stir in Hongkou District has not yet been solved, and the Super High School arranged
A surveillance post in the concession was attacked, as well as the Lihua Ballroom incident. These cases seem to have become unsolved cases.
In order to stabilize the mood of the large number of Japanese expatriates in Hongkou District, the Special High School had no choice but to pin the murder case at the Izakaya on the Korean exiles. However, Kenichi Yamamoto knew that the matter was done by the Intelligence Department. Although the Special High School's
The trace expert did not find many useful clues at the scene, but after repeatedly reading the scene reports, Kenichi Yamamoto found that the murderer's on-site trace analysis was very similar to the Intelligence Department's work style. Yamamoto Kenichi, who once lurked at the Shanghai Station of the Intelligence Department, was
The operating style of the Intelligence Division's operators was quite familiar, especially among those who died in the izakaya that day, there was a middle-level officer in charge of Nanjing affairs under the Special High School Division.
When Kenichi Yamamoto first learned about this incident, he thought that the Izakaya murder case was a revenge action by the Intelligence Bureau. However, after he reviewed the detailed background information of the deceased, Yamamoto Kenichi finally concluded that the Izakaya murder case was not so much the work of the Intelligence Division.
The retaliatory action was, rather, a targeted assassination operation. Kenichi Yamamoto had been lurking in the Shanghai Station of the Intelligence Agency for more than half a year. According to his understanding of the Intelligence Agency, as long as he became the target of an assassination by the Intelligence Agency, it would be difficult to get rid of him.
An endless succession of assassinations.
Yamamoto Kenichi, who has been engaged in intelligence work for more than ten years, is not afraid of assassinations by the Intelligence Division, but he also does not want to become a boring victim of mutual assassinations between the Special High School and the Intelligence Division. The car drove slowly through the street, and as long as he followed the street
Go forward and turn to the next corner, which is the street where Kubo Bookstore is located. Suddenly, Kenichi Yamamoto, who had been meditating with his eyes closed in the back seat of the car, opened his eyes. With his back tense, he sat up straight, and in his eyes
There was even a hint of nervousness.
Kenichi Yamamoto, who has been engaged in intelligence work for many years, is far more sensitive to danger than ordinary people. The sudden flash of palpitations in his heart is the reason for Kenichi Yamamoto's nervousness. "Colonel, what's wrong?" Kenichi Yamamoto's nervousness attracted his colleagues sitting in the back row.
The plainclothes bodyguard in the seat paid attention. While talking, the bodyguard who had been accompanying Kenichi Yamamoto looked at both sides of the car through the window. As the car continued to move forward, Kenichi Yamamoto felt a sense of discomfort.
It became increasingly clear, but Kenichi Yamamoto did not ask the driver to stop.
Kenichi Yamamoto is very sensitive to danger, but this is Hongkou District. After the massacre at the Izakaya, the military police have strengthened their daily patrols in Hongkou District. Kenichi Yamamoto does not believe that people from the Intelligence Department can sneak into Hongkou District again.
Things. In the midst of Kenichi Yamamoto's nervousness, the car he was riding in drove through the next intersection and officially turned into the street where Kubo Bookstore is located. "Stop... go back... reverse..." The car turned around the intersection, and Kenichi Yamamoto felt uncomfortable in his heart.
The feeling became more intense, and Yamamoto Kenichi, whose expression changed drastically, immediately shouted in a low voice.
Kenichi Yamamoto's feeling was not wrong. A few hours ago, Tang Cheng in disguise quietly entered Hongkou District, and then used the homemade camouflage cloth to lurk in that movie theater after dark without anyone noticing.
On the roof platform of the building. Tangcheng's position on the rooftop of the cinema is directly opposite the street where Kubo Bookstore is located. As long as Yamamoto Kenichi appears at the door of Kubo Bookstore, he will not be able to escape Tangcheng's sight.
Kenichi Yamamoto's daily activities have no rules at all. Kubo Bookstore is only the result of Tang Cheng's own analysis. Tang Cheng cannot be sure when Kenichi Yamamoto will come to Kubo Bookstore, so all he can do is sit back and wait. As the day passes, Yamamoto
Jianyi did not show up. Tang Cheng, who was lying under the camouflage cloth, persisted silently. Only when it got dark did he have a chance to get out of the camouflage cloth and move his body. After nearly 40 hours of silent waiting, if it were different
Others may have already chosen to give up, but for Tang Cheng, this kind of waiting is more like a kind of training.
Observing the situation in the street ahead through the scope for a long time made Tang Cheng's eyes a little bloodshot. He could only take turns staring at the scope with two eyes. Fortunately, the location chosen by Tang Cheng was good, not only sheltered from the wind but also backlit.
In addition, there are several thick layers of sacks under the body, which makes Tang Cheng's silent waiting seem less strenuous. Long-term boring waiting will always cause people's spirits to show signs of dispersion from strong to weak, and Tang Cheng naturally does not
Besides, when Kenichi Yamamoto's car appeared at the intersection, Tang Cheng was teasing a few ants he accidentally found with a finger.
If it weren't for Kenichi Yamamoto's sudden attack, which caused the driver who was originally concentrating on driving to slam on the brakes, Tang Cheng on the rooftop noticed the car parked at the street corner because he heard the rapid braking sound. Maybe Tang Cheng's
The first assassination attempt would end in failure. The sound of the car's brakes attracted Tang Cheng's attention. The first thing Tang Cheng focused on was the car's license plate. Among the information Hans provided was the license plate number of Kenichi Yamamoto's car.
Sure enough, it came! Finding that the license plate number that appeared in the scope was just as mentioned in the intelligence, Tang Cheng on the rooftop immediately hooked the trigger of the sniper rifle with his right index finger. "Reverse..." Kenichi Yamamoto in the back seat of the car
He almost shouted to the driver in the front seat. The driver, who had never seen him so rude before, made an unforgivable mistake at this moment. When he heard Yamamoto Kenichi's shout, he did not directly reverse the car, but immediately subconsciously
He stepped on the brakes, causing the car to stop abruptly at the intersection.
The driver's reaction when he stepped on the brakes made Kenichi Yamamoto more and more uneasy. Just as he was about to scold the driver, Kenichi Yamamoto suddenly heard a "pop!" and a cloud of blood mist suddenly appeared in the front seat of the car. What appeared in front of his eyes was
Strangely, Ken Yamamoto suddenly made an action of hunching his waist and shoulders and neck, and there was another "Poof!" sound. There was an extra bullet hole in the front windshield of the car, and the man sitting in the passenger seat of the car was
The guard also collapsed in his seat with blood arrows flying.
"Colonel, be careful!" Another guard sitting in the back seat of the car with Ken Yamamoto finally reacted. While shouting, he suddenly turned around and spread his arms, trying to push Yamamoto Kenichi down.
Protect him under his body. "Pah!" The driver who was shot first was shot again. This time the shot was in his head. The head that exploded instantly spread out a coquettish red blood mist, and penetrated the driver.
Before the bullet in his head was exhausted, the deformed bullet head actually missed Kenichi Yamamoto's earlobe and flew past him, punching a bullet hole in the leather seat behind Kenichi Yamamoto.
Kenichi Yamamoto, who is not a burly figure, is protected by the guards. The best way to deal with this situation is to hide in the car and wait patiently. As long as a military police patrol comes over, they will be safe.
Of course, the guards guarding Kenichi Yamamoto also knew this truth, but Tangcheng on the rooftop more than 300 meters away did not want to give them a chance to escape.
After firing three consecutive shots, Tang Cheng immediately fired a fourth shot. This time, the bullet fired by Tang Cheng directly punched a bullet hole in the top of the car. The position of the bullet hole happened to be the top of the rear seat of the car, which was pressed by the guard.
Beneath him, Kenichi Yamamoto clearly felt a heat flow in his neck, but he didn't know yet that the heat flow came from the guard pressing on him. (To be continued)