In just a few minutes, the Japanese military police and plainclothes agents who were completely suppressed by Tangcheng in front of the ballroom door suffered a lot of casualties. Not only did Chief Yamamoto, who came to the ballroom to handle the incident, died, but also his men
More than half of the plainclothes agents had been killed and wounded, and two Japanese military policemen were also killed. The military policemen and plainclothes agents huddled behind the shelter did not dare to show up easily, but a hundred meters away from them, a dozen concession patrol officers gathered
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"Uncle Ma, are we really not going there?" A young patrolman with twinkling eyes, who seemed to have some thoughts in his mind, suddenly turned to look at the elderly patrolman standing next to him. The elderly patrolman with a mustache, after hearing this, just
He frowned slightly, but did not answer immediately. Instead, he took out a cigarette and lit one. After lighting the cigarette, the seemingly careless elderly patrolman finally spoke.
"Xiao Liuzi, I remember when your aunt sent you to the patrol room, I said in front of your aunt that as long as you are honest and obedient, I will ensure that you will not have any trouble in the patrol room!" The man who was called Uncle Ma
The elderly patrolman was obviously the little leader among the dozen or so patrolmen in the concession, because when he spoke, the others listened attentively and did not make a sound.
"Did you see the motorcycles and trucks at the entrance of the dance hall? They are all belongings of the Japanese army. This means that those who are blocked at the entrance of the dance hall may be members of the Japanese military." Uncle Ma suddenly reached out and grabbed them.
The young patrol officer looked at the other person with a stern face and said word by word, "Since they dare to block the Japanese military and beat them like this, do you think they will be afraid of us?"
"Take a good look at these people around you. Most of them have families. If they die here today, what will happen to their families? Tell me, what should I do?" Uncle Ma pushed hard with a cold face.
He grabbed the young patrolman's hand, and the other patrolmen around him did not stop him. "It's true that this is a concession, but we people don't live for ourselves or for our families. What's more, what does the life and death of the Japanese have to do with us?
Relationship, can you go up and fight for them?"
Of Uncle Ma's words, only the last sentence actually spoke from his heart. In the Shanghai Concession, especially the French Concession patrol house, most of the Chinese patrols were related to the Green Gang. During the Battle of Songhu, there was no shortage of Shanghai Green Gang
Helping the national army, some Qing Gang disciples even went directly to the battlefield with weapons. Although Zhang Xiaolin, the three Qing Gang tycoon, later helped the Japanese, he actually attracted many Qing Gang disciples to join the Japanese, but like
A youth from the Youth Gang with a background like Uncle Ma looked down upon the Japanese at all.
Tang Cheng didn't know that a group of concession policemen were hiding on the far corner of the street watching the excitement. In fact, even if he knew, it would not affect his shooting level. Once again, he emptied the bullets in the magazine and had fired twice in a row.
After ten times, he finally stopped what he was doing. Twenty rounds of bullets were fired, and Tang Cheng could be 100% sure of the hit, with seventeen of them. Excluding the two baits that Tang Cheng deliberately kept, all the bullets were fired.
At least fourteen of the military police and plainclothes agents who blocked the entrance to the ballroom were shot dead by Tang Cheng.
Tang Cheng fired and reloaded bullets very quickly. From the time he fired the first shot to now, only 2 minutes had passed. According to Tang Cheng's plan, he used this place as a magnet to continuously
Attracting more plainclothes officers from the Special High School to come to the rescue. However, 2 minutes later, he on the roof not only saw no signs of forcible intentions on the part of the prey, but he also did not see anyone from the concession patrol room appear. Could it be that
Have the Japanese figured out their plan?
Feeling that the expected results had not been achieved, Tang Cheng immediately changed his original plan. After reloading the sniper rifle in his hand, Tang Cheng took back the rifle and the shell casings on the ground, and followed the ropes arranged in advance on the side of the roof.
Sliding down quietly. Tang Cheng knew that after all, he was only alone. Even if he had system skills and physical fitness that exceeded ordinary people, once the Special High School, the Military Police and the Concession Patrol House surrounded him, he might not be able to escape safely.
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The sound of gunfire had long since stopped, but the Japanese military police and surviving plainclothes agents who were hiding behind the cover still did not dare to show their faces. After about a cigarette, one of the Japanese military police who felt something was amiss became nervous.
Slowly, he stuck his head out and looked around. "The shooter seems to have left!" The other Japanese military police also bravely showed themselves, but they didn't see any bullets coming from a distance, so they felt relieved.
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At this time in Tangcheng, he had already used the cover of night to go around from behind the building where he had shot. He could hear the faint roar of a truck and was now standing in the shadows of the street. Far away.
There were car lights flashing at the intersection. Tang Cheng, dressed in combat attire, turned around and hid in the alley on the street, with a gun belt hanging on his chest.
The Thompson assault rifle was loaded and ready to fire at any time.
Tang Cheng didn't know that when he learned that someone shot and attacked the plainclothes team of the Special High School outside the Paramount Ballroom, he rushed to the concession patrol near the scene and had already found a place to call back to the patrol room. He had no intention of doing anything for the Special High School.
The concession patrol room where the class went to die, naturally they would not rush to intervene in the matter, but they still called the Special High School Section to report the news. The truck Tangcheng saw at this moment was the reinforcement sent by the Special High School Section later.
Three military trucks contained a small group of Japanese military police.
Tang Cheng, who had been waiting near the dance hall without leaving, was waiting for it now. He judged that the truck coming from the far corner would definitely pass by him. Tang Cheng, who was standing sideways at the entrance of the alley, had his face on one side.
Putting on the mask, he began to retrieve weapons from his carry-on equipment bag. There were six American military weapons, three on each side of Tangcheng, hanging on the canvas belt around his waist. When these weapons are used for a while,
, Tangcheng will not expose his own equipment bag.
The movement of the truck came from far to near. As Tang Cheng waited patiently, it soon reached a place more than ten meters away from the alley entrance. Tang Cheng, who had been standing still, pulled a lei from his waist with his left hand.
After pulling off the pull ring smoothly, he did not let go of the handle of his hand. Tangcheng, who was counting silently in his heart, was waiting for the truck that was waiting for him. When it was already driving parallel to the alley, it suddenly sped out of the alley.
Step out.
Tangcheng suddenly appeared, passing between the two trucks as fast as the wind. When Lei, who flipped the handle with his left hand, was thrown from the back of the truck into the compartment of the first truck, the M1911 pistol in his right hand also
He fired a shot at the cab of the second truck. Tang Cheng ran past the front of the second truck. His shot was almost close to the front of the second truck. It came from the barrel of the M1911 pistol.
The bullet that was fired went straight through the front windshield of the truck and accurately hit the truck driver's head.
There was an explosion of "Boom!", just as Tangcheng passed between two trucks, suddenly slowed down and turned around on the opposite street, a ball of fire burst out from the compartment of the first truck thrown into the hand.
Accompanied by the huge explosion, in the truck compartment shrouded in fireworks, there were surviving Japanese military police, shouting and falling out of the compartment. At this time, Tang Cheng was already close to the compartment of the second truck, heading towards the last one.
A truck rushed past.
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br> Flesh, flesh and bones were ejected from the cabin of the first truck with the explosion. The huge explosion made the driver of the third truck subconsciously hit the brakes. The sudden braking made the third truck
The Japanese military police were huddled together in the carriage of a truck. Before they could react, Tang Cheng, who was running over quickly, had already thrown two pistols into the carriage one after the other.
"Boom!...Boom!..." After the two explosions, there were few Japanese military policemen left in the third truck compartment who could still breathe. At this time, Tangcheng had already circled around the third truck from the side.
We arrived at the rear of the second truck. Among the three Japanese trucks, only the second truck was sandwiched in the middle. There was almost no damage. Although the driver was shot in the head by Tang Cheng, the truck was only
It hit the rear of the truck in front, but the Japanese military policeman in the truck was not hurt.
There were explosions in the trucks in front and behind. The Japanese military police, who had experienced the initial panic, were climbing out of the compartment of the second truck under the command of a sergeant. "Da da da... da da da..." Tang
The Thomson assault gun hanging on the gun belt on Cheng's chest was suddenly fired by Tang Cheng. The Japanese military police who climbed out of the second truck compartment were caught off guard and were attacked by Tang Cheng in a standard close range attack.
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The gunfire was like a sickle, sweeping across the rear of the second truck. The few Japanese military police who were first crowded at the baffle of the truck and were about to climb down were instantly swept down by gunfire. The sound of bullets penetrating flesh
, intertwined with the panic shouts, but they were all firmly suppressed by the rapid gunfire. Tang Cheng, standing at the back of the second truck, was like a demon at this moment, with a hundred bullets in the drum.
, he punched them all into the compartment of the second truck.
Finally, the unloaded submachine gun was released by Tang Cheng, but he did not stop there. Instead, he pulled a pistol from his belt and threw it into the carriage where only screams were left. Suddenly from Tangcheng, he suddenly disappeared from the street.
From the moment he rushed out of the alley next to him and threw his hand into the compartment of the second truck, the whole process actually only took just over a minute.
Even if they saw such a sudden change in such a short period of time, the military police and plainclothesmen gathered outside the ballroom gate a hundred meters away could not rush over to help. What's more, many of them were frightened out of their wits.
, even if there is a chance to come and help, I'm afraid it will just be a bluff.