Xujiahui Road is very long, more than three miles.
There are residences on both sides, with different styles. There are newly built mansions, dilapidated houses, and some commercial shops.
On the 28th, it sounds like it starts at a certain end. In fact, it does not.
The house numbers there are a bit confusing. A house number to the east is often connected to more than a dozen houses.
If it is for later generations, a horizontal line is often added after 28 to indicate the number "28-". But there is no such thing.
Therefore, even if he knew whether No. 28 Xujiahui Road was the real target, Zhou Wancan would have to help him personally. Otherwise, there are more than a dozen houses and it would be impossible to find it.
Most of the buildings in the concession are actually very chaotic, except for a few main roads.
Places like Xiafei Road and Ma Simu are not the residences of big shots or the facades of concessions, so they appear more formal.
"No to that one."
"The one with a rag hanging at the door."
Zhou Wancan gave detailed instructions.
Zhang Yong observed carefully.
Is it a rag? Is it my own unique brand? It has the owner’s surname on it.
Anyway, only Yue people would hang that thing at the door. Basically, experienced people will know that it is Yue people's house as soon as they see such a thing.
Zhou Wancan must know. Maybe he likes Yue himself, so he deliberately uses rags instead.
"I'm sure none of them are Yue's people?"
"Sure."
"good."
Zhang Yong shook his head.
There is no moon person in it because there is no red dot.
The map shows that there are indeed people in the house. There are five of them, but they are all small red dots.
Can you be Chinese? Definitely not Yue.
"What's good?"
"There is no Moon person in it."
"They are not pretending to be Chinese."
"Have I gone in to take a look?"
"Wrong. He went in and looked once. But he can't go in and look a second time. Otherwise, they will recognize him."
"knew."
Zhang Yong said slowly.
Zhou Wancan must have read it wrong. There is no Yue himself in it.
Actually it's not surprising.
There is really not much difference in appearance between Yue people and Chinese people.
It seemed that the spies he had captured before were impossible to identify simply by relying on their appearance.
On the other hand, if I insist that a certain Chinese person is not a Chinese person, it seems that the wrong person has no way to defend himself.
After going in and looking around, it is not very reliable to confirm that the wrong recipe is not Yue's.
Unless there is a system...
"Please, can you please send someone to scout Yidong first?"
"Need not."
"Is it possible that we don't know what's going on inside?"
"He has clairvoyance"
"What?"
"I'll know in a minute."
Zhang Yong pretended to be mysterious.
Sometimes, the sense of mystery is very important.
Just like the emperor in ancient times, he had to keep a certain distance from other people.
If there is no distance, there is no awe.
You watch me eating and pooping all day long, but am I in awe?
Therefore, many emperors in ancient times would kill ministers after they came to power. In fact, sometimes they knew about many embarrassing things...
"A few of us, come here!"
Zhang Yong moves his legs.
He was simply drawing pictures on the ground.
The system map clearly indicates the building structure and personnel distribution.
With these tips, the battle will be as planned.
The only flaw is that it is impossible to determine whether those five people have guns in their legs.
"Three on the first floor."
"Two are on the second floor."
"The stairs are at that location. Remember it."
Zhang Yong asked them to confirm again and again.
Yang Zhi and others all said that they had completely remembered it.
It was a small-scale battle.
Once you have mastered the structure of the building and know the location of the enemy, there is no need to think about what is left.
For them, such a battle would not be easy.
Know thyself, ever-victorious.
"If the enemy doesn't have a gun in his leg, they won't ask for a shot, so as not to alert the concession patrol."
"If the enemy has a gun in his leg, fight quickly."
Zhang Yong’s initial advice.
Is it best not to shoot, so as not to make too much noise?
But no, if the enemy has a gun and you insist not to shoot, then it won't work. Then Honghong is looking for death.
Their weapons included five shell guns and two Browning leg guns.
One of them is in Zhang Yong's own leg. It is obviously useless. He is not good at charging into battle. Others will not let him do such dangerous things.
Therefore, he asked whether he could provide a "guidance" role.
According to the changes in the battle, monitor the enemy's movements at all times.
Needless to say, since the map was upgraded, it feels much easier to use. Especially in terms of battle command.
Basically, he can grasp the distribution of all people nearby.
No matter whether he is one of your own, he is not an enemy.
In the past, maps could mark the location of Yue people, and there were many hidden Chinese people in them.
Now, all personnel are marked so that they can prepare in advance. At the beginning of the war, everyone will definitely be treated as enemies to avoid being attacked.
"No..."
Zhou Wancan was about to speak but stopped.
He was very surprised. How did Zhang Yongfu know what was going on outside the house?
Is that just a wild guess? Is it possible to know the approximate location of each enemy?
He has never been involved in reconnaissance...
What a mess!
However, Zhang Yong would not explain.
Ask him if he has clairvoyance...
He cultivates immortality...
"exist!"
"exist!"
Yang Zhi waved his leg.
Qin Lishan was the first to go and kicked the door open.
In fact, the door was ajar and not locked. When the door was opened, several people rushed in quickly.
Zhang Yong followed. He didn't hear any gunshots. He probably didn't have a gun for the time being.
There were sounds of fighting inside. It was possible that the enemy was resisting, but he was quickly subdued.
After all, there are many people in the Fuxing Society. If a few of them hit one person, there will definitely be no problem.
Hold the person down and tie him up.
Follow on the stairs.
The two enemies in the building started fighting again.
"Bang!"
"Crash!"
It seems that there are vases on the floor? There are also cocoa porcelain vases.
Anyway, various sounds seemed to indicate that a lot of things had landed. It seemed that the battle was very fierce.
No, there were no gunshots.
Zhang Yong frowned involuntarily. That's right. The enemy actually doesn't have a gun?
If there are weapons hidden there, the enemy cannot use them.
In particular, the two enemies on the floor had no time to pick up weapons. But they didn't. What does that mean?
Ye Chang felt a bad feeling, quietly arising from behind.
Coco Zhou Wancan’s information is inaccurate.
Or maybe the situation has changed.
"Let him go in and take a look!" Zhou Wancan also felt good.
There were no gunshots.
None of the enemies inside actually fired?
The enemy cannot be that stupid. Unless they don't have guns in their legs.
Then it's over.
Sure enough, after rushing in, I was dumbfounded.
No weapons found.
There were no firearms of any kind. Not even a bullet.
Every corner of the house has been searched, but no weapons have been found. Not even a dagger.
"No me?"
An enemy recognized Zhou Wancan.
Zhou Wancan raised his leg to receive a slap.
"What do I want to do, Zhou?" However, the enemy was not afraid of him.
"Where are the weapons and ammunition we brought back the day before yesterday?" Zhou Wancan asked angrily.
"Zhou Wancan, he knew if I came for them. Haha." The enemy laughed proudly, "But no, I came late. They moved last night."
"What?" Zhou Wancan's face suddenly turned ugly.
Was it transferred last night?
Mud...
I'm late.
"Who are they?" Zhang Yong asked casually.
"They are traitors from the Little Sword Society." Zhou Wancan replied harshly, "They have taken refuge in Yue himself. They are helping Yue himself. They are traitors and traitors!"
"Oh." Zhang Yong squatted down from the east thoughtfully and looked at the enemy, "Where is Yan Ruzi?"
That enemy was actually quite strong. He was also the most difficult to defeat. Qin Lishan and others spent a lot of effort to subdue him.
During the fight, Qin Lishan, Tong Luohan and others were injured. Fortunately, they all had no skin injuries.
Of course, the strong man himself was seriously injured. The most serious injury was caused by Yang Zhi using a Browning leg gun.
At that time, several strong men were fighting each other, and Yang Zhi couldn't get in the leg at all. Then suddenly he got a chance, and he smashed a bunch of things. In fact, it was useless. The leg gun couldn't kill anyone.
The strong man looked at Zhang Yong, "Who am I to blame? What should I do with her?"
"Charge some interest." Zhang Yong said lightly, "She owes him a lot of money."
"I'm lying to you!" the strong man sneered, "I want to kill them, just move my legs. If they frown..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a scream.
However, Zhang Yong received a heavy kick in the crotch. He showed no mercy and cut off his descendants.
With one kick, the opponent was rolled all over the floor, and his whole body was covered in cold sweat. Life was worse than death. However, he was not unconscious.
"Where's Yan Ruzi?"
Zhang Yong asked about the second enemy.
The enemy's face turned red, either frightened or desperate.
The screams coming from the side made him feel terrified. He couldn't help but tighten his legs. But he knew it was useless.