The prison's tall iron door creaked open, and a black Buick car and a police truck drove in.
Jiang Xinyi got off the Buick and walked straight to Jiang Xinda who was waiting.
A group of patrolmen with long guns on the truck jumped out of the car and lined up next to it.
"Brother, are you really here in person?"
Jiang Xinda stepped forward, saluted, and said mockingly.
Jiang Xinyi glared at Jiang Xinda dissatisfiedly, "I heard that something happened to you the night before yesterday."
"It's nothing serious, just a fight between a few prisoners."
"So simple?"
"It's that simple. The person you entrusted to me will return to Zhao intact today, with not a hair missing."
"That would be best, but I still need a detailed written report. Remember, be detailed. If you have something to say, it's best to tell me now. Everything has time to work. Otherwise..."
"Hey, brother, how could there be so many? Otherwise, people brought them."
The door to the prison area opened, and four prison guards with guns escorted Mu Tian out.
Jiang Xinyi greeted him.
The leading prison guard handed a document to Jiang Xinyi.
Jiang Xinyi took it, looked at Mutian up and down for a while, signed the document, and asked two patrolmen to escort Mutian into the second prison car in a row of four cars. He returned to the Buick and opened the door to get in.
, opened the door first.
The convoy started, and the patrol officers also climbed onto the truck and followed the convoy out.
Peterson closed the curtains, walked to his desk, and picked up the phone above.
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Huade Road was not very busy originally. It was still early and there were only scattered pedestrians on the road. The escort convoy traveled smoothly.
Soon they arrived at the Zhoushan intersection. As soon as the prison van escorting Mu Tian passed the intersection, a truck drove across the Zhoushan road and cut off the convoy. The two escort vehicles following the prison van had to slow down and follow the truck.
Honking the horn desperately.
The truck turned a deaf ear and did not pull over until more than ten minutes to let the escort vehicle behind it pass.
But he saw the vehicle in front of him was parked on the roadside waiting, and when he saw the escort vehicle behind him following him, he moved forward, all the way towards Waibaidu Bridge.
Ten miles away from Waibaidu Bridge, there were gradually more pedestrians. They were all kinds of people who went to work in the public concession, and more of them were small traders and hawkers pushing carts and carrying burdens.
It was a bit crowded because we had to pass the Japanese military checkpoint.
The escorting convoy was also forced to slow down. When encountering a few people who were not afraid of death, the vehicles had to stop. In this way, the originally connected convoy was separated one by one. From the air, it looked like a cut-off road.
A broken snake cannot look at each other from head to tail.
Jiang Xinyi's Buick was already submerged in the crowd of people and cars. No matter how much he honked, it was of no avail.
Something went wrong, this was different from what was planned! He looked at his watch and wow, it was exactly 40 minutes ahead of schedule!
A batch of trouble!
He drew his pistol, quickly loaded it and placed it by his leg.
A motorcycle, with only its rear wheels on the ground, was approaching at high speed.
People, horses, and cars suddenly swarmed in, and the Buick was forced to stop.
Jiang Xinyi held the pistol tightly, leaned down and stared at the rearview mirror in the car.
The leading police car had already been lost in the crowd of people rushing around.
The motorcycle flashed past the Buick.
Jiang Xinyi waved a pistol in the car, squeezed the door, and rolled sideways out of the car.
There were no shots fired yet.
Everything is still under control.
The prison van has been forced to stop by more than a dozen men.
The men all wore green-grey double-breasted jackets, black wide-leg pants, leggings, round-top cloth shoes, black cloth belts around their waists, and held box cannons.
There is a blue scorpion tattooed on their neck behind their ears.
Under the sun, a blue light shines, it is cold and scary.
The escort vehicle behind the prison van had been separated by the panicked crowd about forty or fifty meters away. Behind it was the patrol room truck brought by Jiang Xinyi. The patrol officers had jumped off the truck to sort out and drive away the crowd that was inexplicably frightened and rushed towards them.
The truck that once rushed into the convoy on Zhoushan Road passed the truck in the patrol house and drove forward. A platform had been raised on the truck, and two men in black uniforms of the Marine Corps were lying on it, with scopes and binoculars.
The lenses reflect dazzling light spots.
There were no more people around the prison car, and it suddenly became quiet.
Behind the prison car, Kuai Hideichi, who was wearing a top hat and a long gown, looked at the closed car door, hesitated for a moment, then waved his gun and directed four or five Green Scorpions to come forward, while he pointed his gun at the car door, nervously ready to fire at any time.
The other Green Scorpions were surrounded in a fan shape, with their guns pointed at the car door.
The two Green Scorpions stepped forward and grabbed the car door handle, looked at each other, and yanked the door open.
"Bang!"
"Ouch!"
When the car door opened, a heavy machine gun stood in the middle of the car.
Four Marine commandos clung to the carriages on both sides, and the firepower of the Thompson submachine guns crossed over and covered the Green Scorpions fanning out under the carriage.
Peake was dressed in a cowboy outfit, holding a cigar in his mouth, standing next to a heavy machine gun. The sun shone on his leather boots, and his spurs were bright and clearly visible.
Peake looked down at the car.
"Your Excellency Eiichi Kui, long time no see." Pique greeted, and before Eiichi Kui could reply, he suddenly shouted, "Put down the gun and get in the car!"
His eyes were blurred, and the hand holding the gun trembled slightly unconsciously.
How could this be?
It wasn't that he was afraid, but that he couldn't figure it out.
"I say it again, all your people, put down their guns and get in the car!"
Pique emphasized the word "one" extremely much and raised his hand to remove the cigar from his mouth.
"boom!"
The gunfire was muffled and came from a truck in the distance.
Eiichi Kuai's bowler hat was hit and fell to his feet.
"Tu tu tu tu!"
The bullets from the machine gun passed over Eiichi Kuai's head and hit the cement ground in front of the feet of the fan-shaped Green Scorpions, causing sparks to appear.
"Click click."
Eiichi Kui suddenly turned around.
The guns in the fan-shaped green scorpions' hands were thrown to the ground.
"Bang bang!"
The two green scorpions in the play fell in response.
Kuai Hide showed a ferocious look on his face.
"Bang bang bang!"
Three shots were fired in succession, and the bullet hit Eiichi Kuai's feet.
He jumped twice on the spot and stood still. He suddenly turned around and pointed his gun at Pique.
"Bang bang!"
"Gudong!"
"Paji."
The revolver behind Pique's waist was instantly in his hand, and two consecutive shots hit Eiichi Kuai's knees and wrists.
Eiichi Kuai knelt on the ground and dropped the gun.
Two Marines jumped down, picked up Eiichi Kuai and threw him into the prison van.
A group of policemen came forward and escorted the remaining Green Scorpionmen into the prison van.
The convoy formed again and headed towards Waibaidu Bridge.
At this time, at Waibaidu Bridge, the Japanese army's checkpoint had been broken open by the influx of people.
The Japanese military police on duty were busy blocking the crowds that were pouring in.
On the Waibaidu Bridge, in the bunker of sandbags, the merchant group of all nations set up three heavy machine guns and stood ready.
Fang Gunong led everyone through the Japanese checkpoint, ran onto the bridge, and ran towards the direction of the merchant group from all over the world.
The Japanese military police in the checkpoint fortifications were aiming at Fang Gunong and were about to shoot.
"Thud, tug, tug, tug!"
The machine guns of the merchant group from all over the world opened fire, hitting the edges of the sandbags of the fortifications.
The military police retreated.
More people were inspired and ran onto the bridge.