Yuan Wenhui thought for a while, without any thoughts, and shook his head: "Forget it, it's none of my business. I just need to play the role of a dog. Anyway, following the Japanese will make me happy..."
"Squeak!" Suddenly, the Buick car that was traveling at high speed braked suddenly, and a sharp and harsh friction sound came out. The huge inertia caused everyone in the car to lean forward suddenly and lose their balance. Yuan Wenhui even hit his head on the passenger side.
Driver's seat.
"What the hell is going on?!" The cigar fell to the ground, Yuan Wenhui felt a little dizzy, covered his head and cursed.
"Gang leader, there are a few stone blocks suddenly appearing in front of you and you can't avoid them..." The driver was sweating profusely and hurriedly explained.
Several huge stone piers were placed on the road a few meters in front of the car.
"Shidun?" Yuan Wenhui heard that something was wrong, and he felt an inexplicable sense of crisis in his heart.
Before he could react, suddenly, an orange-red fire appeared in the dark corner on the right side of the car. In an instant, a sense of extreme danger surged into his heart. This was Yuan Wenhui's unique ability to foreshadow danger.
However, human nerve reaction speed can never be faster than bullets!
A 7.92mm metal bullet shot out like an arrow from a string, flew at high speed along the predetermined trajectory, crossed the last distance, easily penetrated the fragile window glass, and hit Yuan Wenhui's head.
The high-speed spinning bullet penetrated into the forehead, rolled wildly, directly tore the cerebral cortex tissue, and shredded the entire brain like a meat grinder. Then the huge kinetic energy caused the bullet to continue flying, hit the back of the brain, penetrated the brain, and flew away.
Large, hard head bones.
Blood splattered everywhere, and countless brain tissues carrying out neural reflexes filled the interior of the car.
Yuan Wenhui didn't feel any pain, his vision immediately went black, and he lost consciousness forever.
"Bang!"
Then, the loud gunshot came.
Light is faster than bullets, and bullets are faster than sound.
Immediately afterwards, a Czech light machine gun that had been ambushed for a long time and the fire teams on the left and right sides suddenly opened fire, wildly firing at the entire Buick car. Countless bullets shot out, attacking the car like a torrential rain, tearing apart the car doors, and wiping out the waiting people.
The remaining people in the vehicle.
They didn't surrender their guns and didn't kill them, and they didn't persuade them to surrender.
Action requirement - kill them all!
The remaining gangsters in the Buick were attacked by crossfire from the left and right, and had no ability to resist. Almost all of them went to the west after meeting each other.
In front of the professional army that conducts combat training day after day, these gangsters who show off their power on weekdays are no different from fragile children.
The anti-rape battle ended quickly. The leader of the operations team in charge of the second ambush point signaled a ceasefire, then left the bunker and quickly ran towards the Buick car in the middle of the road. Several team members followed closely behind with Mauser pistols, staying around to provide battlefield vigilance.
There are two ambush points in total, one is located on the main road leading to the concession from the Baihualou Dance Hall, and the other is located on the main road leading to the Qinggang headquarters.
"Confirm that Yuan Wenhui has been killed. Immediately notify the first action team to retreat. We will withdraw." The leader of the action team opened the back row full of bullet holes and checked the first person's identity, gold teeth, gold necklace, blue dragon tattoo and appearance.
, after completing the battlefield assessment and confirming the identity of the second target, immediately issue a retreat order.
A successful attack and a quick retreat.
The whole attack process went smoothly without any sloppiness.
Different from the backward and ignorant image in the anti-Japanese drama on TV, the real Eighth Route Army soldiers in history have experienced countless battles and long marches, and have long since honed their combat literacy beyond ordinary people. They are smart and alert, and know when to do what and what to do.
What to do when the time comes.
On May 2, 1937, at 1:44 in the morning, Yuan Wenhui, the leader of the Tianjin Youth Gang, was shot and died. This ended the life that he had not yet finished enjoying and the crimes that had not yet been carried out.
Youth Gang Headquarters.
"Bang bang bang!"
The gunshots symbolizing death were continuous, resounding inside and outside the Qinggang headquarters. Deadly and hot bullets flew at high speed, penetrating the surface tissue of the human body, and tumbling to cause a fatal cavity effect. A man holding a big knife
The gang members with Mauser pistols were being harvested like rice.
The God of Death showed a ferocious but friendly face, made a trembling sound, and wildly waved an extremely sharp sickle.
Combat groups marched alternately, covering each other's fire, and Czech-style light machine guns suppressed fire. Some small bosses were smart, knowing that this would only lead to death, and tried to use the terrain to build a line of defense.
However, in the face of the professional army, all this is in vain. These gangs are no better than unarmed children.
Ten minutes later, the gunfire in the Qinggang headquarters building disappeared, and the clearing battle came to an end. Twelve soldiers in the action team were slightly injured, and more than 200 people in the Qinggang headquarters were wiped out.
"Clean the battlefield as quickly as possible."
As the supreme commander of this operation, Xinghuo glanced at the smoke-filled Green Gang headquarters and looked at the corpses of the gang members lying on the ground. Without any pity or sympathy in his eyes, he issued an order to clean up the battlefield.
These people are either committing crimes or helping the Japanese to pass on information. Xinghuo really can't find any reason to let them live.
After the order was issued, one soldier after another quickly got busy, picking up weapons and ammunition, and cleaning up all valuable items. At the same time, a group of action team soldiers went to the basement based on the intelligence, and successfully found the vault belonging to the Qing Gang in the basement.
"My dear... I'm getting rich. Come on, inform the leader immediately." Opening the door of the treasury, several soldiers walked into the treasury. When they saw the situation inside the treasury, they were stunned for a moment. The squad leader's eyes were full of joy and he shouted excitedly.
Got rich.
Yes, I did get rich.
There are mountains of silver coins piled up on the floor of the vault, and there are also golden gold bars on the cabinet next to it, which is very visually impactful.
It has to be said that several of the soldiers had never dreamed of the scene before them.
The entire treasury contains the wealth accumulated by Yuan Wenhui over the years of running the Qinggang, as well as a large amount of funds that have not yet been handed over to the Pu'an Association. Xinghuo, who came to inquire after discovering the situation inside the treasury, immediately organized all manpower to focus on cleaning up the Qinggang treasury.
of all money.
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At dawn, the sky is slightly bright.
When the whole city of Tianjin was shocked and shocked by the incident between Yuan Wenhui and the Qing Gang, in a suburban manor.
"After careful counting by the logistics comrades, we found a total of 2.987,000 silver dollars, 150 small yellow croakers, 60 large yellow croakers, 20 medium-sized rifles, 30 Mauser pistols, some ammunition, etc. All the materials and money harvested for this operation
." In the hall, a young man of about 27 or 28 years old stood with a military posture, his features were straight and handsome, and his eyes were bloodshot. He was holding a newly released material list document and reported the total results of the operation.
There was silence in the hall.
The professor, who had stayed up all night, was smoking the cheapest cigarette and remained silent about the overall results of this operation. The same was true for Ocean and Spark.
"Okay, thank you for your hard work, comrades." The professor said to the young man after blowing out a puff of smoke and extinguishing the cigarette butt.
"It's not hard." The young man smiled, turned and left.
"It's hard to imagine that a small gang can have so much wealth. The silver dollars alone are nearly three million yuan, which is dozens of times richer than us in the north, let alone gold bars... It's really hard for me.
Just imagine how many evil things Yuan Wenhui and the Qinggang did to have so much savings." The professor said slowly as the various amounts of the total harvest echoed in his mind.
Starfire and Ocean understood the meaning and remained silent.