The Germans imprisoned Old Jones in a luxurious castle on the outskirts of Salzburg, Austria. This place originally belonged to an old nobleman, but after Austria was annexed to Germany, the castle became the intelligence center of the German Wehrmacht.
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"I hate the weather in Austria, it's no different than damn London!"
Jones, wearing a poncho, knocked on the castle door while cursing.
The rude knock on the door quickly attracted the attention of the gatekeeper. Before the German agent dressed as a gatekeeper even understood what was happening, the two of them pushed open the door and rushed into the castle.
"Hey, here is..."
The gatekeeper wanted to say something else when he saw Chen Mo take out a Thompson submachine gun with fifty rounds of drum ammunition from under his poncho.
"Don't even think about it!"
Seeing that the janitor wanted to shout a warning, Jones, who was standing in front of him, punched the janitor's front door. It was like a soy sauce shop had hit the janitor's face, and tears, nose, nose, and blood flowed out.
Finding that one punch was not enough to bring down the opponent, Chen Mo immediately hit him with the butt of his gun again, hitting him square in the face, causing the janitor to stagger and spit out a few broken teeth.
But the janitor still stood tenaciously, and it was not until Jones gave the opponent another kick that the janitor slowly slipped to the ground with a despairing expression that was half confused and half desolate.
"Go find your father!"
"give it to you!"
After separating from Jones, Chen Mo walked straight into the huge banquet hall in the center of the castle, which had been transformed into a tactical deduction room by the Germans. Radio stations were placed on both sides of the room, and a huge tactical sandbox was placed in the center. There were also pictures on the walls.
A large map of Europe hangs.
A dozen staff officers and soldiers were busy in the room, and then Chen Mo kicked down the knight armor stand beside him, interrupting everyone's work.
The whole room suddenly fell silent. The Germans looked at Chen Mo, who was dressed in a mafia look, and the latter apologized loudly and bowed.
“Private Marseille with red bean paste!”
The sudden Japanese language made the Germans even more confused, but Chen Mo had a second sentence.
"It's a black card, it's onboard!"
Death Eye was activated, and all the German soldiers in the room were marked one by one, followed by continuous flames from the muzzle and dropped brass bullet casings.
The dozen or so German soldiers in the room were all dead in an instant. When Chen Mo stopped shooting, there was only flying confetti left in the room.
After throwing the empty drum on the ground and taking out a new drum to finish loading, Chen Mo took out another bottle of snake oil and poured it into his mouth.
“Red Bean Smi Masai!”
“Red Bean Smi Masai!”
While using his construction site Japanese to apologize to the German soldiers, and at the same time using a submachine gun to send the unaware German soldiers into the sky, Chen Mo felt that he should not be too great. With such a dedicated spirit, it is not too much to call himself an apology fairy, right?
The scurrying German soldiers reacted quickly, but in a narrow area, Chen Mo's Thompson was far more useful than the rifles in their hands. Under dark vision, it was difficult for the German soldiers to ambush Chen Mo.
"Grenade, use grenade quickly!"
In the chaos, an officer shouted loudly.
Several German soldiers immediately took out the M24 grenade, took off the ring, and tried to use delayed detonation to kill Chen Mo. However, at the moment when the grenade was released, Chen Mo, holding the revolver, leaned out from the corner.
With the sound of a gunshot, several grenades were shot back by him.
In a narrow room, the damage effect of grenades was doubled. Although the M24 did not have many fragments, it had a sufficient charge. A few grenades directly killed more than a dozen German soldiers, either dead or maimed.
When a German officer was vomiting blood and dying, he heard Chen Mo's red bean puree smimassai again. He had spent some time in Japan, so he naturally knew that Chen Mo was speaking Japanese.
"Damn Japanese dwarf!"
Due to weight issues, Chen Mo only carried three fifty-round drum magazines. Although he had controlled the rate of fire, he still ran out of ammunition before destroying the enemy.
After seeing Chen Mo drop his submachine gun, the remaining German soldiers finally breathed a sigh of relief. They were a less important unit here. The location was very secret. The disadvantage was that there were no guards. There were less than a hundred people in the castle. In such a short time,
, Chen Mo has killed more than sixty people. Although the remaining German soldiers have successfully joined forces, they only have rifles and pistols in their hands. They cannot defeat Chen Mo's submachine gun. But now that the opponent has no bullets, the chance to make a contribution is gone.
coming!
"He's out of bullets, catch him alive!"
The only remaining SS colonel hid at the back of the crowd and shouted orders.
Several eager recruits, led by a veteran, immediately approached Chen Mo's position by relying on the facilities in the room. After confirming that they and Chen Mo were separated by a wall, a recruit simply put down his rifle, pulled out his bayonet, and rushed forward.
Then he saw Chen Mo take out another MP35 submachine gun from under his clothes.
"Schei?e!" (Shit)
The corpse whose whole head was blasted by 9mm Luger bullets fell to the ground with a thud. Seeing his companions fall, the frightened German soldiers rushed to the corridor and fired all the bullets in their guns to vent their fear.
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Just as they were loading their magazines, red bean paste smimasai came from the corridor again.
After the extremely precise shooting killed more than ten people in a few seconds, the remaining ten or so German soldiers finally collapsed. They howled, scrambled to jump out of the window, then dropped their helmets and armed belts, and headed towards
Escape far away.
The SS colonel also wanted to run, but because he could not grab his men, he was knocked to the ground. When he got up again, a suspicious voice came from behind him.
Looking at the Ruger pistol in his hand, the colonel decided to give it a try, but he turned around. After a gunshot, the pistol in his hand was shot away by the bullet.
"Omos Roy!"
Chen Mo's eyes lit up. He had never dueled with anyone since leaving the West, but this brave SS colonel aroused his interest, so he decided to use the Western method to resolve the battle.
"Pick up the gun and give you a fair chance to compete!"
Chen Mo walked to the corner of the room and stood still, inserting the revolver back into his waist, then took out a cigar and put it in his mouth.
The indignant SS colonel could only scold the Japanese for their despicableness, and then suppressed his fear and picked up the Luger pistol.
After taking a deep breath, the colonel was about to raise his pistol when he saw a flash of fire in Chen Mo's right hand. His expression froze. The last thing that came to his mind was, why are these damn Japanese so fast?
