Because it was dark and he was in a panic, Feng Yuan had been running parallel to the railway, not in the west, but in the southwest direction. He missed the opportunity to cross the railway.
Trapped in the cold mud, his body was already frozen. The temperature on this rainy night was no more than ten degrees. In the cold rain and mud, it seemed to be only five or six degrees.
After intense exercise, the cold air would immediately enter the body and penetrate deep into the bone marrow.
He knew that he couldn't keep doing this, so he decided to continue wriggling to drive away the cold air and let his frozen body recover. He forced his wrist to slowly move in front of his eyes. The watch was already wet, and the time was one o'clock. However, he chose to give up. Due to the cold, his brain was already slow and could not capture the two-second gap in the darkness. He cursed weakly and looked up at the sky. The rain did not show any signs of stopping. The cold raindrops hit his already numb face.
How much longer would it take for these damn patrol cars to leave? This railway line was from North Station to Wusong Road. Sooner or later, these armored patrol cars would have to make way for the train.
Just as he was thinking about this, the sound of a train horn came from afar. This made Feng Yuan see hope. The fire of hope restored some vitality to his almost frozen heart, although the blood in his body was no longer warm.
However, what followed was a few bursts of heavy machine gun fire. The train in the distance let out a low growl reluctantly. The frequency of the vibrations on the rails became slower and slower. Finally, the huge body stopped with the ear-piercing sound of the brakes.
For this pursuit, not only did they mobilize thousands of military police, but even the railway line was stopped.
Laughing at himself, he struggled to move his stiff body and found that he could no longer feel anything below his knees.
He was already a frozen snake in winter! Where was the farmer?
Sleepiness came. This was a self-preservation reaction at the last moment. Closing all energy-consuming activities was also a physiological symptom of severe cerebral hemorrhage.
The mud around him had turned into a pool of water. He wanted to fall asleep and hope that the sun would shine when he woke up, or that he would never wake up again.
And it was this pool of water that saved him. Whenever he relaxed, the mud would pour into his mouth and nose, and then he would choke and cough, allowing his brain to regain a little spirit. If he didn't know how to swim, then he would really have drowned. However, how could a master of action like him not know how to swim?
He lingered on the edge of hell, where he had no hope of survival and could not die.
He thought of the Mosin. Nagan and the Browning at his waist gave up. He couldn't even pull the bolt that was filled with mud. With his stiff fingers, he probably couldn't even pull the trigger.
Just like that, after an unknown period of time, he heard the ground shake. It was the footsteps of a group of soldiers.
Did I get discovered?
Great, the farmer is here, the Japanese are here to save me! However, he still chose to be quiet. His eyes, the organ that consumed the least energy and the organ that was least afraid of the cold, looked in the direction of the footsteps.
The speed of his footsteps completely surpassed the speed of a person's eyes.
A large leather boot gradually enlarged in his pupils. Just two feet away from his head, it stepped down heavily, splashing muddy water like waves covering his face and nostrils.
Before he could react, the second, third, and fourth one followed.
Five Japanese soldiers ran to the front of the armored vehicle, waving small flags and shouting at the same time,"The outer checkpoints have been set up. The patrol cars can return to the North Station!”
Hope often appeared in times of despair.
As the roar went away, the train's whistle sounded, and a series of lights flashed, the open land returned to darkness!
A person crawled out of the dark mud. He was very slow, as slow as a sloth.
Although the sloth moved slowly, it was free. Feng Yuan was free at this moment. When he held the gun and tried to lift his upper body out of the mud, he felt warmth.
It took him an hour to climb to the side of the track and another hour to stagger 500 meters. He climbed over a low wall and found a pile of goods covered with tarpaulin in the cargo yard. He lifted a corner of the tarpaulin and crawled into the dark, moldy, and damp tarpaulin. At that moment, he found warmth, dryness, and safety. He found heaven on a rainy night!
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When Feng Yuan came out of the building where the safe house was located, he saw the military police and agents swarming in. They were glaring at him with their bayonet and whistling bullets. He knew that he had been exposed. He turned around and retreated through the door, preparing to go straight to the roof. There was another evacuation tunnel there.
However, just as he retreated to the door of the building, he heard messy footsteps on the stairs, accompanied by Japanese language!
Not good, they were completely surrounded!
He took out the Browning pistol from his waist. There were seven bullets in the gun. He decided that the first six were for the Japanese and the last one was for himself.
Two military policemen rushed through the door, and three military policemen turned around the stairs.
They simultaneously withdrew their bullets. In this narrow space, the penetrating power of the Type 38 rifle was too strong.
The five swords came back from the front and back, completely ignoring the Browning in his hands!
He couldn't hesitate anymore. He aimed at the military policeman on the right and pulled the trigger decisively. At the same time, he leaned to the left and prepared to shoot the second one. At this distance, he could pull the trigger three times in one second and kill five Japanese in less than two seconds.
However, after pulling the trigger, the familiar gun vibration did not come. He suddenly realized that the firing pin soaked in the mud must have been stuck by the sand.
He was unwilling to give up. He repeatedly pulled the trigger until the grinning military police threw him to the ground!
In the underground interrogation room of the gendarmerie, all the torture instruments had been used. He was already completely mutilated and his limbs were crippled! He gritted his teeth and did not make a sound.
"Tell me a name and I'll let you out!”This was the first sentence he had heard in this interrogation room.
How was that possible? No one could have any ideas about that woman.
In the end, he was trapped on the steel mesh bed, and the brazier with the branding iron was stuffed under the bed!
The scorching flames licked the iron bed and his skin. This was a high temperature that life could not resist!
He suddenly began to yearn for that rainy night a long time ago, that cold mud!
Oil seeped out of his charred skin and dripped into the brazier. With a popping sound, a small flame jumped out.
"As long as you tell me the name of your accomplice, I will remove this brazier.”
This was his soul being roasted, whipped, and interrogated.
Finally, he was about to speak! He wanted to say that woman's name! Even if it was to exchange for a bullet.
Just as he said that, a grenade was stuffed into the brazier under the bed and it exploded!
He was immediately surrounded by fire! His soul was about to be extracted from his body!
At this moment, he woke up as if he had been electrocuted and sat up with a bang.
His head hit a wooden box above him.
So it was a dream!
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Feng Yuan covered his head and curled up again. The collision woke him up completely. During the time he hid under the canvas, he had had the same dream countless times!
The noon sun baked the canvas like an oven. It was as if he was lying on a brazier. His head was hot and he felt dizzy.
He finally distinguished what happened last night from what happened in his dream.
In just half a day, he had experienced two heavens of ice and fire! He had to leave this place. He knew that woman was waiting for him. He knew that woman was worried about him.
The clothes on his body were already dry, and the mud on his body had been washed away by the rain. However, his clothes were already worn out, and his knees and elbows were already worn out. Because they had not been treated in time, there were already signs of inflammation.
His joints were aching and he had a high fever. These were all symptoms of cold air entering his body.
That mosin. Rust had already appeared on the Na Gan. If it was not maintained in time, it would probably greatly affect the accuracy.
There was also a key in his pocket, the key to the safe house.
At this moment, he had recovered a lot of his strength, but hunger attacked him again, and his throat was burning with pain.
He first hid the two guns, then gently lifted the tarpaulin and poked his head out to observe the surroundings. When he saw that no one was around, he came out of the tarpaulin. The afternoon sun shone on his face, making him dizzy and light-headed.
Stumbling over the low wall, his entire body was drenched in sweat and he could barely stand.
He had a sense of direction and location during the day. What made him most happy was that the five-story building of the safe house was only two kilometers away.
There were necessary medicines there to treat the bruises on his body.
There were clothes over there that he could change out of.
More importantly, there was money there. He could buy some medicine and food, and he could rent a rickshaw home. With his current weak body, he could not return to the concession at all.
He raised his hand to look at his watch. The hands had stopped and the dial was covered in mist. He tidied up his clothes, removed the torn cloth strips, rolled up his sleeves and pants, rubbed away the mud, took off his watch, put it in his pocket, combed his hair, and wiped his cloth shoes. Only then did he get used to his sore joints and dizzy head. He limped toward the train station.
The defense of the Japanese occupied area had always been lax in the north and tight in the south. The passage to the concession must still be strictly checked. Only the main checkpoints at the north were left, and some temporary checkpoints had been withdrawn.
The establishment of the safe house was also based on the characteristics of the Japanese army's defense. It was chosen to be located in the north, not far from the North Train Station. This way, it could deviate from the focus area of the Japanese army and make it easy to evacuate.
It was obvious that the checkpoint was set up to prevent entry, so he followed the flow of people entering and leaving the train station and successfully entered the checkpoint. It was less than two kilometers, but Feng Yuan had to walk and stop for an hour.
Even so, he had no choice but to lean against the corner of the wall and gasp for breath again. He licked his dry lips, looked at the bun shop by the roadside, and sniffed the alluring smell coming from the steamer.
The building of the safe house was right in front of him. It was like a sleepy person seeing a pillow. The basic physiological desire of humans made him overly confident in the peace around him. He only glanced at the window above the hibiscus tree from afar. The small wooden strip on the windowsill was still there, and the corner of the curtain was still exposed on the window.
He smiled and walked towards the entrance of the building!
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When Ichiro Suzuki found the weapons in the compartment of the box, as well as a suit and leather shoes, he picked up the leather shoes and sniffed them. Then, he put on the suit and tried it on. He also found some change in his pocket, and a smug smile appeared on his face.
The intelligence team was the intelligence team. Even the captain of the operation team was not to be underestimated.
Therefore, he immediately arranged for the deployment. Today was the first day of the deployment of the safe house, and it was also the moment when the killer was most likely to appear.
There were three similar apartments here, each with about thirty units. There were also many vendors, small shops, and restaurants that were necessary for the daily lives of hundreds of residents.
Therefore, the ten or so members of the operation team led by Ichiro Suzuki quickly found suitable roles: pedestrians, rickshaw drivers, small cigarette sellers, and tanghulu sellers.
There were two team members in the empty room opposite the safe house with binoculars to observe the movements of the safe house. There were also shooters on the platform on the roof of the third building.
On the other hand, Ichiro Suzuki changed into a double-breasted jacket, put on a singlet, pulled a rickshaw, and ran back and forth in a one-mile radius. His eyes were fixed on everyone who approached this area. His gaze always fell on the feet and clothes of the 1.65-meter-tall and strong people. He naturally chose to give up on those who were tall or short, fat or thin, wearing leather shoes and suits.
When they ran back and forth, they would always pull a team member along. When they saw the target man, they would arrange for the team member to act as a passenger to follow him within a certain range.
When he pulled back his team members, he arranged for them to make some adjustments to their control so that they would look more natural.
When Feng Yuan appeared in this area, he was discovered by Ichiro Suzuki immediately. However, Feng Yuan's legs were stiff and his movements were slow. Coupled with his sickly face, he selectively gave up. After all, this person's behavior was far from that of an assassin.
When he saw that person gulping at the steamed bun shop's steamer, he gave up without hesitation and swept past that person.
Just as Ichiro Suzuki turned around a few streets, he suddenly realized that if this killer had been lurking for at least sixteen hours since last night, how could he have time to eat while avoiding arrest? Shouldn't he be exhausted? Shouldn't the freezing rain last night have made him sick?
Moreover, he was heading towards the three apartment buildings!
This almost made him conclude that this person was an assassin! Thinking about it, he felt that there was nothing about this person that did not fit the characteristics of an assassin!
Therefore, he stopped circling around and immediately turned the steering wheel to the main road in front of the three apartment buildings. He wanted to make a final confirmation there. As long as that person turned onto this road, he could almost issue an arrest order to the surrounding subordinates.
At this moment, the sun was shining high in the sky, and the water vapor was rising after the rain. There were very few pedestrians on the road.
A woman with curly hair, a petite figure, a floral cheongsam, and a red paper umbrella that covered half of her face walked past Suzuki Ichiro.
Ichiro Suzuki couldn't help but be stunned. Looking at the woman's back, he thought of his hometown. It was the same season, and the cherry blossoms were already in full bloom there. The same woman was holding a paper umbrella, walking gracefully on the cherry blossom road. However, her qipao was replaced by a kimono.
It was not until the woman turned the corner of the street that he came back to his senses. Because of confidentiality, they had not communicated for two years.
With the start of the Holy War, he felt lucky that he didn't make any promises to that woman. He was used to seeing life and death, so he felt that he was an insignificant worm in the Holy War. He didn't know when his life would be easily crushed by the giant of war.
It's been two years since I last heard from her, she might have forgotten about me
He suddenly woke up. He was carrying out a mission and was waiting for that person to appear. He was waiting for him to turn into this street and enter this floor. He wanted to pounce on the man from behind when he took out the door key. A good shooter might not be a master of combat, not to mention that he had always been confident in his skills.
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Liu Yuexin calmly walked into the door of the traffic class. She didn't even look at the door next to her. Xiao Hong arrived earlier than her. Today's clothes were obviously different from usual, and she put on makeup more carefully than usual. She felt a little ashamed of herself.
What surprised her even more was that Xiao Hong's face was full of reproach, as if she had made a big mistake.
"You, you, you're so infuriating. Why are you still dressed like this? Look at your hairstyle.”
Seeing Liu Yuexin's puzzled face, Xiao Hong was even angrier.
"Have you forgotten about our date tonight?”
Liu Yuexin then remembered that yesterday, Kondo Tomie and Yamamoto Kenzo had invited them to eat Japanese food tonight. At that time, he did not give her a clear answer. Since there was no clear rejection, he should have gone.
Too many things had happened yesterday, and he was highly nervous. He had also encountered a large search that night. He had not slept well that night, and he had long forgotten about the date.
Liu Yuexin smiled apologetically. It seemed that Xiao Hong was looking forward to this date and had prepared carefully.
At this moment, the squad leader stood at the door of the conference room and shouted,"Stop talking and come to the conference room for a meeting!”
What was supposed to come had finally come.
When he entered the telephone room in the morning, he saw that the record book that was usually hung on the wall had been taken away. The record book was usually saved in the telephone department's archive room when it was full. It was obvious that the record book of his squad was in the Special Higher Police.
His obviously wrong phone records would definitely be discovered. If he made any mistakes during the interrogation, all his phone records during that time period would be verified one by one. The call records of the Shanghai Municipal Bureau would also be obtained by them.
When she walked into the meeting room, she was surprised to find that all her colleagues were already seated. In front of each of them was a Parker gold pen and a new notebook. The class monitor on duty had a smile on her face and revealed a rare gentleness unique to Japanese women."Everyone has worked hard. The higher-ups are very satisfied with our work. They will reward each of us with a Parker gold pen, which belongs to our personal property.”
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