pertwk Chapter 141 Assault on the Mite Division
Chapter 141 Assault on the Mite Division
Yan Shuo casually tossed the gun back to the tall, thin agent and asked in a deep voice, "What's your name?"
"This humble servant, Han Jiu, greets Mr. Liu!" Han Jiu was so frightened that his legs went weak. He took the gun with both hands, his fingertips trembling uncontrollably, and his heart was about to jump out of his chest.
The agents and police officers standing nearby didn't dare to breathe, keeping their heads down and not daring to look at Yan Shuo. They felt that the man in front of them was ruthless and they couldn't afford to offend him.
"Go back and tell Ji Chuan that he needs an explanation this time." Yan Shuo's voice was chillingly cold. "In Shanghai, can't I, Liu, live freely anymore? Just some Tom, Dick, or Harry can point a gun at my head?"
"If he can't be persuaded, then let Li Qun and Ding Mo come see me!"
"Yes, yes, yes! I will definitely pass on the message exactly as it was!" Han Jiu nodded and bowed repeatedly, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.
"Who are you chasing?" Yan Shuo glanced in the distance, his tone impatient. "Instead of properly chasing after them, you've learned to rob the rich to help the poor along the way?"
"When did the discipline at No. 76 become so chaotic? Anyone can wield a feather as a club, robbing whomever they want? Is there no law? Is there no order?"
He pointed to the mess of pastries on the table and said in a deep voice, "These are such good pastries, and you've ruined them with your dirty hands. Am I supposed to eat them?"
"Yes, yes, yes! I was wrong, I was wrong!" Han Jiu kept bowing and admitting his mistake. "That man was a Communist. He killed three of our brothers, that's why we rushed after him!"
"Go after the people chasing you." Yan Shuo waved his hand, his tone indifferent. "Don't forget to tell Ji Chuan, otherwise, I'll personally go to No. 76 to reason with them."
"Yes, yes, yes! Definitely!"
"Get lost."
"Let's go, let's go!" Han Jiu hurriedly called out to everyone, not even caring about Wang Zhe's corpse on the ground, and led the team in a disheveled manner to chase after them in the previous direction, fearing that if they were a step too late, they would suffer the same fate as Wang Zhe.
Silence returned to the pavilion. Yan Shuo turned and helped Li Zhiyao up, his tone softening instantly: "Were you frightened?"
Li Zhiyao gently shook her head and held his hand: "I'm fine, I just didn't expect them to be so rampant."
Yan Shuo ruffled her hair, his gaze darkening. "With me here, no one can hurt you in the slightest."
Looking at Wang Zhe's corpse on the ground, Yan Shuo sneered. This guy was a servant of the Wang family, one of the three landlord families in Xinze Weapon Village. He was born into the family and became a squad leader. He thought he was so capable that he was going to fly to the sky.
This time, I'll take the opportunity to kill you, and then use the 76th Division to see if I can ruin the Wang family. Anyway, they're all bad people, the whole family is no good. That daughter of theirs is still a communications officer in the Wang puppet regime's secret service. That's an important department of the Wang puppet regime, where they often clash with the Military Intelligence Bureau. Their main job is to recruit important party and state officials to defect. They're scoundrels.
This department is extremely difficult for the Military Intelligence Bureau to infiltrate; several groups of people have already died there. If Yan Shuo hadn't wanted to obtain intelligence, he would have wiped out this department long ago. They are truly outrageous. If all else fails, he might as well just destroy them. Yan Shuo plans to send Li Zhiyao back and then make a trip to the Secret Service.
Damn it, when the MIT recruits someone, they not only check their ancestors for eight generations, but also their friends, teachers, and introducers. That's not all, they also have to tell everyone they eat, drink, and relieve themselves. They even have to go to the toilet in pairs. Isn't that amazing?
Such a bizarre department shouldn't exist. With you making such a mess, how are we supposed to have fun?
In Shanghai, such a cunning department cannot exist. That's what I, Li, am saying.
After sending Li Zhiyao back, Yan Shuo sent someone to inquire about the so-called Communist who had been wandering around Yiyuan with blood on his hands that day. He asked if he was a Communist or not. After assigning the task, he went out and headed towards the Shanghai branch of the MIT Department.
It was around 5 p.m., almost dark, which is the time when people usually get off work. Yan Shuo arrived just as it was about to end his shift.
As dusk settled over Nanjing West Road, the blue brick walls of the Wang Jingwei regime's secret police headquarters exuded a somber atmosphere.
Guards stood on either side of the gate, rifles at their sides, the air thick with the cold smell of ammunition.
At 5:15 p.m., as the crowd of people leaving get off work gradually dispersed, Yan Shuo, dressed in a dark blue long gown, approached from behind the last few employees, his boots crunching over the gravel as he scanned the guards' positions and the blind spots of the searchlights.
His mission wasn't to steal intelligence; it was to overturn the communications center of the Secret Service.
After the staff had dispersed, Yan Shuo quickly went around to the narrow alley at the back.
Two guards at the alley entrance were smoking with their heads down. He bent down, picked up a fist-sized piece of broken brick, strode forward, and smashed the brick precisely into the back of the neck of the guard on the left. The man groaned and fell to the ground.
The guard on the right turned around in surprise, and Yan Shuo struck him in the throat with his elbow. The guard knelt down with his hands around his neck, and Yan Shuo kicked him hard in the temple. The man fell silent instantly.
After collecting the body, Yan Shuo grabbed the edge of the wall and climbed over it. With a soft clatter of tiles, he spotted the lights of the telecommunications department on the third floor.
Sliding down the drainpipe to the windowsill, Yan Shuo kicked the glass hard, and with a crash, the window glass shattered and flew everywhere.
Inside, Wang Wanqing was organizing documents when she was startled and reached for the pistol under the table. Yan Shuo burst in through the window, his boot slamming heavily on her wrist. A cracking sound rang out, and Wang Wanqing cried out in pain as the pistol fell to the ground.
Yan Shuo bent down, picked up the pistol, and smashed it against her forehead. Wang Wanqing's vision went black, and she collapsed to the ground.
He swept across the table, grabbed the "Telecommunications Encryption Frequency Band Adjustment Table" and took it away, then set his sights on the safe in the corner.
He pulled out a crowbar, inserted it into the gap in the cabinet, and pried hard with his arm. The lock cylinder cracked with a sharp, piercing sound, and the cabinet door was pried open and deformed.
He took all the confidential documents inside.
Wang Wanqing struggled to press the alarm in the corner of the wall. Yan Shuo caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye, and threw the crowbar with his backhand. The crowbar was driven into the wall next to her hand, and wood chips flew everywhere.
She froze in fright. Yan Shuo stepped forward, grabbed her collar, and dragged her to the table: "Your father helped the Japanese army hoard goods, and you're here recruiting people to defect. It's time to settle the Wang family's score."
No sooner had the words left his mouth than hurried footsteps and the sound of guards shouting came from the corridor, and the sound of shattering glass attracted people.
Yan Shuo pushed Wang Wanqing behind the door to block her view, and took away the radio that was working and the tape recorder that was recording the incoming call sound waves. "What the hell are you recording?"
"Get out of here!" As the guard kicked the door, a gunshot whizzed past the door frame.
Yan Shuo dodged to the side, raised his hand and pulled the trigger of the silenced pistol. The two guards fell to the ground, their blood splattering on the wall.
He grabbed the remaining documents and papers from the table, piled them in the corner, lit them, and flames leaped up, licking the papers, quickly filling the air with a burnt smell.
Before the guards could arrive to provide backup, Yan Shuo dragged Wang Wanqing over the broken windowsill. As they landed, he shoved her against the wall and pressed a gun against her temple: "Dare to make a sound, or I'll kill you immediately." Wang Wanqing trembled and dared not utter a sound.
An alarm sounded from the direction of the wall, and searchlights began to sweep back and forth.
Yan Shuo escorted Wang Wanqing around to the alley entrance, where they encountered three guards who had rushed over.
He shoved Wang Wanqing forward abruptly. The guards instinctively dodged, and Yan Shuo seized the opportunity to dart out, firing his pistol in quick succession, causing two guards to fall to the ground.