The next day, outside the Japanese military police residential area, there was a rickshaw and a shoe shiner.
Some of the shops here have already opened for business, and some have not yet opened. After all, it is too early, only six o'clock, and most of the people here are Japanese doing business.
One of the rickshaw pullers sat directly next to a small beach selling fried dough sticks, drinking tea and eating fried dough sticks, looking natural and joking with the boss next to him.
"Boss, your fried dough stick seems a bit small. It seems a little thinner than the one at Ximen Gate."
"Don't you see what kind of place we are here? Isn't it comparable to the one at West Gate? My fried dough sticks are much more delicious than those at West Gate. Many Japanese people usually come to my place to eat fried dough sticks."
The boss didn't pay attention to it, but just started joking. After all, there weren't many people around now. Even if a few Japanese came to buy it, they just sold it casually.
At this moment, I saw the small door of the gendarmerie's residence open, and a middle-aged man ran out from inside.
He walked casually on the street with empty hands, but he still looked around, obviously paying attention to his surroundings and looking a little cautious.
However, he didn't seem to take it to heart and was very casual.
But the young man eating the fried dough sticks' eyes lit up, and the shoemaker's eyes lit up almost as well. However, he lowered his head again and just looked at the middle-aged man opposite him with the corner of his eyes.
"We have a guest, boss, please put down the money first."
When the young man eating fried dough sticks saw the person coming out, he happily put down a few cents and ran over directly pulling the rickshaw.
The shoemaker, however, sat there and did not get up immediately.
"Sir, do you make cars?"
The young man pulled the cart and ran over, and cautiously asked the people who came out at noon.
"Go away, don't take the car!"
As soon as the noon man saw the smelly truck puller, he immediately started scolding him.
"Sir, my car bag, you run fast and steady, really."
The young man immediately put down the car and prepared to meet him. However, when he put down his hand, he blocked it with his body, then pulled out the pistol directly from his arms and fired continuously at the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man never thought that a cart puller turned out to be an assassin. What was originally a common thing now turned into an assassin who assassinated him.
"Damn it, you..."
"Bah bang bang!"
Three shots were fired in succession, and the middle-aged man's eyes almost widened as he looked at the blood spurting from his chest and fell back unwillingly.
When the young man saw that the man had been killed, he ran out of the car, ran to the side, and started running crazily on the street.
The middle-aged man was none other than Yu Zhengdong. No one would have thought that Yu Zhengdong would have appeared this morning and become the victim of a dead soldier's attack on what Qian Jun had arranged in the middle of the night yesterday.
The shoemaker and the old man selling fried dough sticks opposite seemed to be quite frightened when they saw the murderer. They collected their things and ran in the other direction.
But when the shoemaker's box started running, there was a clanging sound inside, like the sound of metal colliding.
Those were four grenades, and the direction he sent them was the direction the young man was running. He also wanted to support them.
When Yu Zhengdong fell, the military police guards on the opposite side also saw the young man firing. Especially since the sound of the gunfire directly absorbed the opponent, they immediately picked up their guns and chased after him.
He followed the young man and opened fire, but the distance between them increased from more than 20 meters to more than 100 meters. Moreover, the young man's speed was quite fast, and the distance continued to widen.
When the young man carrying a shoe box behind him saw the Japanese soldiers chasing him, he followed directly behind the Japanese soldiers and chased after them.
But when the distance between him and the Japanese soldiers was almost twenty meters, he also had an extra pistol in his hand.
He fired repeatedly at the two chasing Japanese soldiers.
The two Japanese soldiers never thought that there would be reinforcements behind them, so they threw themselves directly on the ground in front, and then saw blood pouring out from behind.
"Damn you little devil, go to hell."
He cursed secretly, then threw out a few flyers from his pocket and chased the young man in front of him. There were few pedestrians on the street, and many shops were not even open yet.
After the two people ran across this street, they turned a corner and entered the park in the other direction.
After hearing the gunshots, the Japanese military police behind them also ran over three minutes later, but no one could be seen in front of them.
But Yu Zhengdong and the two Japanese soldiers had already fallen to the ground, too dead to die.
"Baga, who's job is this? If you dare to come to the door of the gendarmerie to assassinate you, chase me!"
As a Japanese pointed in the direction, a group of about ten Japanese military police chased after him.
"Jingle Bell!"
Oda Ernan was sleeping at home. Before he got up, he heard the phone ringing by the bedside.
He looked at his watch dissatisfiedly and realized it was 6:05. He couldn't help but pick up the phone and asked directly: "Who, what is it?"
"Section Chief Oda, what's wrong, Yu Zhengdong was killed just as he walked to the gate, and two imperial military police were also killed. Now they are chasing the assassins."
"Baga, what are you talking about? Yu Zhengdong was killed as soon as he went out. What do you do for food? Just catch up with me and I want to live." Oda Ernan was almost so angry that he was almost smoking.
"Hi!"
However, when the Japanese military police and police surrounded them again, the two young men had already disappeared into the city and had already gone to nowhere.
In a shantytown in the north of the city, Sanwa and Erhu were sitting in a room, almost out of breath.
"Sanwa, let's clean up now and leave immediately to prevent anything from happening. After all, the old man or people around may recognize us!"
"No, the higher-ups have already informed us that we will stay at home these days. The money has been delivered. Now we will hide all the weapons. Don't let anyone see it."
"That's okay, but someone from here also saw us just now. I'm afraid..."
"It's okay. We threw away all our other things and even changed our clothes. As for the rickshaw, it was just stolen and can't be traced to us. Don't worry, it's a little weird that you threw away your shoe box.
pity."
"It's okay. I've already made a new one at home. In a few days, I'll pick up the new one."
The two of them discussed it, then fell on the bed and started to sleep. As for the table, there were still some dishes, but there was no wine.
Compared with the happiness of the two people, Colonel Nozawa in the Japanese military police was almost going crazy. After all, shooting and killing people at the gate of the military police compound, wouldn't this be a slap in his face?
"Baga, these anti-Japanese elements are so arrogant. They even killed people and distributed leaflets. Let me check. Start from the printed leaflets. We must find them out. We must make sure that none of these anti-Japanese elements can escape. Kill them all.
!”
He shouted loudly while banging the table.
"Xiao Tian, this time, you have to give me your results. Look, these damn flyers are about to be stuck in our faces. Do you still have the face?"
"Hi!"
Oda Ernan bowed directly and responded loudly.
This chapter has been completed!