This is a small car.

The headlights are still forty or fifty meters away from Hans Clinic, and the headlights are off.

The car parked there, very quiet.

Old Huang frowned.

He is now unable to determine why the car came here and whether there is any problem.

All of this is just Cheng Qianfan's guess. If the guess is wrong, it is just a false alarm, which is the best.

It is quite difficult to organize the organization to have such a secret clinic with advanced equipment in Shanghai.

The most important thing is that unless it is confirmed that the other party is the enemy, he can shoot and warn first if he has no choice, otherwise Lao Huang will need to wait for Cheng Qianfan's signal.

Therefore, Lao Huang chose to hold his troops unmoved.

...

Public telephone booth.

Cheng Qianfan invested a telephone coin from the French Concession.

“You want Hans Clinic.”

Wearing a mask on his face, he looked at the surroundings with vigilance.

Half a minute later, Cheng Qianfan put down the microphone.

His expression was extremely serious.

The phone number at Hans Clinic is not accessible.

This is not right.

The phone in the clinic is open for 24 hours, and there is no saying that the phone line is unplugged in the middle of the night.

Then, the biggest possibility is that the telephone line of Hans Clinic was destroyed.

From this we can also calculate that the enemy's target can basically be determined by Hans Clinic.

Without further ado, we must respond!

Cheng Qianfan left the phone booth and came to an alley.

He climbed up to the wall with one run, and then climbed up to the roof like a cat.

He leaned over and moved forward on the roof with his hands and feet.

Finally, he found the target house.

There is a reason why this family was chosen by him. The second floor here is the second best shooting point on this street. At the same time, the most important thing is that when the back door of this family goes out and passes through a wall in the alley, it is a well-connected road.

As for the best shooting point, Cheng Qianfan left it to Lao Huang.

The house is now empty. To be precise, the house is the secret private home of the former Chief of the Central Police Officer Qin Detai.

The French Concession did not break up with Qin Detai, nor did it touch Qin Detai's houses and industries in Shanghai.

Qin Detai fled Shanghai, and the house was temporarily closed, so Cheng Qianfan secretly "taken for his own use".

...

The window on the second floor was locked from inside.

Cheng Qianfan did not hesitate at all. He grabbed the eaves with one hand, jumped down, and gently penetrated into the open window on the first floor.

The whole set of actions is smooth and flowing, and it is done in one go.

This house belongs to a dentist.

This dentist often runs between Suzhou and Shanghai, living here for a month and over there for a month.

Cheng Qianfan carefully checked and confirmed that the dentist's family did not come back suddenly.

Then, he opened the back door, and felt something tied up in sacks from outside the door, in the grass by the river. He carried the bundle to the second floor.

This is a Type 38 rifle, which was placed by Lao Huang in advance on the back door.

He called Lao Huang before and said that he would get two bottles of good flowers for Lao Huang, which means two long spears, Lao Huang himself and he himself.

Cheng Qianfan took out a pair of medical gloves from his body and put them on.

A small gap was opened on the window and the muzzle was released.

His hands rubbed the trigger, his body moved slightly, and found the best design position.

Then, he put the gun down and came to the bedroom next door, where there was a phone number.

"We want to have No. 32 Kaisen Road."

Hearing the phone ringing, Cheng Qianfan immediately hung up.

No. 32 Kaisen Road is the house of Qin Detai. The phone rings and Lao Huang has no intention of answering the phone. He immediately turned his head and looked at the house slightly farther away from the opposite side.

The flame with a lighter lighted up and then went out.

Lao Huang's dim eyes instantly became sharp.

This is a secret code issued by Cheng Qianfan.

The phone stopped as soon as it rang, which means that Cheng Qianfan had successfully arrived at the house diagonally opposite.

The lighter's fire represents that the opponent's target is most likely to be Hans Clinic, and will now enter a state of in-fight.

Lao Huang took out the foreign fire box from his body, drew a foreign fire, and immediately blew it out.

This is a signal to Cheng Qianfan and confirmed that it has been received.

Cheng Qianfan returned to the shooting position, his calm and sharp eyes looked through the sight to the silent car not far from Hans' clinic.

Old Huang drew a foreign fire, meaning that a suspected target appeared, so Cheng Qianfan immediately locked the car.

...

What is this car waiting for?

Cheng Qianfan frowned and thought.

At this moment, I got off the co-pilot alone.

The person leaned against the edge of the front cover of the car, and a fire lit up. This person cut a foreign fire and lit a cigarette.

About a few minutes later.

Some noises came faintly in the distance.

Cheng Qianfan looked over and saw more than a dozen people riding over under the dim street lights.

The man who was smoking threw the cigarette roll on the ground and greeted the person riding a foreign bike.

Cheng Qianfan's eyes cold, and he moved his muzzle slightly and pointed it at the man who was riding a foreign car.

The man talked to the leading man who came on a foreign car and pointed to the direction of Hans' clinic.

...

"Xizejun, I had arranged for someone to call the clinic before, and someone answered the phone." The man said, "Then said he would not be treated at night."

"In addition, my people have inquired and no patients have been transferred from Hans Clinic, so we can confirm that the target is in the clinic."

"Then I took someone to cut off the phone line," the man said.

"It's done well, Cao Sang." Xize nodded with satisfaction and patted Cao Yu on the shoulder.

As he said that, he took out a short gun from his waist and waved his hand, "Around Hans Clinic, hurry!"

More than a dozen agents parked the foreign car, took out their guns, and surrounded Hans' clinic.

"Bang!"

Cheng Qianfan fired.

The muzzle made a dull sound, and the warhead hit Xize's chest directly.

"Enemy attack!" The agent of the special high school class who was suddenly attacked immediately fell to the ground and looked around nervously, looking for the attacker's location.

After Cheng Qianfan fired the first shot, he quickly pulled the bolt and fired continuously without any pause.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Two more special agents from the Special High School Class were hit, one of them was shot in the back and twitched on the ground.

One of them was shot in the shoulder and screamed.

"There!" A special high school agent shouted at a window on the second floor.

The agents raised the short gun in their hands and shot towards the window.

Let’s not talk about whether the shooting distance and accuracy of the short gun can hit the opponent, the most important thing is to suppress the opponent’s firepower.
To be continued...