The light rain is still falling, but the gunshots that ring out from time to time in the city are the best music. Every gunshot means that an assassination has been carried out somewhere in the city.
After the Japanese died, he felt an indescribable happiness.
At this time, Changzhi of the village had not yet gotten off work, and he had already received six or seven calls, all telling him that an assassination case had occurred in such and such a place, and a shooting incident had occurred in such and such place.
Both Zuo Xiaoxiao and Zhao Yuan can be said to be extremely busy. After all, he has no way to stop this matter. The people in the intelligence team and the action team are already busy.
The street lights outside had long been extinguished, but the entire city was in chaos. The police and gendarmes were dispatched.
However, it seems that the gunfire in the city has not stopped. The roads began to be blocked and the pursuit was carried out. As for the results, no one knew.
Apart from the occasional explosion that Zhang Tianhao heard, it was also the sound of gunshots.
Zhang Tianhao knew that if it was an explosion, it was obvious that some team members had no choice but to die with the Japanese.
Although the explosion was not small, he knew that as long as there was an explosion, it meant that a brother had died in battle.
"Oh, brothers, I respect you. I hope you will be a peace dog in the next life, and not be a person in troubled times."
He sighed, then looked at the people sitting there, drinking wine slowly. Every time he heard an explosion, he raised his glass, then toasted to the explosion, and poured the wine gently down the steps, pouring it into a bowl.
Strip.
The wine was immediately washed away by the light rain, and he felt tangled in his heart.
The night was very long, but the drinking was also very long. I drank a bottle of wine for more than two hours, and there was still half of the wine in the bottle. There were three cigarettes missing, but Zhang Tianhao did not smoke one cigarette, but three.
A cigarette was already on the threshold. One of the three cigarettes had been burned, leaving only a cloud of ashes.
After three explosions, he lit three cigarettes and poured out three glasses of wine.
It is used to pay homage to brothers who died in the war.
I don't know how long it took, but Zhang Tianhao sat there without making any extra moves. He was waiting. The lights in the yard had already been extinguished by him, and the table had been moved to the lobby.
"farewell!"
The night was getting deeper and deeper, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, because in the morning, although there was a lot of movement outside, the gunshots gradually subsided.
But the Japanese or police whistles still sounded from time to time.
Qian Jun, who was not far away from Zhang Tianhao, was also not asleep. After all, the scale of the operation tonight was too large. The action team, intelligence department, and a death squad under him were all involved.
Zhongtong alone has used more than thirty people, and as for other forces, there are at least sixty or seventy people.
Every gunshot and every explosion could be a life lost.
…
Similarly, Cheng Zhongcheng was standing on a small building, standing silently under the eaves. He also couldn't sleep. For tonight's action, it can be said that he spent all his wealth to participate in this action.
Although the fireworks are beautiful, these beautiful fireworks are dyed with blood and require the lives of many brothers to water them.
"Stationmaster, would you like a cigarette?"
"No, we can't smoke, it's better to be careful!"
"Are you worried about their safety? We are ready to retreat. It should be fine now!"
"No, you didn't feel that there were a lot of gunshots tonight, right? There were already several explosions. In our Nancheng District alone, there were four gunshots. The Central Command is very generous."
"Yeah, it's so big that we can't compare with it. I didn't expect that the Central Commander Zhang Tianhao would be so ruthless, forget about the assassinations during the day, and get even crazier at night, and the Japanese would be driven into panic."
"What can we do if we are in a hurry? We can only capture some people and kill them. It is impossible to capture and kill all the people in Xinjing. There are hundreds of thousands of people in Xinjing. Can they kill them?"
Cheng Zhongcheng also looked disdainful, but he was still shocked by the madness of Zhang Tianhao, the webmaster of Zhongtong.
"This time, do we have to report it?"
"Report it. When they come back, we will report it. On the night of the massacre in Xinjing, we bombed a Japanese officer's club and other Central Commanders did it."
"Wouldn't this make the Central President look good?"
"fine!"
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Ren Linglong just mentioned the phone. She looked at the time and saw that it was already past three o'clock in the morning. She almost wanted to curse.
After all, who disturbed people's dreams in the middle of the night, but she couldn't sleep because there were constant gunshots and even explosions. She knew there was another operation in the station.
She didn't know and didn't dare to ask.
"Hello, who are you?"
"It's me. Record the number and send it out immediately. Control the time within three minutes, otherwise it will be dangerous." Zhang Tianhao's voice rang in her ears again.
When Ren Linglong heard Zhang Tianhao's voice, she didn't understand. She had already decided on her actions tonight.
Soon, three minutes later, Ren Linglong had recorded the code of the message. She only knew the code but not the specific content. After all, she was just a telegraph operator.
And Zhang Tianhao was standing in the rain, by a wall a thousand meters away from his home, and the phone pliers directly clamped the phone of an unknown merchant.
However, there was no one in the shop at this time, and they had already gone home to rest.
After he finished making the call, he put it away, then carefully looked around, and then quietly walked home.
He told Ren Linglong the contents of the telegram, and his goal was to have her issue a performance report. Although there was no specific statistics, he still placed all the credit on the head of their central commander.
"Night of Killing: 13 people were raped, more than 10 Japanese officers, and more than 30 Japanese businessmen. To be continued."
It seems a little impossible, but during the day alone, 11 people were raped, including three Japanese officers. At night, there would be even more.
As his telegram was sent, the Secret Service Division had already received the telegram, but they had not deciphered it yet.
"Report, Section Chief, this is the telegram just sent by the Central Military Commission. The time is two minutes and 21 seconds. This is the entire telegram, but it is no longer our original code book, but a brand new code book."
"Has Zhongtong's code book been changed?" Changji Murakami looked at the telegram, which was completely garbled. He had no idea what the content was and was stunned.
"Yes, section chief!"
"Can you decipher it?"
"I don't know, but I will try my best to decipher it. It takes time." Ning Shuang was also woken up in the middle of the night and went directly to work in Corey. After all, there were really not many manpower.
Now there are almost no people left in the department, and some people have already been sent out. Even telecommunications department personnel like her are equipped with pistols. You can see how tight the manpower is.
The police outside were even more so. The various police chiefs and Director Noda had to be called out, and even powerful people had already scolded him bloody.
Because Xinjing is in such chaos, he, the director of the department, also has an unshirkable responsibility. If he can't sleep, then naturally the directors of other bureaus can't sleep either.
Moreover, the directors of various bureaus couldn't sleep even if they wanted to. After all, the gunshots were quite scary. Who knew if a black gun might be pointed at them.
