There seemed to be some movement in a deep house with a wrought iron wall.
"Woof woof... woof woof woof..."
The fierce dog roared wildly, and then the bodyguard who led the dog put a mesh iron mask on the dog, and then took the dog into a special kennel and tied it up.
The dogs were very depressed. After all, as the nursing dogs of wealthy families, they should work late at night, but what happened today?
Not only did the dogs not understand, but even the head bodyguard on duty started giving orders.
"Hurry up, hurry up, all the nursing staff should go back to the house, close the door and turn off the lights, so that I can sleep."
"Brother, there will be no vigil tonight."
A bodyguard asked confusedly, but then he heard the head bodyguard eating and drinking.
"My master has told me to go to bed quickly and come out in half an hour."
"This is not torturing people alive."
"What nonsense are you talking about? I'll let you guys go to sleep. If you talk nonsense again, I'll shoot you kid tomorrow."
As the lights in the bodyguard's house were turned off, the entire mansion fell into a "sleep" except for the fierce dogs locked in the kennels, which were still doing their duties and roaring.
Amidst the muffled barking of dogs in the kennel, there was a slight "click, click, click" sound, and then a black ghost emerged from the shadows outside the wall.
On both sides of the big iron gate, two teams of extremely tall soldiers leaned against the wall.
"Sir, the sniper reported that everyone in this house is quiet. Could it be..."
"No matter what they do, we will still attack and act."
As he spoke, he used a cloth-covered flashlight to issue silent orders. Then the person responsible for delivering orders also used a cloth-covered flashlight to issue orders to the snipers, asking them to pay attention to sniping living creatures.
The person responsible for opening the door took a few steps back, then suddenly accelerated to the three-meter-high wall and jumped up.
The tall body seemed to be flying, easily crossing the three-meter-high courtyard wall and landing silently. Then the iron gate was opened, and groups of prepared people assaulted the courtyard.
They cleared the room with a masterful, futuristic approach. They broke the glass and threw in a few shock bombs and tear gas bombs.
Following the explosions, flashes, and explosions of tear gas bombs, these soldiers with skulls painted on their visors quickly burst into the room.
In another courtyard, Fierce Dog and the bodyguards were prepared.
However, under the sniper rifle with a silencer, everyone had to hide. Then the shock bombs and tear gas bombs were thrown. Just a few minutes later, all the bodyguards were here
He lost his ability to resist in an attack method that he had never thought of.
Cold German sounded,
"It's because this junk merchant was worried about the chief's property. All the bodyguards and men were killed. The women and children were tied up and kept under watch. We'll talk about it tomorrow."
"Sir, sir, I...I don't want to vote yes."
The businessman who was caught and peed his pants out of fear was kowtowing to the Germans in the ground.
What was unexpected was that the leading German replied,
"It's really ridiculous. I went to Europe and asked around. It's always our officers who rob others. The merchants in your concession must be as brave as pumpkins. They should even rob our officers and take them away..."
As the German spoke, the businessman who was tied up like a rice dumpling was gagged.
Almost at the same time as these things were happening, the British Consul Benson was awakened by the ringing of the phone.
"Bastard...bastard...don't know..."
Just halfway through speaking, he suddenly thought of something and picked up the phone.
"Listen, contact the Sixth Brigade of the British Army immediately and ask them to block all entrances and exits of the concession. If a director of the Ministry of Industry and Affairs escapes, you will hand it over to me. I hope you understand that tonight is a personal grudge, so I will not
I’m causing trouble for you.”
After speaking and holding the phone down, Consul Benson felt beads of sweat on his head and flowed down his fat face.
"Those directors all have underworld backgrounds. If they escape through other channels, do I have to turn them over? Doesn't this make sense?"
Muttering and complaining, he left the bedroom and headed to his office.
He turned on the desk lamp with a bang and sat down in the back of the office. However, he did not do anything else first. Instead, he opened the cabinet on his desk, took out a bottle of liquor, and poured himself a large glass.
After muttering for a while, he fell on the back of the chair. More bright beads of sweat flowed from the roots of his hair, and then he flipped over the thickest stack of files placed in the middle of his desk.
"Name, Zhang Sixing, the criminal is in London... He broke the arm of the officer who was blocking his retreat eight hundred meters away."
"Oh my god, eight hundred meters... do you really think what you're holding is a cannon?"
Muttering curses, he came to the window of the consulate, quietly opened the curtain a little and looked out.
Shanghai is still the bustling Shanghai. Even though the battlefield is just across the river, it is still quiet and peaceful here.
But he knew that all this was an illusion. At least those more than a thousand Japanese soldiers were secretly put into the concession by the Sixth Brigade of the British Army according to his order.
And this matter was carefully avoided from everyone's eyes and ears.
Although it was a necessary means to catch Zhang Sixing, this kind of thing could be done secretly. If it was exposed openly, he would not be able to explain it to the foreign minister who led the British.
So what should we do now, should we block it according to his order, or should we call the directors now? They are going to be in trouble.
He lowered the curtains, returned to his desk, poured the remaining half glass of strong liquor into his mouth, grabbed the phone,
"The Sixth Brigade? I received news that Zhang Sixing...yes, he is the bank robber traveling across Europe. He may threaten the security of the concession, so all channels are blocked...When will it end...How can I...Okay, wait for me
Let me know."
After doing all this, he poured himself another glass of strong wine. Thinking about the recent events in his mind, he secretly made a decision:
No, I have to find some way to find connections. It's too dangerous here... But even if I return to London, who can stop that guy from assassinating eight hundred meters away.
When he thought that his head was always under the scope of a sniper eight hundred meters away, he felt a little panicked and cursed the businessmen in the Ministry of Industry and Commerce Bureau:
Stupid, so stupid. After staying in China for a long time, you think German Mustache is as easy to deal with as the Chairman of the Generalissimo. You think Krupp's major shareholder is comparable to you bastards. You are really obsessed with money.
Confused... No, you have been fooled by those Japanese directors in the Ministry of Industry and Commerce Bureau. You fools, start trembling now.
After scolding some disrespectful people, Consul Benson made up his mind that in the future, regardless of whether Zhang Sixing greeted him or not, he would retain the interests of this German when doing things.
Because, that guy is really good at killing people, and he is too bold.