Today, Old Uncle Wu strolled out of the gate as usual, and waved his hand to the sentry who saluted him, indicating that there was no need to salute so much.
Unlike the other leaders of the mercenary group, he doesn't know much about military postures and regulations, nor does he value them very much. He just thinks that it's not easy for these young boys.
He knew how difficult the training for new recruits was, and Zhou Wen and the others had high requirements. It was not an easy task to finally become a formal soldier of the mercenary regiment, not to mention that these boys would be good helpers for the scholars and them in the future.
So when it comes to him, if he thinks he can be tolerant, he should be more tolerant.
Uncle Wu walked across the street at a leisurely pace and arrived at the door of the grocery store.
The shopkeeper and the clerk of the grocery store had already nodded and stood at the door, greeting him warmly.
It can be said that Old Uncle Wu only came here to buy a few packs of cigarettes every day. Sometimes he would buy some novelty items for fun, but he was definitely not a big benefactor of the grocery store.
But haven’t you seen that every time this humble old man comes out, the sentry salutes him? This shows that the status of this old military leader must be not low.
The shopkeeper and clerk of the grocery store are both discerning people, so they naturally respect Old Uncle Wu very much.
"Ouch... the old military master is here, do you still behave as usual? The cigarettes have been prepared for you, and a batch of new spring tea has just arrived in the shop. Do you want to get a pound of it for you too?"
Old Uncle Wu never liked the woolen officer uniform, saying it was too tight and uncomfortable. He preferred to wear the cotton military uniform of an ordinary soldier, without a belt, and sometimes even without a collar badge, which made it uncomfortable for people who were not familiar with it.
I found out that this old soldier who looked like a cook was actually a captain.
"Shopkeeper Chen, you have a dark heart. I've been fooled by you a lot. Don't try to trick me again with last year's inventory, right?"
Old Uncle Wu laughed and cursed before crossing the threshold of the grocery store.
At this moment, a person suddenly ran out from a corner of the street and ran towards this side.
Old Uncle Wu didn't care at first, he just glanced back subconsciously, but just this casual glance made his eyes suddenly widen with horror in his eyes.
I saw the man running over, dressed in a rough workman's attire, with murderous eyes looking at me, and holding a dark and shiny object in his hand, which was a pistol.
At this moment, Old Uncle Wu knew that this man was coming for him, and it was too late to do anything now. Besides, he usually didn't carry a gun with him, so he couldn't do anything he wanted to do.
"There is a killer..."
Old Uncle Wu shouted at the sentry across the street, pushed shopkeeper Chen who was still standing stupidly at the door, and wanted to hide in the grocery store, but it was already too late.
"嘡...嘡..." Two crisp gunshots exploded in the sky above Xiaobei Street.
It was already around two o'clock in the afternoon, when the business of shops and vendors was relatively light, and the streets were not very noisy, so the gunshots seemed so obvious and abrupt, almost spreading throughout the entire street.
The impact of the two 7.65mm bullets caused Old Uncle Wu's already unstable body to fall to the ground, but it also made it more difficult for the killer to shoot continuously.
Amidst the screams of shopkeeper Chen and the boy, the man quickly rushed towards Old Uncle Wu's body lying on the threshold with a pistol, and continued to shoot again.
"Bump...bump...bump...bump..."
Several louder shots rang out across the street.
Fortunately, there was old Uncle Wu’s voice to remind me.
Fortunately, the training level of the mercenary regiment soldiers is very high, and Zhou Wen is also willing to let the soldiers practice shooting skills with a large number of bullets.
Although the two soldiers serving as sentries at the door are only members of the logistics team, they are also excellent soldiers who have undergone rigorous training and are the backbone of combat in other units.
Fortunately, their hands didn't shake when they fired.
Of course, thanks to the advanced performance of the Type 65 semi-automatic rifle, they can fire continuously without pulling the bolt, ensuring the continuity of firepower.
Therefore, the killer was knocked to the ground by several whizzing 6.5mm bullets before he had time to re-shoot Old Uncle Wu. His body squirmed and twitched slightly on the ground, but the gun holes that spurted blood on his body indicated that
His life was draining away rapidly, and he could no longer live before his eyes.
One of the sentries quickly crossed the street with a gun in hand. He first picked up the killer's pistol that had fallen to the ground, and immediately came to Old Uncle Wu to check on his injuries.
The other sentry is on the spot monitoring any movement nearby. If he detects any abnormality, he will shoot him without any hesitation.
Because he knew Old Uncle Wu's status and role in the mercenary group.
Something big happened to the mercenary group.
A shrill whistle sounded in the military camp, and groups of soldiers rushed out from the door. Old Uncle Wei, who had not even taken off his white apron, rushed out with a kitchen knife in his hand.
Then came the plainclothes agents from the Urban Management Section, who rushed out of the military camp in groups and filled the streets. In less than a minute, they blocked the entire Xiaobeimen Street and began to inspect every pedestrian and every shop.
Xu Zhuli and Jiang Han, who were having a meeting in the Urban Management Department, immediately rushed to Uncle Wu with doctors from the Urban Management Department.
Since the Urban Management Bureau is a special agent organization, it is inevitable to use knives and guns, so there must be several emergency doctors on standby at ordinary times.
At this time, the sentry who came first had already sprinkled the Purple Clear Red Medicine with him on Old Uncle Wu's wound, but he could only go so far.
Because of Uncle Wu's identity, the young soldier who had only learned basic first aid techniques did not dare to undress without permission to check the injury.
After the doctor arrived, with the help of Jiang Han and Xu Zhuli, he untied Uncle Wu's clothes and checked the injury.
"He was shot in the upper part of his left arm, and there was also a wound under his left rib. I could only bandage it on the spot and send him to the hospital immediately."
At this time, Old Uncle Wu's breath was weak, but his head was still awake, and he weakly said to Jiang Han: "Quickly... call... inform Li Shi... and ask Mr. Zhou... to go to Taiyuan... to take charge of the overall situation."
After finishing speaking, Old Uncle Wu could no longer hold on and fell into a coma.
At this time, Jiang Han fell into deep self-blame and tried to take precautions. However, he did not expect that the Kong family would be so insane that he directly killed the top leaders of the mercenary group. It was all because he thought the problem was too simple.
Already.
Of course Jiang Han has to blame himself. Now he is the only one in the mercenary group who can undertake and is proficient in security work. As a result, such a big mistake happened under his nose. Not only is he sorry for Old Uncle Wu, but he is also sorry for the scholar's trust.
Alas! How will I explain to the scholars when they come back?
But Jiang Han now knows that he has a heavy responsibility and has no extra time to reflect and blame himself, because he intuitively judged that the Kong family's attack must be more than a simple assassination operation, and there must be a back-up plan behind it.