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- Chapter 1808 The Night of Killing
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 had occurred in such and such place.
Whether it is Zuo Xiaoxiao or Zhao Yuan, it can be said that they are already very 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 have long been extinguished, but the entire city is in chaos. The police and military police are dispatched.
But it seems that the gunfire in the city has not stopped, the roads began to be blocked, and the pursuit was everywhere. As for the results, no one knew.
Except for the occasional explosion that Zhang Tianhao heard, it was 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 and hope that you will be a peace dog in the next life, and not be a person in troubled times."
He sighed, and then looked at the people sitting there, slowly drinking wine. Every time he heard an explosion, he raised his glass, then toasted to the explosion, and gently poured the wine 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 out, leaving only a cloud of ashes.
After three explosions, he lit three cigarettes and poured out three glasses of wine.
It is considered to be used to pay homage to brothers who died in the war.
I don¡¯t know how long it took, Zhang Tianhao sat there without any extra movement, he was waiting, but 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 the movements outside were not small, the gunshots gradually subsided.
But the Japanese or police whistles still sounded from time to time.
¡° Similarly, Qian Jun, who was not far away from Zhang Tianhao, was not asleep. After all, the scale of the operation tonight was too large. The action team, the intelligence department, and a death squad under him were all involved.
Zhongtong alone has employed more than thirty people, and as for other forces, there are at least sixty or seventy people.
Every gunshot and every explosion may be a life lost.
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Similarly, Cheng Zhongcheng was also 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 they 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."
"Yes, it's too big, and we can't compare with it at all. I didn't expect that the Central Commander Zhang Tianhao would be so ruthless. Forget about the assassinations during the day, he would be even crazier at night, and the Japanese would be driven into panic."
"What can we do if we are in a hurry? At most we can 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 Zhongtong lose face?¡±
"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 her 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 that 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.
But there was no one in the shop at this time, and they had already gone home to rest.
After he finished the phone call, he put it away, then looked around carefully, and then walked quietly home.
He told Ren Linglong the contents of the telegram, and his goal was to get her to issue a performance report. Although there was no specific statistics, he still gave all the credit to 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 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?" Changzhi of the village looked at the message. It was completely garbled. He didn't know what it was and was stunned.
"Yes, Section Chief!"
"Can it be deciphered?"
"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 the department. After all, there were really not many manpower.
There are almost no people left in Corey now, and some people have already been sent out. Even the telecommunications department personnel like her are equipped with pistols. You have to 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, also has an unshirkable responsibility. If he can't sleep, then naturally the directors of other bureaus can't sleep either.
And the directors of various bureaus couldn't sleep even if they wanted to. After all, the gunfire was quite scary. Who knows if a black gun might be pointed at them. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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