The promise made by Tianjin Station is that support will be in place at all times. The maximum support capacity is fifty people, fully armed.

"Sleep!"

It's like an assembly line.

Here in Tianjin Wei, the Japanese invaders often launched military exercises with great force. The sound of gunfire was too accustomed to the local people.

While I was drifting off to sleep, the phone rang again.

"good!"

"An enemy is coming!"

When the spy entered fifty meters next to the hotel, the light became much brighter. There were street lights around the hotel.

Okay. Kill one.

The third……

idiot!

Then he caught several spies in one go. Then he and Chi Takashi couldn't sit still.

The psychological quality is indeed top-notch.

Cao Mengqi fired.

"Can you cook Chinese food?" Zhang Yong was very curious.

Set off.

Too lazy to review. Continue to catch up. Then receive the goods in batches...

"Then when I wake up, I will continue to arrest people."

no.

As long as you point him to the target, he can basically kill it.

Could it be that the Japanese invaders were preparing to launch a surprise attack?

Grass, sand gall!

It's not soft, but it's hard.

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

It is difficult to find other Japanese invaders.

Several people immediately stepped forward to take action.

“Fish-flavored eggplant?”

Keep catching.

This is……

Moreover, the hidden location should be very secret. Maybe only Doihara knows it?

Another shot.

"Baga! Your method of provoking generals is of no use to me! It is impossible for us to agree to your arrogant request."

The Japanese invaders really didn't give Tianjin Station any face. They arranged so many spies right under Tianjin Station's nose.

"me……"

The target fell down and disappeared with the red dot.

On the other end of the phone, He Zhiyinger was anxious and angry.

Bring the other phone over. Pick up the receiver.

Have a meal.

"We all work for the boss, why should we hurt each other?"

Cao Mengqi immediately grabbed the Springfield M1903 rifle and followed Zhang Yong.

"So, admit that you are Japanese!"

The boss was very angry. His cheeks seemed to be twisted.

Seeing Zhang Yong bringing people over, the rickshaw driver made no move.

The crime is extremely heinous.

“Hot and sour potato shreds.”

"What do you do?"

I found out it was a Chinese restaurant.

I found a rickshaw driver resting under the wall with a brown pancake in his hand.

Knock on other people's doors at the same time to wake up other people.

transfer.

"Are you with Zhi Ying Er?" Zhang Yong made a bold guess.

Everyone Zhang Yong brought with him stayed in the hotel.

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

What a crappy restaurant. It doesn’t even have hot and sour potato shreds.

Zhang Yong took out a piece of ocean.

"See?"

Then continue working.

"Tie!"

"What?"

night.

Mainly because it was late at night. It was already three o'clock in the morning. Everyone started to yawn. The arresting movements were not so neat.

Last night, I originally wanted to scare Zhang Yong and make him quit. Unexpectedly, it seemed to have the opposite effect?

"Zhang Yong, don't bully others too much." Sure enough, the other party said angrily.

Even the police patrolling the streets were indifferent. Gunshots were heard. Who dared to approach?

It's not like they are brainless.

Close to the red dot.

"Snapped!"

"Yes!" The boss's reaction was very strange, but very natural.

It's a pity that he doesn't have the same shooting skills as Cao Mengqi. Otherwise, he can be killed with one shot without even talking.

The distance of 250 meters was enough for him to make a lot of preparations.

In such a dangerous situation, it is best to pretend not to hear.

"Snapped!"

"Just in time, stir-fry some spicy and sour potato shreds for me."

People who are not used to it have already moved away or fled.

Suddenly my mind moved. A red dot entered the map.

This is just right.

hateful!

"Give me Yang Junjian. I will return all your people to you."

"Don't even think about it!"

Interrupting other people's rest is tantamount to seeking money and killing one's life!

Confused, there is no Type 44 rifle?

Want to fight in close combat?

At this time, Zhang Yong saw clearly through the telescope. The Japanese invaders used short guns.

Zhang Yong yawned and threw away the microphone, but did not put it back or hang up.

Zhang Yong is not afraid of this.

finally……

"ah……"

Okay. Killed another one.
To be continued...