The charm of spy wars lies in the tricks of life

Chapter 38 Is It Love?

Under the gloomy sky, the Statistics Bureau building was magnificent. The cool breeze fluttered the flags with a blue sky, white sun and red earth, then flowed through the streets and alleys, flowed into the second floor of the old building where the gun battle took place, and penetrated into Yang Hu's neck. The slight coolness dispelled some of the tension.

Yang Yong and Yang Hu were standing on both sides of the stairs, half of their faces exposed, their guns pressed against the wall.

The person who went upstairs could only see half of his face, one arm and a Continental pistol.

His expression was a bit nervous, but his hands were very steady as he waited for the Japanese Special High Police agents to come up.

An elite team of ten people from the Japanese Special High Police, including nine spies in addition to a sniper, were slowly advancing towards the old building northeast of the intersection, holding Huakou brand pistols.

His eyes were focused on observing the situation inside the building. When he was 20 meters away, one of them took out a grenade and threw it towards the first floor.

There was a "bang", and there was no movement. The captain waved to the other people, indicating that no one on the first floor could move forward.

Silent footsteps, a pair of eyes full of murderous intent yet calm, hands holding guns, slow steps, step by step, cautiously entering the room.

The Japanese spy team leader gestured, and a Japanese spy, about 1.6 meters tall, who looked smart, walked towards the second floor. When he reached the corner of the stairs, he suddenly showed his head and then quickly retracted it.

"Bang," "Bang," "Bang," three gunshots rang out, all missing.

The 1.6-meter-tall Japanese spy gestured to the team leader to explain the situation.

The team leader pointed at four more people, and they stepped forward and stood next to the 1.6-meter-tall spy. They stretched out their hands and guns in several positions, and shot upwards.

"bang bang bang"

Yang Hu and Yang Yong saw five arms and five guns, and they started shooting. At the same time, the other side also started shooting, but they could not defeat the other side because they had more people and more bullets.

His head was completely pressed against the wall, and he was only shooting with the gun covering his face. After a while, he heard a sharp pain and cried out "Ah", and Yang Hu's arm was injured.

Yang Yong looked at Yang Hu with a caring expression: "Hu Zi, follow Miss Shuang Yue to the third floor. Hurry!" He said seriously with a frown.

Yang Hu endured the pain and walked towards the third floor with Shuangyue, sticking to the wall.

Shuangyue looked at Yang Hu's pale face and the blood flowing from his arm with an expression of admiration.

Yang Yong fired two shots as cover and headed towards the third floor.

He cried out "Ah" and was shot in the abdomen. He endured the pain and quickly walked to the third floor. There was no way to suppress the enemy with firepower because there were not enough bullets.

When they reached the third floor, there was a house at the entrance: "Miss Shuangyue, please go into the house and take shelter."

Frost Moon looked at the two injured people and nodded, knowing that he had become a complete burden.

Yang Yong's face was pale, his breath was cold, and the pain from the gunshot wound in his abdomen came in waves. "Hu Zi, there are still a few more rounds."

Yang Hu's face was also pale, with beads of sweat oozing from his forehead: "Two shots, how about you?"

Yang Yong shook his head helplessly: "One shot."

Yang Hu lowered his head to look at his toes, then looked at the bleeding wound on his abdomen: "Brother, I'm not afraid. I did it to your snow-white butt last night, and it was fine."

Yang Yong looked at the depressed Yang Hu and said, "Huzi, this is a big loss. Why don't you kill two of them? At least it won't be a loss if you trade them for one."

Yang Hu looked at Yang Yong who was gritting his teeth and said, "Brother, you are right. Why do we have to kill both of them? Hahaha."

Yang Yong's eyes were determined. "We have three bullets left. You're a better shot than me, so I'll give you this one. When they try to go up to the third floor, I'll rush over and you shoot them from behind. It would be best if you kill three of them. That would be a profit."

Yang Hu didn't care who he pounced on, because they were all going to die. There seemed to be tears in his eyes, but he smiled: "Brother, every time I talk to you about the village widow Li, your eyes are different. Have you ever touched her white butt?"

Yang Yong's eyes showed a trace of longing and nostalgia, then he looked at Yang Hu and nodded: "Yes, I did, but you don't understand yet, Huzi. I'm not obsessed with her ass, but her eyes. There is light in her eyes, and there is me.

"The other day you said you'd marry her and spend your life with her, but in reality, what I was thinking was that I'd marry her and watch her for the rest of my life." Yang Hu looked at Yang Yong with wide eyes: "Brother, is this love?"

Yang Yong looked at Yang Hu and smiled, and that smile seemed to cover up the pain.

The nine Japanese spy team leaders gestured, four of them stayed on the first floor, one was at the corner of the first and second floors, and the other three followed them upstairs.

The two Chinese were already injured and there was no need to worry. Judging from the sound of the gunshots, there should have been only three bullets in total.

The four of them walked slowly up the stairs, sticking to the wall. When they reached the second floor, the Japanese spy team leader stopped and waved, indicating that they should stand aside and wait.

He listened closely to the situation above, and was also worried that the Chinese would reveal their true intentions and fight to the death, which would be counterproductive.

After Shen Liushu killed the Japanese sniper, he heard a loud "bang" from the first floor of the old building to the east. He quickly walked to the dilapidated wall without windows and looked out.

Nine Japanese spies were slowly and evenly entering the building where Shimotsuki, Yang Yong and Yang Hu were hiding.

Looking around quickly, I saw a long and dilapidated covered bridge not far to the north of the third floor, which led to the third floor on the east side.

He ran quickly to the third floor. He heard fierce gunshots from the opposite side. There was no time to think. Yang Yong and Yang Hu should be engaged in a gunfight with Japanese Special High Section spies.

I was thinking, "Yang Yong, Yang Hu, you must hold on. Don't die. Two of you have already died. I won't allow you to die again."

Shen Liushu went up from the second floor to the third floor like a gust of wind, and quickly headed north along the dilapidated corridor to the corridor bridge. The corridor bridge was bombed beyond recognition due to the January 1932 Incident in , and seemed a little dangerous.

Without thinking, he ran in. It looked shaky, but once he ran inside, he felt it was extremely solid. It was definitely not a shoddy construction.

Yang Yong handed the bullet to Yang Hu. Because he had covered the part of his abdomen where he was shot with his hand, the yellow bullet was stained blood red.

Yang Hu took the bullet, his hand trembling slightly. Yang Yong grasped the shaking hand and said, "Don't shake your hands when you shoot. This is about us brothers doing business with human heads. Will we make a profit or a loss? It all depends on your hands."

Yang Hu nodded silently, but tears welled up in his eyes.

Yang Yong smiled confidently: "Huzi, I'll tell you a secret."

Yang Hu pursed his cracked and pale lips: "Brother, you speak, I listen."

Yang Yong smiled and said, "Captain Chen Cha once praised you, saying that you were born to be able to use a gun. It's just that you don't have a good gun, otherwise you would be amazing."

Yang Hu smiled, his smile so clear: "Really? Brother, are you telling the truth?"

At this time, no one thought about whether this was true or false.

Yang Yong smiled and nodded at him. The two looked into each other's eyes. There was no trace of cowardice in their eyes. There was only the determination to exchange their lives with the Japanese devils.

There was admiration in each other's eyes, and their smiles became brighter and brighter.

The wounds on Frost Moon in the sect from torture were very obvious, and she felt pain when she moved.

Hearing the conversation between two people outside through the crack in the door, tears flowed uncontrollably and my body twitched.

Frost Moon seemed to sense something and raised her eyes slightly.

A man in military uniform jumped in from the broken window and landed lightly on the ground.

Very cool!

Smile, your smile is as beautiful as a flower!
He looked at Shuangyue and pointed to his lips, signaling for silence!

(End of this chapter)