The charm of spy wars lies in the tricks of life

Chapter 41 Unheard of
In the dilapidated old building, far away from the hustle and bustle, the spring rain in Shanghai is silent, like delicate silver threads.

Water drops dripped down the eaves.

It hit Shen Liushu's face, wetting his eyebrows.

Pinch out the cigarette that is about to burn out, feel the heat of the cigarette butt between your fingers, and exhale the last puff of white mist.

The drivers Chen You and Lin Feng, whose bodies were already cold, were being carried away.

My heart was filled with mixed emotions, and an unrelieved sadness covered my entire face.

The first time I actually killed a Japanese devil, it wasn’t as scary as I had imagined.

Because hatred has long been engraved into the soul.

Even a little excited.

But when my compatriots died in front of me, I was shocked and sighed deeply.

It’s hard to accept for the time being.

Whenever I think of it, my fingers always tremble for no reason.

Zhou Lisheng nimbly emerged from the black Chevrolet sedan.

Following closely behind him was Wen Xiansi, head of the Intelligence Department, holding an umbrella to protect him.

Chen Cha trotted forward quickly: "Director, the accident happened in these two buildings.

"The second floor on the left was the sniper's ambush position, and the building on the right was where the fierce gun battle took place, and it's also where all the Japanese Special High Police agents were killed."

Zhou Lisheng stood still, raised his head and looked to both sides.

Wen Xiansi quickly opened the umbrella and looked away.

The light drizzle could not block the view: "Let's go to the sniper position first and take a look." Zhou Lisheng said calmly.

Chen Cha walked forward quickly, slightly bent his body, and led the way with big strides.

Zhou Lisheng just glanced at Shen Liushu coldly and walked into the building.

Wen Xiansi handed the umbrella to the spy behind him and followed closely.

In the quiet room, Zhou Lisheng looked at the sniper's body and said, "Section Chief Wen, tell me what you think."

Wen Xiansi carefully looked around again, then lay down on the ground to take a look. He stood up and said, "This man sneaked up from the first floor and was shot in the head, right between the eyebrows. Before the headshot, the sniper had already turned back, and there was no tension on his face.

"This person didn't alert him, and the moment he turned around, he was shot right between the eyebrows and died.

"It is inferred that it should be someone he would be close to or familiar with. The two of them know each other and are familiar with each other."

At this point, Wen Xiansi pointed to a mess of footprints and said: "This person came from the rain, leaving behind salty and wet footprints. He was afraid of leaving traces, so he rubbed the footprints all over.

"I can only guess that he's a particularly cautious veteran, afraid of measuring his height based on his footprints."

He then pointed to the sniper rifle’s location and said, “There’s more blood flowing in this place.

"It means that after he killed the sniper, he didn't just move his body to take his place.

"Instead, he left for a while, then returned, replaced the sniper, and shot our elite agent in the ear."

Wen Xiansi paused here and continued, "The conclusion is that this person is familiar with the sniper, has excellent marksmanship, knows how to use a sniper rifle, is cautious and experienced in his actions, and has no intention of killing the national army."

Zhou Lisheng nodded, took two steps, and added: "You just said that it was someone the sniper knew.

“That’s not the case.

"In fact, this person speaks very authentic Japanese to confuse our judgment.

"He wanted to kill the sniper, but he didn't have to let him turn back. He let the sniper turn back because he hated the Japanese in his heart.

"He had to show the sniper that he was the one who killed the son of a bitch.

"He was extremely confident in his marksmanship. If the sniper turned around and saw him, he could shoot him in the head in an instant, leaving the Japanese spy with no chance to react.

"And this guy should be about ten centimeters taller than the Japanese sniper. "When he was lying there replacing the sniper, the trace left by his shoes on the ground was ten centimeters longer than the Japanese sniper's."

Having said this, Zhou Lisheng did not go downstairs, but looked around. When he saw the long and dilapidated corridor on the third floor in the north, he nodded.

He turned and walked towards the third floor. Some messy footprints on the stairs indicated that he had taken the right path.

Then walk from the third-floor corridor bridge to the east building.

Following the traces, he came to the room where Shuangyue had stayed before and jumped out of the window.

There were bloodstains on the ground from Yang Yong and Yang Hu's injuries.

Chen Cha, who had jumped over, was filled with admiration for the director and said respectfully, "Yang Yong and Yang Hu were found in this room."

Zhou Lisheng had a serious expression on his face. He didn't respond, but said, "Section Chief Wen, go on and tell me what you think."

Wen Xiansi walked out of the door, looked at the two blood-red marks outside the door, and replied: "Two bloodstains inside the house, two bloodstains outside the house, and drag marks on the ground.

"It was obvious that he walked out of the door, attacked Yang Yong and Yang Hu, and then dragged them back into the house.

"Not only did he not kill them, he also had the intention of protecting them."

Zhou Lisheng nodded and went upstairs.

Four cold bodies of Japanese Special High Police officers were lying on the second floor. One was shot in the front of the foot and then in the head, and the other three were shot in the head, right between the eyebrows.

Zhou Lisheng frowned, and his expression became increasingly gloomy.

Being hit in the sole of the foot followed by a headshot is not scary, but it is a bit terrifying that these three Special High Police officers were shot in the head right between their eyebrows.

Hitting the center of the eyebrows represents a head-on confrontation with the three Japanese elites, which requires extremely fast speed and extremely accurate hitting power.

Doesn't he need to aim? Every shot can hit the head?

Wen Xiansi carefully examined the gun and body: "This man's marksmanship is amazing. The gun is the same one that killed the sniper. Judging from the bullets, he used the Huakou brand pistol carried by the Japanese Special High Police.

"Analyzing the traces from here to the stairs, he was crawling towards them."

Zhou Lisheng then walked downstairs. There were bloodstains at the corner of the stairs and on the stairs. The five bodies on the first floor were all shot in the middle of their eyebrows and died from headshots.

Wen Xiansi said, "This person climbed up the stairs, first killed the spy at the corner, then used the spy's body as a shield to walk to the first floor and engage in a gunfight with the other four."

Is there really someone in this world with such great marksmanship? Zhou Lisheng's head felt like it had been hit by a sledgehammer, buzzing.

During my two years studying in Japan, I met elites and heard legends.
I have never heard of a person who can hit the target with every shot without even aiming.

Among the nine special high-tech elites, only one made a sound when he was hit on the sole of his foot, and the other eight were all hit between the eyebrows and could not make a sound!
Silent and violent killing!
Zhou Lisheng: "This man is about 1 meters tall (note: people in revolutionary times were not very tall), speaks authentic Japanese, is proficient in fighting and firearms, including sniper rifles, and has extensive combat experience.

"I have no hatred for the Nationalist government, I am very close to the Red Party, and I hate the Japanese."

Wen Xiansi frowned. "This person didn't kill our people, and even seemed to be protecting Yang Yong and Yang Hu. He also rescued the Red Party. Now that the KMT and the CCP are cooperating, it's very likely that he's from the Red Party, or maybe North Korea?"

Zhou Lisheng's expression remained unchanged: "If he is Korean, then he can at least speak authentic Chinese, authentic Japanese, and Korean."

At this point, Zhou Lisheng's eyes flashed: "He is not Korean. If he were another Chinese, knowing that the KMT and the CCP were collaborating and discovering this civil war situation, he would definitely strongly condemn it and seek benefits from the higher-ups."

Zhou Lisheng looked at the first floor, observed carefully, and imagined the situation at that time!
He turned around and walked upstairs again, reached the third floor, and then returned to the building where the sniper was from the corridor bridge.

Chen Cha and Wen Xiansi followed closely behind.

Shen Liushu watched Zhou Lisheng return from the ruined covered bridge, and couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration in his heart. He thought to himself, "Zhou Lisheng is truly amazing! He's quite remarkable, to be so professional in this day and age.

"The road ahead will be like walking on thin ice."

The three of them followed the faint footprints to the north gate on the first floor.

Wen Xiansi smiled, though harmless, with a sinister air: "This should be where they separated."

Although Chen Cha was confused, he knew he had something to report: "Just now, the hound crossed Danfeng Road and lingered near Xuejia River."

(End of this chapter)