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Chapter 72 Shocking Explosion
Upon hearing Yu Zuobai's words, everyone's faces lit up with an eager expression.

A tall, burly man respectfully asked, "Commissioner Yu, how much time do we have?"

Yu Zuobai silently calculated for a moment: "Three minutes, that should be about right."

The crowd was somewhat disappointed when they heard it was only three minutes, but it was still better than nothing.

Ignoring everyone's expressions, Yu Zuobai closed his pocket watch and said, "Listen to my orders: the first and second groups, the back door; the third and fourth groups, the front door."

"Remember, you only have three minutes. Use the fireworks as a signal. Once you see the fireworks go off in the middle of the warehouse, no matter what happens, the entire group must retreat."

"Yes, sir." Everyone responded in unison, and then quickly took out the Mauser pistols from their waists.

The Mauser C96, also known as the 20-shot or the fast-slow machine gun, is based on the German C96 series pistol.

It is a brand new automatic pistol. Because it has a burst-fire capability, it can sometimes be used as a submachine gun.

Moreover, the Mauser C96 pistols these people carry are different from others; these guns can hold twenty rounds of ammunition, and the magazine is about ten centimeters long.

However, the magazines they had were welded together; it was simply two magazines welded together side to side.

After firing one side, you can quickly switch to the other side, so one gun is equivalent to having forty bullets.

You can absolutely use a pistol like a submachine gun.

"Listen up, you inside! You are surrounded! Do not put up any resistance. Lay down your weapons and surrender!"

"The Imperial Army will treat you well..."

The tin loudspeaker carried the somewhat broken accent of Colonel Nakamura Jiro.

It sounded strange, yet it was full of murderous intent.

After shouting twice, the Japanese soldiers around the warehouse gradually approached, and a battle was about to break out.

"Start the timer." Yu Zuobai gave the order and first turned off the power switch in the warehouse.

The moment the lights went out, four or five German-made pumpkin grenades were thrown outside.

"Boom, boom!" A series of explosions rang out, followed immediately by shouts from the Japanese soldiers outside: "Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Take cover! Attack! Attack!"

The machine gunner in the squad found his position, and the Type 96 light machine gun was aimed at the warehouse door and opened fire. In an instant, a dense "rat-a-tat-tat" of gunfire rang out.

Firing began in front, and gunfire also rang out from behind the warehouse.

Because the power switch inside was damaged, people outside couldn't see what was happening inside.

These Japanese soldiers could only suppress the enemy's fire with their own firepower.

Gunshots could be heard from inside the warehouse from time to time, which made the Japanese soldiers dare not approach it.

The gunfire continued for several minutes, then suddenly the warehouse lit up, and then the gunfire gradually faded away.

"Cease fire!" Jiro Nakamura shouted, raising a tin megaphone.

The gunfire stopped instantly, and no more gunfire could be heard from inside the warehouse.

Shinichi Ando stepped forward, gazing at the dark warehouse, a look of doubt suddenly appearing between his brows.

"Nakamura-kun, take a small team in and take a look. Be careful not to let the enemy shoot you from behind."

“Hi,” Nakamura Jiro bowed slightly, turned around and shouted, “First squad, follow me.”

"Yes, sir!" More than ten soldiers carrying Type 38 rifles responded in unison, and followed Nakamura Jiro as they slowly approached the warehouse.

The first few men held flashlights, while the men behind them gripped their rifles tightly.

These Japanese soldiers trained together regularly, so their teamwork was naturally excellent.

The group crept stealthily to the warehouse door, listened carefully for a moment, and found no sound inside. Nakamura Jiro raised his right hand, spread four fingers, and gestured forward, indicating that the troops were advancing.

Several people behind him immediately stepped forward and pushed open the warehouse door forcefully.

A burst of flashlight beams shone wildly, but no one could be seen at all.

"Where are they?" Nakamura Jiro asked, puzzled. A dozen people had just vanished like that?

"Search!" At the order, the Japanese soldiers were about to rush in when they suddenly heard a series of explosions coming from a corner of the warehouse.

"Lie down," Nakamura Jiro said, lying down first and cautiously observing the changes in his surroundings.

However, after more than ten seconds, there was still no sound from inside the warehouse except for the explosion.

It's strange.
At this moment, the Japanese soldiers guarding the back door also rushed in, led by another group leader of the investigation team, Takeo Uchino.

"Ahem," Takeo Uchino waved his hand and asked Jiro Nakamura, "Nakamura-kun, have you spotted any enemies?"

"We rushed in through the back door, and then they were gone."

Jiro Nakamura shook his head, feeling only a pungent smell in the air.

"Connect the power first. This place is only so big. I don't believe they can fly."

"Yes, sir." The Japanese soldiers under his command bowed slightly, waved, and, with guns in hand, slowly made their way towards the power switch.

To prevent enemy ambushes, the group strictly followed the tactical drills: one person held up a flashlight in front, two others assisted, and two more people held rifles behind to prevent anyone from attacking from behind.

Soon, the team that went to turn on the power switch had reached the bottom of the switch without any major incident. The first Japanese soldier shone a flashlight on it.

Fortunately, the damage wasn't serious. The two shots fired by the other party only damaged the fuse box; the electrical wires remained intact.

He deftly disconnected the wire, tied a knot haphazardly, inserted it into the fuse box, and then prepared to turn on the circuit breaker.
Meanwhile, Jiro Nakamura and Takeo Uchino, along with the remaining dozen or so Japanese soldiers, carefully searched every corner of the supply warehouse.

They were terrified of letting Yu Zuobai and the others escape.

However, for some reason, everything was a hazy gray when the light shone on it, and I couldn't see even ten meters ahead.

The most unpleasant thing was that the air was filled with the smell of wheat flour.

Everyone felt that even breathing was extremely difficult.

"Nakamura-kun, what's going on? Something feels off to me." Takeo Uchino felt increasingly uneasy as he walked with the group.

"What are these people trying to do? They've fried wheat flour all over the place, what are they planning to do?"

Jiro Nakamura had never studied chemistry, so he naturally couldn't answer that question.

The next second, a buzzing sound of electricity rang out, and the overhead light flickered on and off.

With a "bang," the two wires that were pre-connected overhead burst into a dazzling burst of sparks as a powerful current passed through them.

"Boom!" A sound like a hundred thunderclaps exploding at the same time echoed throughout the warehouse.

The ground shook violently, and the Japanese soldiers outside the warehouse were momentarily unable to stand firm.

A huge burst of flame shot out of the warehouse, and the glass around the warehouse was instantly shattered by the powerful airflow. Many supplies were also hit by the shockwave and blown outdoors.

In this era, no one could have predicted that a few grains of wheat flying everywhere could create a massive explosion when they came into contact with a spark.

Shinichi Ando stared at the burning supply warehouse ahead, and sweat instantly soaked his entire head.

"Quickly, put out the fire!"

(End of this chapter)