Spy game? Stop guessing, I really am an undercover agent!

Chapter 74 My name is Li Huai, the "Huai" in "Bad Guy".

A flash of light appeared on the gun barrel, and the bullet grazed Sato Takeshi's neck before embedding itself in the brick wall behind him, sending sparks flying.

He was lucky; he was almost hit, but the Japanese soldiers around him weren't so lucky.

The sizing machine pressed heavily on the two Japanese soldiers. Before they could react, Zhou Weilong fired two shots, sending them straight to meet Amaterasu.

"Baka!" Sato Takeshi roared, "Kill them!"

Upon hearing the order, the remaining Japanese soldiers raised their Nambu pistols and returned fire. At that moment, a figure wielding a submachine gun darted out from the crowd.
The rapid fire of the Type 14 Nambu submachine gun was like a sudden storm, with dense bullets sweeping across the second-floor area like a deluge.

"Clang, clang, clang," sparks leaped wildly on the steel machine, broken ceramic tubes and snapped yarns flew everywhere, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder.

"Go to hell with those little devils!" Zhou Weilong roared, then leaped into the air, his body sliding along the cold, damp ground into the gap between the bottom of two parallel roving machines.

The bullets that followed hit the machine's heavy cast iron base with a "thud," leaving deep dents and sending debris flying.

Zhou Weilong lightly touched the machine with his heels, used his body for leverage, and in a flash, he crawled out from under the machine. Before the other party could react, he raised his hand and fired two shots at the Japanese soldier holding a submachine gun.

These two shots were not for precise hits, but for suppression and positioning!
As the gunshots subsided, a muffled groan and a short Japanese curse came from behind the winding machine, and the submachine gun fell silent.

It was clear that the gunman had been shot in the body by Zhou Weilong and was temporarily unable to attack.

Without the suppressive fire of submachine guns, the loyalist members upstairs had a chance to catch their breath and began firing down, immediately suppressing the firepower of Sato Takeshi's side.

"Flank them from both sides, don't let a single Japanese soldier escape!" Zhou Weilong shouted sharply.

Two loyalist soldiers on the second floor immediately jumped down from above, while several others emerged from behind a group of dye vats on the side, attempting to cut off the Japanese soldiers' retreat route to the back door of the workshop.

"Stop! If you want Hu Xinmin dead, then stop right now!" A furious voice rang out from behind the sizing machine.

Sato Takeshi concealed his body behind Hu Xinmin, while Nambu's pistol was pressed firmly against the back of Hu Xinmin's head.

Now he understands that the emergency meeting that was supposed to be held tonight is actually a trap.

Hu Xinmin didn't even summon the Military Intelligence Bureau personnel to observe the enemy's attack methods and level of cooperation; these were likely soldiers who had come from the battlefield.

After all, they were very familiar with the attack methods of the Kuomintang assassins, who were all highly skilled and capable of fighting alone.

In team operations like this, coordination between members would definitely not be this smooth.
Of course, this is also related to the characteristics of the Kuomintang secret agents themselves.

They rarely train together in groups, and usually complete tasks on their own.

This is why, once they fall into a disadvantageous position, these agents will consider a life-for-life approach and launch suicide attacks.

Few people are as calm and decisive as Zhou Weilong, using himself to create opportunities for his companions.

“You are not Kuomintang agents, but members of the Loyal Salvation Army.” Sato Takeshi slowly stepped forward, his head still bearing Hu Xinmin’s weight. “I know your goal is definitely to save this Mr. Hu.”

"Let's make a deal. Let my men go and I'll return Mr. Hu to you. Otherwise, you can only take his body back with you."

Hu Xinmin shouted, "Brother, don't listen to him, give me a ride!"

"With these Japanese devils buried with me, I've had my money's worth."

"Baka!" Sato Takeshi slammed the butt of his gun into Hu Xinmin's forehead, and instantly, a stream of blood flowed down Hu Xinmin's forehead.

“Friend, I’ll count to three, then I’ll have my men leave, and I’ll return Hu Xinmin to you.” “One, two,”

"Alright, I'll let you go." Zhou Weilong's voice rang out slowly.

He was helpless; if he were on the battlefield, his first choice would definitely be to kill the Japanese soldiers.

He is willing to disregard everything for this goal.

However, this mission was assigned by his superiors, and its objective was not to kill the Japanese soldiers, but to rescue Hu Xinmin.

Soldiers must obey orders above all else, and in order to ensure Hu Xinmin's safety, he had no choice but to compromise with the other party.

There will be plenty of opportunities to kill the Japanese devils in the future, but Hu Xinmin only has this one life.

"Mizukawa-kun, can you still leave?" Sato Takeshi asked Mizukawa Kuma, who was hiding behind the sizing machine.

Mizukawa Kuma was the one who had just swept across with the Nambu XIV submachine gun. His right hand had been hit by Zhou Weilong, and blood had already stained half of his arm.

"Sato-kun, I'm not dead, I can still move,"

Sato Takeshi shouted, "Mizukawa-kun, take your men and leave through the back door!"

Zhou Weilong was slightly taken aback, but instantly understood Sato Takeshi's meaning; he wanted to split the troops into two groups.

He would stay here to hold off the loyalist army, allowing his team to leave from another direction. That way, even if Zhou Weilong wanted to wipe them out, it would be too late.

"Yes." Mizukawa Kuma also nodded, struggling to stand up. Slowly, several Japanese soldiers hiding behind the machine also cautiously poked their heads out and moved closer to Mizukawa Kuma.

The members of the Loyal Salvation Army hid behind the machines, their guns already aimed at the group of Japanese soldiers.

However, since Zhou Weilong did not give the order, they dared not fire indiscriminately.

Kick him, kick him, the sound of military boots hitting the ground carried further and further away, and the group of Japanese soldiers gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.

“Team Leader Sato, we have kept our promise and released your people. Now, shouldn’t we return Station Chief Hu to us?”

“Of course, but only after I’m safe,” Sato Takeshi said, guiding Hu Xinmin to move in the opposite direction from where the Japanese soldiers had left.

Two figures slowly retreated to the workshop entrance, just as Sato Takeshi thought everything was about to end smoothly.

Suddenly, a chilling glint flashed in the darkness, and a dagger pierced his neck accurately. Sato Takeshi had one hand on Hu Xinmin's body and the other hand holding a pistol against the back of Hu Xinmin's head.

Now, suddenly attacked, he had no time to react. His opponent was also prepared for him to fire a gun. The moment the dagger pierced his neck, Sato Takeshi's right hand, which was holding the gun, was firmly under his control.

The dagger was drawn, and a spray of blood spurted out, mixing with the rain and hitting the man's chest.

"Heh heh," Sato Takeshi uttered a resentful sound. The newcomer licked the blood from his dagger and said coldly, "Remember my name. When the King of Hell asks, you'll have something to say. My name is Li Huai, the 'Huai' of 'bad guy'..."

Seeing that Li Huai had dealt with Sato Takeshi, the people inside, led by Zhou Weilong, slowly surrounded him.

"Station Chief Hu, you've suffered so much, let's go..."

(End of this chapter)