Spy Wars: I have space, but I choose to work alone

Five minutes later, after the danger was lifted, many senior Japanese officers gathered around Mukai Toshiaki and Noda Takeshi.

Looking at Toshiaki Mukai and Takeshi Noda who were still groaning in pain, all the officers gnashed their teeth in anger.

They are all Japanese military officers who have participated in front-line combat. They know the current situation of Toshiaki Mukai and Takeshi Noda who were shot.

The human lower abdomen is densely populated with nerves. Generally speaking, a strong punch is enough to make a strong man lose the ability to resist, not to mention being hit by a full-power rifle bullet.

Rather than letting them suffer in endless pain for another ten minutes before dying, killing them now would be a relief.

"Help them!"

A Japanese army general coldly gave orders to several junior officers around him.

Several lieutenant colonels immediately drew their sabers and walked to the sides of Mukai Toshiaki and Noda Takeshi.

In front of Toshiaki Mukai and Takeshi Noda's longing eyes, he stabbed the knife into their hearts, and both of them had expressions of relief on their faces.

Twenty minutes later, a team of Japanese soldiers tracked back to the building where Ma Liang fired the shot based on the angles of the bullets that hit Toshiaki Mukai and Takeshi Noda.

After Major General Suzuki Jiro, who led the team personally, had controlled the people in the entire building, he stood on the rooftop, looking at the reviewing stand built more than 600 meters away, and asked the military expert beside him in disbelief:

"Are you sure the bullet came from here?"

After writing and drawing on their notebooks for more than a minute, several military experts finally answered affirmatively:

"General, this is the result of our repeated calculations. It cannot be wrong."

The major general still felt it was impossible and asked:

"Do you know how difficult it is to accurately hit two targets in succession from more than 600 meters?"

The leading military expert could only bite the bullet and explain:

"General, data won't lie!"

Next, the Japanese major general called several famous Japanese snipers from the troops participating in the parade.

Then, human-shaped targets were set up at the locations where Toshiaki Mukai and Takeshi Noda were at the time, and these famous sharpshooters in the army were allowed to try shooting.

Suddenly, seven or eight famous snipers in the Japanese army were on the rooftop, holding the Type 37 sniper rifle, which was only developed in 97 and only equipped in small quantities by the Japanese army, and they kept testing it.

Only half an hour later, seven or eight people were shooting together. Except for one person who hit the edge of the target twice by chance, the rest of them all missed the target.

The most famous sniper, Japanese Second Lieutenant Goro Watanabe, walked up to Major General Jiro Suzuki, who was leading the team, with a look of dejection on his face and said:

"General, this is impossible. No one can accurately shoot a target 675 meters away. Even the Empire's latest Type sniper rifle can't do it."

After a pause, Lieutenant Goro Watanabe added:

"At least there is no one like this in the Locust Army, and there may not be many people in this world who can do this."

Hearing what Lieutenant Watanabe Goro said, Major General Suzuki Jiro did not refute.

Although he was a general, he had also undergone rigorous rifle shooting training. He knew that anyone who could accurately hit a human target two hundred meters away during the day without using a scope was considered a rare top-notch shooter.

He had just read the instruction manual of the Empire's latest Type 97 sniper while the snipers were busy shooting.

The Empire's latest Type 97 sniper rifle has a 2.5x optical sight with an effective range of only 600 meters.

But according to the experience of snipers, the 2.5x low-magnification optical sight is only suitable for precise strikes on targets within 300m. Any further away is a matter of luck.

The current sniping distance has reached 675 meters, which exceeds the effective range of the Type 97 sniper rifle.

Major General Suzuki Jiro was alone on the rooftop thinking:

"The bullets that hit Toshiaki Mukai and Takeshi Noda were Mosinagan's 7.62x54R mm bullets."

"Plus a sniper who can accurately hit a target 675 meters away."

"The Chinese cannot produce such world-class snipers. Only a truly powerful sniper nation can produce such snipers."

After just thinking it over in his mind, Major General Suzuki Jiro had the answer in his mind.

"The Russians in the north, only those who value snipers, can have a few snipers like this."

As the number one imaginary enemy of the Japanese Army, senior officers such as Major General Jiro Suzuki have seen a lot of intelligence about the military equipment of the Russians in the north.

The Russians may be the country in the world that values snipers the most. Their army has a large number of Mosin-Nagant M3.5 sniper rifles equipped with 1930x scopes.

After having the answer in his mind, Major General Jiro Suzuki did not waste any more time here and left with his troops.

"The little days are finally over!"

The residents of the building breathed a sigh of relief after hearing that the Japanese troops outside had withdrawn.

The military police who had been surrounding the area for a long time rushed in like wolves and tigers and arrested all the young and strong men.

The accompanying deputy director of the pseudo police station, Zhou Tielin, had a face half swollen like a pig's head. He cautiously pleaded with Lieutenant Colonel Takahashi Shiro, the famous executioner of the Military Police Headquarters:

"Takahashi-san, the residents here are all old residents of Shanghai. They can't be anti-Japanese elements. There's no need to arrest them all, right?"

Lieutenant Colonel Takahashi Shiro raised his hand angrily, but looking at Zhou Tielin's swollen face, he put his hand down angrily and said with a grim smile:

"For every locust soldier who dies, ten Celestial Empire people must be buried with him. Since someone fired a gun on the rooftop here, these people cannot escape responsibility."

"Kill one to warn the rest, so that everyone will know the consequences of opposing the locust army, and never dare to oppose the locust army again!"

Zhou Tielin, deputy director of the pseudo police station, looked at Lieutenant Colonel Takahashi Shiro, who was speaking the most ridiculous theory with a matter-of-fact expression, with disbelief in his eyes.

Ma Liang didn't know that his assassination had brought great trouble to the residents of the building. He had just sent the white mother and daughter into the concession.

Then he changed back into Mr. Wu's attire and submitted his crooked-butt article to the newspaper. In order to deepen the other party's impression, Ma Liang even deliberately spoke a few more words to the newspaper editor.

On the way home, I saw military police everywhere on the street. I successfully passed several inspections and body searches before returning home safely.

Before Ma Liang could even sit down, someone knocked on his door. When he opened the door, he saw his neighbor, Sheriff Zhang Yiping, and a few policemen standing at the door to search for resistance elements.

"Are you back? Mr. Wu?"

"I just came back from the newspaper office. I chatted with the editor for a while and was delayed for a while. What's the matter?"

"It's okay. I was just ordered to search for suspected anti-Japanese elements."

Since they were neighbors, Zhang Yiping just wandered around Ma Liang's first floor and left with him. Before leaving, he whispered to Ma Liang:

"Mr. Wu, today at the Tianchang Festival in Hongkou Park, two officers were assassinated in public. They lost face in front of the whole world and are like mad dogs looking for the murderer. Don't go out for the next two days and stay at home."

"Thank you, Chief Inspector Zhang!"

"Don't you know me? I'm just an honest man who abides by the law!" Ma Liang put on an honest expression.