Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Li Jian and Lin Xiao suddenly started running, which stunned the garrison soldiers whose attention had been attracted by Zhang Meng. By the time they raised their guns, Li Jian and Lin Xiao had already run some distance.

This is a park with many trees, flowers, and shrubs. Li Jian and Lin Xiao fled towards the rostrum. The Japanese soldiers behind them did not dare to shoot at all. If they accidentally injured the officers at the venue, they would definitely die a miserable death.

He had no choice but to put down his gun and start chasing after him, shouting loudly to alert his companions who were on guard in the venue.

By the time the garrison soldiers on guard noticed Li Jian and Lin Xiao approaching, the distance between them had been shortened to about a hundred meters.

At this moment, Lin Xiao acted as a living target.

In the eyes of those Japanese soldiers, Lin Xiao, who was shouting and rushing towards the podium, was obviously more dangerous. After hesitating for a moment, they pointed their guns at Lin Xiao.

Lin Xiao seemed to realize something. He turned his head while running and looked at Li Jian who was running around with his head in his hands not far away. A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth and his eyes were full of expectation.

The next moment, gunshots rang out. . . .

When the gun went off, Li Jian's body trembled, but he did not stop running with his head in his hands. Instead, he dodged to the side as if frightened, but his general direction was still towards the podium.

close!close!

The continuous gunshots let Li Jian know that Lin Xiao was probably going to die first, but he didn't have time to see what was happening to Lin Xiao. He had only one thought in his mind, which was to rush into the crowd around him, preferably into the group of foreign reporters.

The gunshots were still ringing. Li Jian didn't know how many times Lin Xiao would be shot, but he understood that Lin Xiao was buying time for him.

Finally, Li Jian raised his head, put his hand that was holding his head into his arms, and when he took it out again, there was a pistol in his right hand and a grenade in his left hand.

The next moment, Li Jian raised his hand and shot to death the two guards who had reacted and were about to shoot to stop him, and then plunged into the crowd.

The people around exclaimed, and the woman screamed loudly.

Li Jian smiled at this moment, as if the noise around him was a soundtrack specially created for him.

He pushed away the people blocking his way and shot at the traitors on the stage with the pistol in his hand.

"Bang, bang, bang!" After a few gunshots, a big traitor who was speaking fell to the ground, blood splattered on the spot.

The traitor leaned back, the speech in his hand fell to the ground, and his face still showed fear and disbelief.

The Japanese soldiers and traitors in the audience were suddenly panicked and in chaos.

The Japanese garrison soldiers in charge of guarding were all panicked at this moment. They no longer cared about the people around Li Jian and raised their guns to shoot at Li Jian.

Li Jian was agile and dodged left and right, using the bodies of people around him as sandbags for cover. Bullets passed by him, leaving bullet marks on his clothes, but the gun in his hand continued to spray bullets until the magazine was empty.

There was no time to change the magazine, and he didn't have a spare magazine, so he threw the pistol away, alternating between his left and right hands, and the grenade landed in his right hand.

At this time, the surviving traitors on the rostrum hid under the table, and on the other side, Zhou Zhengqing and several Japanese lieutenant generals came into his sight.

I hesitated for a moment, thinking of what Chen Gongshu said before the mission: "The Japanese are hateful, but traitors and traitors are even more intolerable."

Li Jian still threw the pulled grenade towards the podium.

It was a pity that he could not kill those senior Japanese officers, but his target was the traitors and their lackeys. Gao Lingxuan's old gang had dodged too quickly before, so Li Jian did not hit them in the vital points.

I am worried that Gao Lingxuan, the biggest traitor, still has a chance to survive, so I have to leave the grenade in my hand to him. . . . . . . . .

Not far away, Lin Xiao half-knelt on the ground, trying to open his half-closed eyes, watching Li Jian rushing into the crowd with a gun in hand. His body fell forward, and the bullet holes on his body were like a hornet's nest, oozing with bright red blood, which soon dyed the large area of mud beneath him red. . . . .

On the other side of the woods, when the gunshots were heard, Zhang Meng immediately threw the grenade in his hand towards the garrison soldiers who were chasing after Li Jianlin Xiao.

With a loud "boom", the grenade exploded, flames splashed everywhere, and the Japanese soldiers were blown to pieces.

The huge explosion made people's eardrums hurt, and the thick smoke blocked people's vision.

Taking advantage of the grenade explosion, Zhang Meng quickly ran to the big tree where Li Jian took the weapon, reached into the tree hole at the bottom, and pulled out a cloth bag.

The cloth bag is quite heavy. From the outside, it looks like it is filled with round objects, like potatoes. . . .

After getting up, he picked up the cloth bag and ran towards the venue in the direction of the venue, under the horrified gazes of the people around him.

When Lin Xiao's miserable condition appeared in Zhang Meng's eyes, at this moment, Zhang Meng seemed to be possessed by the fierce Zhang Fei in the Three Kingdoms. He ran so fast and his face looked so hideous.

He reached into the cloth bag, took out a grenade, pulled the ring, and without paying any attention to the people and reporters from various countries who were running around the scene, Zhang Meng shouted loudly: "Japs, traitors, all of you die!" and threw the grenade towards the messy meeting place.

His voice was full of anger and passion, and sounded particularly tragic in the smoke.

Here comes another one!!!!

The Japanese soldiers quickly came to their senses and raised their guns.

As a result, the next second, another grenade flew towards them, scaring several nearby soldiers so much that they quickly fell down to avoid it.

Boom, boom. . . . . . . . .

The sound of grenades exploding one after another...

Because the scene was too chaotic, the Japanese garrison soldiers fired a round of shots but failed to hit Zhang Meng's vital points, and failed to stop Zhang Meng, the human bomber, from continuing to throw grenades. . . .

The bag isn't big, and the grenades aren't infinite.

Zhang Meng soon ran out of grenades, but he still had a pistol.

When his pistol had run out of bullets, he picked up a rifle dropped by a Japanese soldier from the ground. . . .

At this time, the venue was in chaos, and the people were panicking and running around.

Some civilians were hit by stray bullets and fell to the ground groaning in pain.

The Japanese soldiers were busy maintaining order and were trying their best to encircle and suppress the fierce man Zhang Meng who was holding a Type 38 rifle.

It was not until the panicked crowd had almost run away that Zhang Meng discovered Li Jian, lying on his back on the ground not far from the rostrum. There was a bullet hole in the middle of his forehead, and his eyes were looking to the side of the rostrum.

Seeing this, Zhang Meng followed Li Jian's gaze and immediately saw Zhou Zhengqing and other senior Japanese officers who were blocked behind a large group of military police forming a human wall.

Regardless of the fact that he had been shot several times, he rushed over there desperately, shouting, "Damn Japs, die!"

Suddenly, the group of gendarmes parted, revealing a man whose eyes were covered by his hair.

At this time, he was wearing a black samurai uniform with two samurai swords on his waist.

His outfit stood out among the khaki military uniforms all around him.

"Hahaha." Zhang Meng saw that the Japanese soldier over there let out the man who was obviously a samurai. He thought that the other party was going to play some Bushido spirit again and wanted to challenge him in a duel, so he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Come on! You damn Japs, let me teach you a lesson!" Zhang Meng laughed, dropped the Type 38 rifle in his hand that had run out of bullets, and wanted to move forward.

However, with the sound of a gunshot, his smile froze on his face.

The Japanese soldier in black samurai uniform was looking at him like a fool, and with his right hand he put down the Nambu 14, whose muzzle was still emitting smoke. . . .