Espionage: I became sworn brothers with Zheng Yaoxian at the beginning, and became the Seventh Broth

Chapter 1043 Hatred

On the second day, it was just dawn.

As a gentle ray of sunlight shone down from the eastern horizon, the people of the Chinese-controlled area of ​​Shanghai spontaneously gathered at the central square.

Some of them were just there to watch the spectacle.

Some people came to bid farewell to those sincere patriots.

Some people also wanted to see how the Nationalist government's Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (Zhongtong) and Military Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (Juntong) would react to the direct provocation from the Wang Jingwei regime's No. 76 Special Agent Headquarters.

Among the crowd were naturally undercover agents from the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS) and the Military Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (MMIS), who mingled among the crowd and arrived at the central square.

They wanted to see their comrades off, and some even wanted to risk their lives to kill that venomous woman, Wang Manchun, in their final moments.

In a short period of time, thousands upon thousands of people had gathered in the central square of the Chinese-controlled area of ​​Shanghai.

"Dudududu!"

A car horn sounded.

That venomous woman, Wang Manchun, actually led a team herself, escorting the arrested agents of the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics and the Military Bureau of Investigation and Statistics to the outskirts of the square.

Intelligence personnel from the 76th Special Agent Headquarters, along with black-skinned police officers, began maintaining order at the scene.

They began to disperse the crowd, making way for the cars behind them.

Under the hateful and angry gazes of ordinary Chinese residents in Shanghai, Wang Manchun and the intelligence personnel from the No. 76 Special Agent Headquarters finally arrived at the center of the square.

More than twenty agents from the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS) and the Military Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (MMIS), who refused to betray their country and surrender to the enemy even at the cost of their lives, were also taken away and stood in front of the crowd.

"Mother, are they really going to die?"

This is a little girl brought by her parents, nestled in her mother's arms, asking a question she couldn't bear to voice.

"Yes."

In fact, the little girl's mother also did not want her child to witness such a bloody scene at such a young age.

But last night, when the matter was discussed at home, the girl's father finally made a decision.

He felt that he could not join the army to fight against the Japanese because he had to support his family.

Go and defend the country.

But he had to make sure his children clearly remembered how those damned Japanese devils, those traitors and collaborators who deserved to be torn to pieces, had harmed the Chinese people.

He must make his children remember this hatred forever.

It is etched in my mind.

It becomes part of your blood.

At the same time, he also wanted to show the patriots who were destined to sacrifice themselves today that they were not alone.

There are also Chinese people who are willing to come and see them off.

The Chinese nation, and its descendants, will forever remember this hatred.

The man's idea was ultimately accepted by the woman, which is why the couple brought their young daughter here on this extraordinary day.

"father……."

A boy, brought by an elderly woman with white hair, was in the crowd when he saw a middle-aged man in the center of the square, bound by a traitor from the No. 76 troop. He was about to speak.

The old lady covered his mouth with her hand to prevent him from making a sound.

The elderly woman with a full head of white hair was in the crowd, her eyes red, and tears seemed to be sliding down her cheeks.

The man in front of her was her only son.

But her son is going to die today.

She was powerless to save him, and couldn't even cry her heart out.

Go and see him off.

The old lady could only bring her only grandson, the only bloodline of her husband in the world, to come and have a look.

Who can understand this kind of pain?

The white-haired man sends the black-haired man.

Mourning is greater than death.

"Heavens above, is there any way for anyone to survive in this world?"

"Open your eyes and take a look!" The old woman dared not make a sound; she could only slightly part her lips and whisper to the sky, and she dared not let her tears fall.

Among the crowd were also passionate young people.

Whether they were men or women, they all stood in the crowd, their fists clenched tightly.

He stared at the 76th Good agent with eyes full of hatred.

He stared at Wang Manchun, that venomous woman.

Then, their gazes shifted and landed on the dozen or so iron-willed men in the center of the square who, after being captured, would rather die than surrender to the enemy.

Admiration, regret, and a host of other complex emotions filled their hearts.

At that moment, countless people were inspired by the indomitable spirit of these men and resolved to dedicate themselves to the fight against the Japanese.

They would use their insignificant flesh and blood, their burning passion, to defend their country and their loved ones.

On the stage.

Wang Manchun, with a heart as sharp as a snake, also coldly observed the crowd around her.

Wang Manchun is not stupid.

She could certainly feel the deep-seated hatred that the people of Shanghai harbored towards her.

They also sensed the murderous intent that occasionally emanated from the crowd.

But Wang Manchun didn't care.

She was inherently cold-hearted, selfish, and ruthless; all she wanted was to live.

If she cannot complete the task assigned to her by the commander of the Shanghai Military Police Headquarters today, then she is destined to die.

There was no way out, and no chance left.

Wang Manchun had made up her mind, even if it meant being hated by the Kuomintang's Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics and the Military Bureau of Investigation and Statistics after this day. Even if it meant being remembered in history and cursed for eternity, she was determined to fight this battle.

"Humph!"

"You want to force me to my death? I won't let you have your way."

"Someone is coming."

"Bring me the metal microphone!"

As soon as Wang Manchun reached out, a lackey from the 76th Special Agent Headquarters handed her the tin microphone.

Having obtained the amplification tool, Wang Manchun took a step and walked to the center of the square.

Facing the thousands upon thousands of Shanghai residents near the square, she gave a cold and disdainful smile, then roared loudly.

“I know that there must be people from the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics and the Military Bureau of Investigation and Statistics among you.” “You can’t wait to kill me right now.”

"But you won't have a chance."

"Today, I'm going to kill these die-hards in front of all of you, and I'm going to tell you all to obediently step forward and surrender to me!"

"Otherwise... I'll make them die right in front of you, one by one."

After letting out a cold snort, Wang Manchun remained silent. With a flick of her sleeve, she walked directly to the highest platform.

As Wang Manchun left, more than a dozen people from the Wang puppet regime's No. 76 intelligence agency came out and stood behind the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics and the Military Bureau of Investigation and Statistics who had been arrested but refused to surrender.

Wang Manchun is going to kill someone.

Just then, a young man in his early twenties rushed out from the crowd.

His face was contorted with rage. He raised his hand and pointed directly at Wang Manchun, shouting, "You beast! You're a beast!"

"Are you even human?"

This young man was not a member of the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics or the Military Bureau of Investigation and Statistics. He was just an ordinary student in Shanghai, a passionate young man whose anger had overwhelmed his reason and who wanted to stop all of this.

The young man's appearance and his cursing also stirred up the surrounding people.

People began to stir.

Curses began to rise from the crowd, like a tide, advancing step by step, ready to stop the slaughter.

Seeing this, Wang Manchun was also angered.

Her face was ashen, and her fairly pretty eyes narrowed suddenly. She raised her hand and fired a shot, hitting the young man who had spoken first directly in the chest.

That bastard, she's really gone mad.

However… no one noticed that at the very moment Wang Manchun fired her gun, seven or eight other people in various corners of the crowd also pulled out their personal firearms.

They fired shots at Wang Manchun and the traitors and collaborators at the No. 76 Special Agent Headquarters in the central square.

Finally, someone is going to make a move against that venomous woman, Wang Manchun!