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

Chapter 124 The Japanese Assassin

Unlike No. 27 Ji'e Lane, No. 1 Honggongci Villa did not have a training ground set up because it was a headquarters.

After the establishment of the Bureau of Survey and Statistics, Dai Yunong divided the original Action Section into two.

Zheng Yaoxian, Ye Shaohong, and their colleagues from the Second Division also moved into Villa No. 1 of Honggongci along with Xu Baichuan.

In order to prepare for subsequent missions, Dai Yunong purchased another property in a neighborhood not far from Villa No. 1 of Honggongci.

It serves as a training ground for the second division.

Ye Shaohong has not yet been to this new training venue.

He suddenly felt like going to check it out while it was still early, and after completing the inspection, he planned to go home and rest. As for the interrogation of Dongfang Hui and Wu Shuo, he didn't need to worry about that for the time being.

With Li Yunlong there, he could just wait for news.

With that thought in mind, Ye Shaohong didn't linger. He put on his military uniform, called over two guards, and leisurely left Villa No. 1 of Honggong Temple.

They didn't drive, but walked there. After crossing two blocks, Ye Shaohong finally saw the gate to the training ground.

Just as he was about to lead his guards across the last road, a Ford sedan suddenly drove up from a short distance away.

The car was driving very fast.

In the blink of an eye, they were already upon Ye Shaohong.

Hearing the roar of the car engine, Ye Shaohong turned around and looked over. His eyes narrowed immediately after just one glance.

"Damn it, take cover!" Ye Shaohong shouted in alarm as people poked their heads out of the oncoming vehicle.

He was a short-haired young man in his early twenties.

He was also holding a Nambu Type 14 pistol in his hand.

As Ye Shaohong leaped into the air, preparing to flee towards a shop on the side, the young man who had leaned out of the passenger window of the car had already pointed his gun at Ye Shaohong and pulled the trigger.

"Bang bang bang!"

Three gunshots rang out in succession, and Ye Shaohong felt a numbness in his shoulder, followed by unbearable pain.

He knew he had been shot.

But the situation was critical, and Ye Shaohong dared not delay any longer, nor did he dare to check his injuries. As soon as he struggled to get up from the ground, he plunged into the general store by the roadside.

The two guards who accompanied him then noticed something amiss and quickly drew their pistols from their waists to return fire. Both men were quite skilled marksmen.

The hasty counterattack resulted in one of the shots hitting the young man's wrist, knocking the Type 14 Nambu pistol he was holding to the ground.

"idiot!"

After the young man in the passenger seat of the car was injured, he not only showed no fear, but also shouted angrily.

Immediately, the Ford sedan that had been speeding towards them came to a stop.

It stopped in front of the general store where Ye Shaohong was hiding.

As Ye Shaohong turned around in surprise, he saw the rear doors of the Ford sedan open, and two young men and women dressed in black stepped out.

Both of them were holding Nambu Type 14 pistols.

As soon as they appeared, one of the two men raised his hand and killed one of Ye Shaohong's guards, while the other man was forced to dodge and hide. The other man, meanwhile, pointed his gun at Ye Shaohong, who had just rushed into the general store, and fired four shots in quick succession.

These four shots forced Ye Shaohong to roll on the ground repeatedly.

During the roll, the injury on his shoulder was aggravated, causing Ye Shaohong to grimace in pain.

"Damn it, they're Japanese, and they came specifically for me!"

Why did they try to kill me?

Ye Shaohong couldn't figure it out, nor did he have time to think about it too much. As soon as he finished snipeing, he took out his Browning M1910 from his waist while hiding behind the wall.

He took a long breath, forcibly calming his agitated emotions, then suddenly stood up and glared at the Ford sedan through the window.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Three shots were fired in quick succession; two missed, but the last shot struck a gunman outside the door squarely in the forehead. Ye Shaohong's superb marksmanship threw the surviving Japanese assassin outside into a panic.

The passenger in the front seat and the two remaining passengers in the back seat immediately hid.

"Hold on, don't let them get away."

"In three to five minutes at most, our brothers in the training field across the street will come to our aid."

Ye Shaohong was speaking to the guard who was still alive outside the door. What he said was true, and the guard obviously knew this as well. After hearing Ye Shaohong's words, he stopped hiding.

After standing up from his hiding place, he pointed his gun at the car driver, intending to keep them there.

Although the process was long, it was actually extremely short, lasting only two or three breaths, but the dangers involved were impossible to describe clearly.

The Japanese assassins inside the car outside seemed to understand Chinese and were aware of their dangerous situation. They immediately started shouting in their Japanese language.

Then they saw the Japanese assassin, who was still alive in the back seat of the Ford, stand up again.

The gun in his hand was gone.

Instead, they took out a Type 97 hand grenade, which was shaped like a melon and was black in color.

Moreover, he had already pulled the fuse rope beforehand.

After slamming the car roof hard, the Japanese assassin smiled coldly and tossed the melon grenade into the general store where Ye Shaohong was hiding.

"Oh shit!"

Ye Shaohong's eyes widened as he watched the grenade, thrown into the room, hit the wall, and then slowly roll on the floor.

He cursed, and taking advantage of the brief moment between the explosion of the melon grenade, he quickly stood up and ran towards the back door of the general store. "Three, two, one."

As he mentally counted down, the instant the word "one" appeared, Ye Shaohong suddenly exerted force with his feet. He stopped running and instead chose to leap into the air.

"boom!"

It has to be said that Ye Shaohong was quite lucky this time.

The Type 97 grenade developed by the Japanese had excellent lethality and radius, but it had one major flaw: the detonation time was too long.

There is a gap of four to five seconds.

It was thanks to this brief gap that Ye Shaohong narrowly escaped disaster.

As his body crashed to the ground, his shoulder wound nearly going numb, the sound of a car starting up came from outside the door.

The Japanese assassin wanted to escape? Ye Shaohong was also enraged. Ignoring the pain in his shoulder, he hurriedly climbed to his feet, grabbed his Browning M1910 pistol, and rushed out.

His reaction speed was fast enough.

But he still couldn't outrun the Ford's start-up time. When Ye Shaohong rushed out of the bombed-out general store with his pistol, he only saw the Ford's receding figure.

There were also the corpses of two guards lying across the entrance of the general store.

"Grass!"