This killer star of the War of Resistance Against Japan was only 9 years old.

Meanwhile, Bai Luo was leaning against a wall at a corner in the next alley.

Seeing the three marks in her mind moving, Bai Luo chuckled, "Qi Xing is a smart man, but he's a bit too hasty. He should have left tonight."

Seeing the group rush out, Bai Luo followed them at a leisurely pace.

The Japanese soldiers were nearly killed by his meddling, and the entire city of Haishi was now under surveillance by secret agents.

Given Zhang Hu's appearance and stature, the spies would definitely notice them.

Not long after Qi Xing left, he noticed that people were glancing at Zhang Hu from time to time.

He regretted it a little and cursed himself for being too hasty.

He whispered to the two of them, "Let's split up. Zhang Hu's size and imposing presence are too conspicuous. Let's meet in the alley behind the train station."

"Hmm x2"

Zhang Hu and Zhong Yu parted ways with Qi Xing at the next fork in the road.

Bai Luo watched the three of them walk away separately. She knew Qi Xing had realized what was happening, and it wasn't too late.

After thinking for a moment, Bai Luo followed Qi Xing, since he seemed to be the weakest. Bai Luo guessed that the document was most likely on Qi Xing.

But Bai Luo guessed wrong; the document was on Zhong Yu.

Qi Xing knew his own limitations. If the Japanese discovered them, he would be a burden. To protect the documents, he placed them on Zhong Yu, who was the most agile, and told her seriously that she should run away if anything happened.

About an hour later, Qi Xing took a shortcut to the alley behind the train station. As soon as he turned into the alley, a group of Japanese soldiers ran into him.

Qi Xing was startled, but his years of experience working underground taught him how to handle the situation.

He pretended to be slightly panicked and stood by the roadside, lowering his head slightly to let the Japanese soldiers pass first.

As expected, the Japanese soldiers did not stop Qi Xing after seeing this, but continued to walk forward.

Qi Xing breathed a sigh of relief, but he also realized that he couldn't stay in this alley for long, otherwise the Japanese would definitely notice him. He didn't know the patrol hours of the Japanese patrol team.

Waiting for Zhang Hu and Zhong Yu here was definitely not an option. He decisively headed towards the main entrance of the train station, intending to wait for them there.

Upon arriving at the main gate, they discovered that the train station had been sealed off, allowing only local residents to enter but not local residents to leave.

Qi Xing knew that going through the train station was no longer an option.

Leaning against a utility pole next to the train station square, he pretended to be waiting for the train station to reopen, just like the other people gathered there.

At the same time, he would go to the back alley every now and then to see if the other two had arrived.

Qi Xing ran into Zhong Yu on his second trip to the back alley. Qi Xing secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then the two pretended not to know each other as they walked one after the other from the back alley to the main entrance.

Bai Luo was crouching on the roof of a three-story building about 200 meters from the main entrance of the train station. He was already wearing his gear, and a rappelling rope was tied to the back of the roof beforehand.

Once they all arrived, Bai Luo planned to create some chaos, giving them an opportunity to take advantage of the confusion.

Bai Luo looked at his watch; it was already 1:30 PM, but Zhang Hu was still nowhere to be seen.

Qi Xing and Zhong Yu were also very anxious, fearing that something might happen to Zhang Hu. After all, he was too conspicuous.

At that moment, a Red Party symbol suddenly appeared in the radar range of Bai Luo's mind.

When Bai Luo saw the marker within his scope, he almost burst out laughing.

Zhang Hu was sitting on the ground, walking by supporting himself with his hands. He sat cross-legged on the ground, with a tattered burlap sack covering his legs. His clothes were obviously swapped with some beggar.

He also carries a basin in his hand and occasionally begs from the people around him.

If Bai Luo hadn't had the monitoring radar, he really wouldn't have noticed Zhang Hu dressed as a beggar.

Just as Zhang Hu reached the back alley, he encountered Zhong Ling, who was returning from the back alley.

Zhong Ling couldn't help but laugh when she saw Zhang Hu dressed like this.

Zhang Hu was helpless. He was a big, strong man from Dong Province, already tall, and with his explosive muscles, he looked like a giant lighthouse in the crowd in Haishi.

I finally found inspiration in a disabled beggar. I found a tall beggar and changed my clothes with him.

He was also wearing several tattered burlap sacks. It was truly an arduous journey that he managed to move to the train station by hand.

After the three met up.

Bai Luo waited quietly, and at that moment, another group of Japanese soldiers appeared in the distance, led by a sedan.

Nakajo is feeling helpless. He already has a lot on his plate, but one trouble after another keeps piling up.

I just received a complaint call from the British consulate, saying that their consulate members were blocked by the Japanese outside the train station.

They have urgent business and request that Nakajo release them immediately.

At first, I didn't take it seriously and hung up, but not long after, I received a reprimanding telegram from headquarters.

They demanded that he personally release the vehicle and apologize.

Bai Luo pointed his gun at the slowly approaching car, and through the car window he could only see that the people inside were wearing Japanese military uniforms.

His rank and appearance were both obscured by the car roof.

The car slowly drove to the main entrance of the train station, and the Japanese soldiers who were jogging behind the car immediately separated the crowd.

The adjutant stepped forward and opened the car door. Nakajo took a deep breath, straightened his uniform slightly, and then stepped out of the car.

He slung his officer's sword at his waist, looked around, and called out, "Which one of you is Mr. Shulman?"

The adjutant beside him immediately translated in hawk language and shouted to the surroundings.

"It is I." A voice answered from behind the crowd that had been separated by the Japanese soldiers.

Nakajo immediately signaled to the Japanese soldiers blocking the crowd to make way.

The American named Shulman emerged from the crowd with three companions.

Nakajo quickly stepped forward, bowed deeply at a 90-degree angle, and spoke sincerely.

"Mr. Shulman, I am so sorry that my soldiers' lack of manners has taken up your valuable time. I apologize again." He then bowed again at a 90-degree angle.

The man named Shulman heard the translation from the adjutant beside him.

He didn't give Nakajo a friendly look because of Nakajo's apology, and his tone was still cold: "Commander, may I enter the train station now? Because of your so-called soldiers' ignorance, I've wasted two whole hours of my time."

After listening to his adjutant's translation, Nakajo straightened up, ready to explain further. Before he could even utter a word, he felt a sharp pain in his head, then everything went black, and he collapsed to the ground.

This startled the adjutant beside him, who quickly reached out to help him up, only to find a gun muzzle on Nakajo's head. Crimson blood was continuously flowing from Nakajo's head.

"Enemy—enemy attack! There's a sniper! Protect Commander Nakajo!" The adjutant beside him shouted fearfully to the surrounding Japanese soldiers.

Because Bai Luo used a silencer, the surrounding people did not hear the gunshots.

They saw the Japanese commander suddenly collapse to the ground. Although there was some panic, there wasn't much of a commotion.

Bai Luo's frustrated expression gradually faded when he saw that he had finally blown the Japanese commander's head off.

Bai Luo initially planned to kill the Japanese commander the moment he got off the car.

However, just as the Japanese lieutenant general got out of the car, his adjutant stepped forward to open the car door for Nakajo, which conveniently blocked the muzzle of his gun.

As the adjutant stepped forward to translate for the foreigner, Bai Luo immediately seized the opportunity and used his assault rifle to snipe the head of the Japanese lieutenant general.

The next second, the Japanese lieutenant general's head disappeared from Bai Luo's sights, and Bai Luo thought he had seen a ghost.

I moved the gun slightly and realized that the Japanese lieutenant general was bowing to the foreigners opposite him.

After the lieutenant general straightened up, Bai Luo aimed his gun at the Japanese lieutenant general's head.

Just as I was about to fire, I noticed two heads in the scope. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was some idiot translator who had once again sidled up next to the Japanese lieutenant general to translate what the foreigners were saying.

This really put Bai Luola in a bind.

While he was still in a daze, the Japanese lieutenant general on the other side bowed to the foreigner on the other side again.

Bai Luo quickly raised his gun and aimed. In the instant the Japanese lieutenant general straightened up, Bai Luo pulled the trigger.

With a "ding," the bullet pierced the head of a Japanese lieutenant general more than 200 meters away. Through the scope, I could see the snowflakes swirling up from the lieutenant general's head.

"Huh, it feels good."