Chapter 166: Assassination
Wu Jingzhong was silent for a moment, then showed a bitter expression and said:
“I won’t hide it from you. This time we joined forces with some action personnel from Beiping Station, totaling more than forty people.”
“Because transporting them in is too difficult, there are only two submachine guns, and as for the assassination success rate… it’s less than twenty percent.”
When it came to the final success rate, he found it somewhat hard to speak.
Cao Weida was speechless. Less than twenty percent—what difference did that make from suicide?
Fortunately, he had made some preparations himself. Otherwise, wouldn’t he be dragged along to die together?!
These people were truly reckless with their lives!
However, precisely because of this, he felt even more admiration in his heart.
Not everyone has the courage to head toward the tiger-infested mountain knowing there is a tiger there. The Kuomintang leadership is hard to say, but at least people like Wu Jingzhong who are deeply entrenched in occupied territory are mostly hot-blooded patriots who are unafraid of sacrifice, have faith in their hearts, and seek survival.
Regardless of what they might become in the future, at least for now, they are all respectable people.
He took out a list from his pocket and handed it over. “You know I still have some connections in Beiping. Not long ago, I got a batch of weapons and ammunition that you should be able to use.”
“Brother, are you serious?!” Wu Jingzhong was overjoyed and hurriedly took the list to look it over. “3 light machine guns, 20 Mauser pistols, 2 Type 99 sniper rifles…”
The more he looked, the more excited he became, until finally both hands trembled from the agitation.
Operating in occupied territory, transporting heavy weapons in is extremely difficult.
Occupied territory is strictly controlled by the Japanese Army and puppet army, with checkpoints and sentries everywhere, and searches of personnel and supplies are extremely strict.
Heavy weapons are large in size and weight, with poor concealability, making them easy to discover.
Moreover, transportation routes are almost monopolized by the Japanese Army, and inspections are strict, so one can only rely on secret routes or disguises using special identities, which is extremely inefficient and high-risk. Once discovered, the special agents and assistants involved in transportation may face arrest, execution, or even implication of the entire infiltration network.
Transporting heavy weapons is an action with extremely low possibility of success but extremely high risk.
Generally, for Military Statistics Bureau assassination missions, the most commonly used are rifles. Submachine guns are luxury items!
Those two submachine guns of theirs were temporarily requisitioned from the Beiping intelligence station!
Even that had depleted Beiping Station’s heavy firepower!
Beiping Station didn’t know how much time it took or how many people were sacrificed to finally bring them in.
But what was he seeing now?!
Light machine guns and hand grenades were one thing, but they even got Type 99 sniper rifles!
Most outrageous of all, there were actually two mortars.
With this configuration and firepower, it was comparable to army equipment!
He raised his head, ecstatic, and said: “Brother, I wronged you. You’ve helped brother out big time! With these weapons and ammunition, if we still can’t succeed in the assassination, then it can only be said that brother’s fate is sealed!”
“As long as it’s helpful to you. And now, you can’t blame me for not helping you take down the outer perimeter alert, right?”
“No way! With these weapons and ammunition, no outer perimeter alert matters anymore—that’s not important!”
With these weapons, why bother with outer perimeter alerts? Two sniper rifles set up four hundred meters away aiming, mortar muzzles pointed at the Tokyo Hotel, close range with light machine guns and pistols charging—it’s practically crushing, they could just charge straight in!
Keep in mind, the Military Police’s weapon configuration is just a few hard-to-use Nambu Type 14 pistols and bolt-action rifles that require pulling the bolt after each shot—what could they use to fight back?
After leaving the teahouse, Cao Weida went to a restaurant to pack some food and made a trip to Tangzi Hutong.
He told Liu Rusi about the Military Police’s movements. After learning that the little devils had completely blockaded the North Grand Red Building, Liu Rusi felt a chill down her spine in retrospect.
She secretly rejoiced that she had met Cao Weida. If someone else had saved her, or without Cao Weida’s build, would she now be trapped in the safe house in the North Grand Red Building, quietly waiting for the little devils to search her out?
“You recuperate here first. In a couple of days, I’ll carry you straight home, so you won’t have to hide anymore.”
Hearing this, Liu Rusi nodded in agreement, both shy and delighted.
In the blink of an eye, a day passed. The North Grand Red Building was still under martial law, and at the same time, another place began to be blockaded: the area around the Tokyo Hotel.
The sun set in the west, with afterglow spilling over the land.
Inside the Tokyo Hotel, waiters hurried about, appearing very busy.
On the first floor, tables and chairs and such had all been cleared away, red cloth hung everywhere, and on the high platform at the front hung a propaganda slogan with the four big characters ‘Sino-Japanese friendship’.
Nearby, invited reporters were installing telephones, preparing for the upcoming fixed-scene shooting.
Outside, two rows of Military Police stood with sharp eyes, looking very imposing.
Many peripheral reporters pressed their shutters at them, making those Military Police stand even straighter.
The sun completely set, night gradually replacing day, and the Tokyo Hotel stood brightly lit amid the pitch black, especially conspicuous.
Time gradually advanced, drawing ever closer to the eight o’clock banquet start.
At home, Fan Wu Ye hummed Beijing tunes, sipping little drinks and eating little dishes. Today his sister was getting married, to someone he was quite satisfied with. He was happy at heart, yet felt the home empty.
In the master bedroom of a small courtyard in Koudai Hutong, Cao Weida held Mohe, whispering tenderly in her ear, but his attention remained fixed in a certain direction.
At the Tokyo Hotel, many high-level Japanese Army and puppet army personnel arrived successively for the banquet. Ono Shiota came along, while Fujita Sosuke was in charge of security alert around the area.
The Japanese Army Consulate in China director Takai Yuichi sat upright, full of pride, chatting idly with Bingze Shisanfu.
The sky darkened, clouds gathered in the heavens, a sense of oppression enveloping the whole of Beiping.
Countless little devil Military Police, Chinese collaborators, and patrolmen clearly layered guarded the nearby streets, their rifles gleaming darkly under the streetlights.
Tianjin Station Chief Wu Jingzhong clutched his pocket watch, the hands ticking away.
In his hand, the muzzle of the Type 99 sniper rifle emitted a cold gleam. Not far away, thirty or so team members were dispersed, meticulously checking firearms and magazines.
“Everyone synchronize time. Three minutes from now, the grenade throwing team acts immediately! Upon hearing the explosion, mortars fire directly, nonstop bombardment! After bombing, quickly destroy the mortars and head to the designated rendezvous point!”
“Submachine guns and light machine guns form the assault team, first suppress with firepower!”
“Yes!”*N.
The pocket watch second hand ticked to the final second. From the shadows, over ten people dashed out quickly, each grasping a melon grenade.
“Who goes there!!”
They had just rushed out when spotted. Just as they were about to pull the pin to warn, two sniper rifles began firing.
Bang bang!
Two Chinese collaborators fell to the ground.
The patrolmen responsible for outer perimeter alert were instantly startled. Their first thought wasn’t to organize against these fierce men, but to hide.
The grenade throwing team ignored the outermost patrolmen entirely. These were rabble without even guns, not worth considering.
A truck engine roared, breaking through the blockade line. The assault group’s submachine guns and light machine guns spat flames, viciously tearing into the little devils stationed near the Tokyo Hotel.
“Ah~!” Inside the hotel, screams erupted in chaos.
Thud thud~~
After a three-second delay, shells exploded at the hotel entrance and on the walls.
Boom boom~~
For a moment, screams mixed with shattering glass rang out.
“Charge!”
Thirty or so special agents holding pistols rushed toward the hotel entrance, shooting at anyone they saw like tigers descending the mountain.
“Ah~~”
Screams issued intermittently, the scene extremely brutal.
The grenade throwing team followed up promptly, hurling their hand grenades forcefully into the hotel.
Boom boom boom~~
A burst of dense bombing echoed through the night sky. After the explosions, assault personnel stepped over broken tiles and charged into the hotel.
The hallway lights went out instantly. In the darkness, Type 38 rifle shots rang out, and one team member grunted and fell.
The others immediately turned their muzzles that way and fired back fiercely. At the same time, two hand grenades were thrown over.
Boom~~
Two corpses were blasted flying out, lying grotesquely on the ground motionless, clearly dead.
The little devil Military Police were clearly stunned by this unprecedented heavy firepower. When had they ever seen urban combat with firepower fiercer than a regular army’s?
Crucially, before it was always them encircling special agents fleeing like rats, but now they were being assaulted head-on.
A little devil soldier hid at a corner, stealthily extending his gun barrel for a sneak attack.
But the next moment, a bullet shot in from the window, blowing his head off. This was the two outer sniper rifles providing support.
One assault team member fought exceptionally fiercely. If Cao Weida were here, he would recognize at a glance that this was Beiping Station Action Department Xu Jin’ge!
Xu Jin’ge, using the moonlight from the window, saw several figures darting toward the stairs to the second floor, trying to escape in the chaos.
He raised his hand and sprayed a burst over; the opponents immediately shrank back, leaving a trail of blood drops on the floor.
“Hand grenade!”
The demolition group immediately pulled a hand grenade, knocked it on the wall, and threw it over.
Boom~~
Several corpses were blasted apart and sent flying, not even having time to scream.
“Bingze Shisanfu is here!” One assault team member spotted that devil’s figure. Instantly, several gun muzzles fired in that direction.
Immediately after, no fewer than five hand grenades followed, thrown over.
Bingze Shisanfu, hiding in the shadows, trembled in fear. Though cruel to Chinese people and able to conduct live experiments without changing expression, when it happened to him, he was terrified, liquid even soaking his crotch.
Before he could beg for mercy, dense bullets shot over.
Immediately after, several things landed at his feet.
He looked fixedly and was instantly scared out of his wits. Just as he tried to flee, several bullets hit his body, stunning him in place.
Then
Boom boom boom~~
Bingze Shisanfu was tough. Even blasted into several pieces, he didn’t utter a sound.
