Chapter 78: Traitors Exterminated Successfully
Zheng Chaoyang quietly followed, focusing his attention mainly on Cao Weida, but after following just a short ten meters or so, Cao Weida’s figure disappeared from his sight.
He was shocked again in his heart, not expecting Cao Weida’s hiding ability to be so outstanding!
He had been concentrating his attention on observing all along!
With this skill, ordinary Jianghu people don’t have this ability, right?
Unable to see Cao Weida anymore, he could only shift his attention to the traitor. Regardless of whether this sudden interloper Cao Weida was there or not, he had to follow the traitor.
Underground Party comrades mostly had little spare money, so the places they lived were not very good and were in rather remote locations.
At this time, the Underground Party comrade and the Underground Party traitor, one in front and one behind, had gradually passed through several remote alleys and arrived in an even more remote alley.
This made Cao Weida, who was tightly following not far behind the traitor on a nearby rooftop, feel that the timing was about right.
Just now on the road at the entrance of the Yangzi Dance Hall, there were quite a few people, so Cao Weida couldn’t make his move easily. Now this place was very remote; if he didn’t act now, was he waiting for New Year?
Having circled ahead of the two in advance, he jumped down from the wall, quickly walked forward to the corner, put on a face cloth, passed through a small alley, and after seeing the Underground Party comrade ahead pass by, he pressed himself against the wall in the shadows of the corner, quietly waiting for the prey to come.
The night was dim; although there was moonlight, visibility in the dark alley was not very high. The traitor could only focus on following the Underground Party comrade and didn’t notice Cao Weida hiding in the corner, preparing to pass right by him.
But just as he was about to walk past, a pair of hands suddenly reached out toward his head.
The traitor was scared nearly to death. In the dim night, hands suddenly emerging from the shadows toward his head would frighten anyone half to death.
But after all, he had been an underground agent for so many years; his mental resilience and skill were absolutely beyond what ordinary people could match.
Out of instinct, his feet instantly retreated backward, and his hand had already reached for the service pistol at his waist.
Zheng Chaoyang, following behind him, felt his heart tighten. Worried about Cao Weida’s safety, he intended to rush forward to support, but his body had just started to move when he suddenly froze in place, his face unable to hide the shock.
At the same moment the traitor retreated, Cao Weida reacted even faster. Seeing he hadn’t grabbed his head, he instantly exerted force with his legs, his body pouncing out like a cheetah. His outstretched hands suddenly retracted; his right hand near his ear, his elbow joint striking like lightning toward the opponent’s heart.
Level eight, Top of Heart Elbow Strike!!
Thud~~
A muffled sound; the elbow joint struck the heart, making his still-retreating body lift into the air, followed by another clang of a muffled thud.
The next second, in his limited consciousness, he saw a large hand smashing toward his head like a hammer.
Xingyi, Splitting Fist!
Whoosh~~
The single palm moved so fast it created a strong airflow vibration, producing a sonic boom from friction with the air.
Bang~crack~~
The sound of bones cracking was so crisp in the darkness, but the victim, the Underground Party traitor special agent, could no longer hear it. The instant the palm struck his forehead, his consciousness plunged into eternal darkness.
“Damn, beating a person is indeed different from beating a wooden post; this is man’s romance!” Cao Weida’s eyes curved with laughter; he was extremely satisfied with his current skill. This was man’s ultimate romance!
Killing by sneak attack could achieve the goal, but it was always sneaky and not straightforward at all. How could it compare to directly taking the opponent down face-to-face?
As for whether killing like this was too cruel—after all, he had just exploded the traitor’s heart, and his brains were probably turned into a mushy pulp.
Come on, this was a traitor. To put it bluntly, killing him like this was letting him off easy.
If possible, he even wanted to hang the traitor up and practice death by a thousand cuts on him, one cut at a time!
Perhaps that way, those wavering in thought would feel fear and restrain their behavior, allowing fewer Chinese people to become traitors and fewer to die from persecution by traitors.
What had just happened would take many words to describe, but in reality, it ended in just a short one or two seconds.
But after all, there had been action, so there was some noise.
Sure enough, the Underground Party comrade ahead immediately became alert, hurriedly hiding into a nearby alley, legs bent, ready to flee at any moment.
As for drawing a gun to defend himself—sorry, he didn’t carry a gun.
More accurately, he simply had no gun.
The reason for having no gun was simple: nowhere to buy one, and no money to buy one.
Sadly, at this time, when the Communist Party Underground Party encountered emergencies needing to exterminate traitors, Underground Party comrades had to temporarily borrow weapons from other intelligence groups, action groups, sympathetic progressive people who supported the revolution, local armed forces, or other anti-Japanese forces.
And this wasn’t an isolated case, but a common phenomenon.
Barely enough to eat, poor living conditions; once exposed, even a weapon to resist was a luxury item. One can imagine how difficult things were for the Communist Party at this time.
If there was the slightest way, it wouldn’t be like this.
Zheng Chaoyang snapped out of his shock and immediately ran forward. He first gave Cao Weida a complex look, then said to the Underground Party’s hiding spot:
“You’ve been spotted; hurry and go, transfer to the safe house and await superior orders to evacuate!”
The hidden Underground Party immediately knew this was one of their own and felt some excitement in his heart. For people in their line of work, the hardest to endure was loneliness and loneliness. Everything had to be kept in the heart. Except for brief contacts during occasional intelligence or action handovers with superiors, most of the time they had to hide themselves like ghosts concealed in crowds.
Now, having finally encountered one of his comrades, he was naturally especially excited, but he didn’t rashly come out to greet him. Organizational discipline was absolute and could not be violated; people not on the same line absolutely could not make lateral contact!
This was to protect himself and also to protect his comrade!
At the same time, he felt some lingering fear; he hadn’t realized he was on guard!
He too suppressed his voice and said, “Thanks, comrade, take care!” then quickly withdrew.
Two revolutionary comrades who never met face-to-face, even disguising their voices—this hasty encounter was followed by hasty parting, perhaps never to meet again in their lifetimes.
Confirming the Underground Party comrade had left, Zheng Chaoyang finally let go of the worry hanging in his heart.
“Hurry and go!”
“Wait, first let’s search the corpse.” Cao Weida was unhurried, walked over, picked up the gun the traitor hadn’t managed to draw, and looked at it—it was a C96 pistol.
The C96 pistol, also called the Mauser C96 handgun, weighed 1.13 kilograms, length 288 mm, semi-automatic, bullet spec 7.63*25mm Mauser, effective range 100 meters, maximum range 200 meters. Not only faster firing rate and longer range than the Browning, but also greater power.
It felt great in the hand, more to his liking than the wimpy Browning.
Interestingly, the C96 pistol had strong recoil; firing one shot made the gun muzzle jump up, seriously affecting shooting accuracy and rate of fire, so it wasn’t very popular abroad.
But because it wasn’t restricted by weapons embargoes, had strong firepower, high magazine capacity, could be modified to a 20-round detachable magazine model, some models even had full-auto function with fast firing rate, it provided strong firepower support in close-range encounters and guerrilla warfare.
Moreover, the gun was solidly made, sturdy and durable, suitable for complex environments, and affordable. A gun unpopular abroad was deeply loved by the Communist Party.
Especially after long-term use, they figured out a way to counter the muzzle jump: tilt the wrist ninety degrees to make bullets fan out, bringing out even stronger firepower advantage.
Once this method was promoted, it was even more favored by guerrilla teams.
Looking at the C96 pistol in his hand, Cao Weida fondled it lovingly.
He remembered that as a child, his favorite time was New Year, because then he could get lucky money, eat good food, and buy toy guns!
Back then, he loved these large-model handguns the most; holding one made him feel like the coolest kid in the world!
“Here, for you.” Although Cao Weida really liked the C96 pistol, he didn’t have many chances to use it.
Even in a crisis, he had martial arts for close combat, Browning for short range, Stg44 assault rifle for long range—though he hadn’t had systematic marksmanship training and might not hit accurately, it was enough to deter enemies and then escape!
So, carrying this C96 pistol would be a waste on him; better to do a favor.
After all, even without him, this traitor probably wouldn’t have survived, and everything would end up with the Communist Party.
He had already claimed the kill; the goal was achieved.
Zheng Chaoyang didn’t stand on ceremony; he knew Cao Weida was loaded.
Besides, he had followed all the way, on edge providing protection; this gun was fair return.
After handing the gun to Zheng Chaoyang, Cao Weida searched the body all over.
When he touched the heart area, he clearly felt a depression; obviously, the previous elbow strike had broken the opponent’s ribs in the chest.
In a few quick moves, he finished searching the corpse: one set of identification, a small stack of union bonds, seven or eight silver dollars—nothing else.
“Fitting for a traitor, poor bastard, bah!” Cao Weida was quite disdainful. He opened the identification under the dim moonlight: “East Asia Academic Research Association honorary member.”
Disgusted, he handed the identification and money all to Zheng Chaoyang. The identification was useless to him; maybe it would be of some use to Zheng Chaoyang and his group.
Then, under Zheng Chaoyang’s stunned gaze, he quickly and skillfully erased the traces around.
Zheng Chaoyang watched him with complex eyes until Cao Weida pulled him to run, then he temporarily composed himself.
