Chapter 73: Capture Operation
Meanwhile, the Loyal Salvation Army members rushing through the sewer under the material warehouse clearly felt the entire tunnel shake inexplicably.
Shanghai’s drainage system was not built uniformly; the section past the Mai Gen Road Material Warehouse was built by the French people.
Speaking of which, for all infrastructure in Shanghai, it still depends on these foreigners.
The underground sewers in Chinese Territory are generally just a few small pipes, but the French Concession and International Settlement have real tunnels.
The tunnel is about two to two and a half meters high. Except for the slippery ground and pungent smell, it is enough for normal people to move freely inside.
At this moment, feeling the ground shake, an old soldier skilled in demolition among the crowd couldn’t help but marvel inwardly.
How much explosives would it take for an explosion of this magnitude? But they only brought some detonators and a small amount of explosives, which absolutely could not cause an explosion of this scale.
Could someone have buried a large amount of explosives inside the warehouse in advance?
And as the commander of this action, Yu Zuobai was also baffled.
All action plans were designed by headquarters; they were only responsible for conveying and executing them.
Even the withdrawal plan was sent from headquarters, as if an invisible big hand was secretly manipulating everything.
As for that big explosion, Yu Zuobai and the others had the same thought,
It must be that someone buried explosives in some place in the warehouse beforehand, because he didn’t believe that just some flying flour could produce power comparable to the explosion of hundreds of kilograms of explosives.
Of course, he didn’t know that the flour being able to reach explosive levels was all the result of Chen Yang’s careful calculations.
Because dust can only be ignited by open flame when it reaches 20-2000g/m3 in a sealed or semi-sealed environment, thereby producing a big explosion.
Making them use detonators and explosives to blow up the flour in the warehouse was to achieve this effect.
Now it seems that the actual explosive effect of this dust is the same as Chen Yang calculated, with enormous power, enough to destroy the entire material warehouse.
The group walked forward about a kilometer, and a sound of ironware clashing came from afar.
A faint light appeared ahead in the tunnel. Yu Zuobai waved his hand and said in a low voice, “Go up.”
The crowd climbed out of the sewer one by one, only to find they had arrived at Hehua Road, not far from the Mai Gen Road Material Warehouse.
A black Dodge black van was already waiting there.
Yu Zuobai said in a deep voice, “Put the things in the car.”
“You go forward fifty meters; bicycles are arranged there. There are clothes on the back seats of the bicycles. Change into the clothes and ride the bicycles to the No. 9 Wharf in Chinese Territory.”
“A boat is arranged at the third port at No. 9 Wharf, with a white ribbon hanging on it.”
Upon hearing this, the crowd quickly threw the gold bars they brought into the van and ran forward in groups of three or five.
Yu Zuobai got into the black van and commanded the driver, “Go to the French Concession, Sixteen Rows Wharf.”
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Shanghai, 10 p.m. at night, two black vans drove out one after the other from the gate of the Gendarmerie Headquarters.
This kind of black van is the exclusive vehicle of the Public Security Brigade, generally able to seat eight to ten people.
But at this time, the people in the car were not military police, but members of the Special Higher Police Affairs Investigation Team.
In the front van, Sato Take carefully straightened Hu Xinmin’s collar and patted his shoulder, saying, “Hu-san, I have to say, you made a very wise choice.”
“Cooperating with the Empire at this time is all benefits and no harm.”
“As long as you cooperate with us tonight to eliminate the Shanghai Military Statistics Bureau Station, gold notes, beauties, whatever you want, we can satisfy you.”
Hu Xinmin smiled slightly, but this simple action tugged at the injury on his face, causing him to involuntarily suck in a breath of cold air.
Sato Take comforted softly, “Hu-san, don’t worry. The doctor has already bandaged you up. These flesh wounds just need some time to heal completely.”
“By the way, you said you left an emergency contact signal to have all Military Statistics Bureau members in Shanghai meet at the Da Feng Cotton Mill. It shouldn’t be fake intelligence, right?”
“You should be clear that you are still in our hands. If I find out you’re playing any tricks, heh, I’m afraid you can’t afford to play.”
Hu Xinmin grimaced and said, “Taijun, don’t worry, everything I said is true.”
“The Shanghai Station has been swept by Taijun Matsui several times. Now all members together number only seven.”
“Besides me, no one can gather them all together.”
Sato Take nodded, a satisfied smile on his face. “Hu-san, I believe what you said is true.”
“Sit tight; we’ll be there soon.”
Rumble, just as Sato Take finished speaking, a clap of thunder exploded in the sky, followed by one drop, two drops, countless raindrops falling from the sky.
“Out of nowhere, it starts raining.” Sato Take muttered displeasedly. He didn’t notice that when Hu Xinmin saw it raining outside, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.
Da Feng Cotton Mill, this cotton mill was built in the 17th year of the Republic of China. In the 21st year of the Republic of China, Japanese female spy Kawashima Yoshiko planned the notorious “Japanese Monk Incident,” directing ronin to attack Lotus Sect monks, causing one death and two injuries.
The Japanese used this as an excuse to bomb Shanghai with airplanes on January 28th of the 21st year of the Republic of China.
This was the nationally sensational January 28th Incident.
The Da Feng Cotton Mill suffered heavy losses in that bombing, and boss Sun Yifeng had no choice but to close the cotton mill and flee far away.
The van passed through Chuanbei Road and soon arrived in front of the Da Feng Cotton Mill.
The car door opened, and Sato Take made an inviting gesture to Hu Xinmin. “Hu-san, please.”
Hu Xinmin got out of the car, flanked by two Japanese devils supporting him left and right, with a black umbrella shielding his body.
“Goo goo, goo goo goo.” A strange bird call suddenly sounded in the dark night.
And as soon as this sound fell, another “goo goo, goo goo” sounded.
The sound came abruptly but did not attract the attention of these people.
If there were mountain bandits who roam the green woods here, they could tell this was bandits using bird whistles to pass signals.
The previous sentence was the observer’s signal: “There are a total of fourteen people, nine at the front door, five at the back door. Unable to confirm if the target is safe.”
The following sound was replying to him: “Be careful with the target; let them in.”
Sato Take and his group escorted Hu Xinmin into the Da Feng Cotton Mill and, under Hu Xinmin’s guidance, soon arrived at the door of a three-story building in the middle.
A rusty iron chain dangled to one side, clearly deliberately undone by someone.
Sato Take was delighted in his heart; there were indeed people inside.
He shone the flashlight from his left hand onto his right hand, then slightly raised his right hand, spreading five fingers, then changing to three fingers, then to both sides.
The Japanese devils on the left and right sides already understood what he wanted. They drew pistols from their waists, and in groups of three, pushed open the iron door and flashed inside.
Strangely, after entering, the vast space was empty of people.
The flashlight shone over, vaguely showing this was a dilapidated workshop with many old machines inside.
Several people held flashlights and slowly walked inward.
Suddenly, with a creak, an old sizing machine smashed down toward the group.
Immediately after, several figures appeared on the second floor at the same time, raising their guns and firing at the Japanese devils below.
