Chapter 234: Dark night and high wind

At midnight, it was dark and windy at night, and I couldn't see my fingers. Tonight, the dark clouds in Shanghai were dense, and even the night was not blocked. There was a terrifying coldness flowing in the air. This breath made the slightly cold evening breeze become more viscous.

The murderous aura filled the air was hidden in the night, and the sleeping people in the dark did not feel that the murderous intent was approaching. This is a house, located in the shack residential area outside the French Concession, and most of the people living and coming and going here are coolies or the bottom of society.

It is synonymous with chaos and dirty life. As the most famous slum in Shanghai, most of the houses and buildings here are mainly made of grass-filled huts, living with about 15,000 people. Moreover, the population flow rate is extremely large, and few people can settle down for a long time.

Under the dark night, the sound of footsteps kept approaching from a distance. Dozens of masked men in gray cloth coats kept stepping on the pavement of stone slabs in tight formations, making a few sounds from time to time. However, it was not noisy, and the sound was very low, and it would not wake up the residents here.

"Sir, the Feng brothers are located at the corner in front. The dark lines arranged here have provided us with exact information." The person who spoke, his clothes were dyed gray and thicker, and had a certain defense ability for swords. His face was covered with black cloth, making people unable to see his appearance and age.

However, the words spoken in Japanese indicate his identity. He was a member of the Japanese Black Dragon Association, and the master he mentioned was Hiroyao Ikeda, the Japanese intelligence officer in central China.

Tonight's operation was the cooperation between the Black Dragon Association and the Army's intelligence agencies, in order to capture the anti-Japanese militants from Taiwan: Feng Zhixi and Feng Zhizhao.

In the dark and low night, the pistols and short swords in the black dragon's hand all carry cold murderous aura. He pressed step by step just to understand the stumbling blocks that blocked the imperial hegemony.

"Team leader Ito is the small attic in front, right?" Ikeda Hiroyao asked in a low voice when pointing to the three-story civil structure house not far away. The man who just reported the situation to him was the team leader of the operation staff sent by the Black Dragon Association, named Ito Emon.

"Hi, it's there. The two targets live in the penultimate room on the west side of the third floor. According to reports, in addition to the Feng brothers, there are other rebels who are facing Hiroyao Ikeda, the Nakasa Nakasa. Ito Emon's attitude seems to be very Gongjin, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is being kind to him.

Among the Japanese people, the Army exists as a savior who saves the entire Yamato nation and enjoys a huge reputation that is incomparable to other professions. Not to mention, at such a young age, Hiroyo Ikeda can be said to have a bright future.

For such a person, Ito Emon, who is still a gangster, of course he has to try his best to curry favor with him. Although he is a team leader of the Black Dragon Association's Shanghai branch, he manages more than 20 people under his command. However, compared with Hiroya Ikeda, who is in charge of the entire East China region, it is no different from Hiroyao Ikeda, who is in charge of the lifeline of intelligence in the entire East China region.

"What weapons do you have? Tell me in detail." Suddenly, I took over the intelligence agency in Hongkou and encountered such an important task. Before I even came out, Ikeda Hiroyao even had time to ask about some details, so he had to ask here.

Anyway, with his current strength, he was unexpected and there was absolutely no possibility of failure. For such a small matter, Guangyao did not need to lead the team in person. If it weren't for the first time, it was difficult for the public to convince the public within the intelligence agency for the time being, he wouldn't have to be so eager to make contributions.

"The Feng brothers should have two Browning pistols in their hands, which can hold 10 bullets, which is quite powerful. As for the others, there are only three old-fashioned Mauser rifles, as well as some short axes and daggers, which is not worth worrying." As he said these words, Itoemon's face was full of complacent expressions.

As long as the battle is compressed into a narrow house, the effect of the rifle is very small. And we have thirty-four people and fifteen pistols, combined with a short knife, which is enough to ignore the enemy's resistance and strangle them all. Whether it is the members of the Black Dragon Society or the assassins of the intelligence agency, they have received strict assassination training and are professional killers.

On the other hand, these anti-Japanese elements from Taiwan have poor weapons and poor nutrition, and relying on their blood and courage, they are not worth worrying about.

Soon, these Japanese were divided into two groups, blocking the front and back doors at the same time. The simple anti-theft system did not play any role in front of this group of professional robbers. Hiroyao and Emon quickly entered the house easily and began to slowly search and kill all living things.

It is not just the Feng brothers living here, but also some other tenants, the poor people who are struggling at the bottom of society in this era.

The killer with fierce eyes was quietly approaching the person in his sleep. He raised his hand and fell, which was the sound of a short knife cutting his throat. The skin was torn apart in front of the sharp metal blade, and a bright red blood-colored flower bloomed. Because his mouth was covered, the dead could not make any sound when he was dying and warned others.

The silent killing continues, but the dead are hard to rest. The numb fear still stays in the empty eyes and cannot rest. The elderly, children, and women cannot let these cold killers hesitate for a moment. For them, such a smell of blood is the most tempting happiness.

But more people die, it means a lot of blood, and the sweet and fishy smell that permeates the air finally wakes up the keen peers.

Feng Zhixi, this assassin with many years of experience in killing. As an intelligence worker lurking in Shanghai, he has wandered in the dark underground world for many years and has developed a keen sense of touch. The murderous bloody spirit makes him stand up and wake him up from his dream.

The killer from Japan was slowly pushing the door in. The old wooden plug made a sharp sound without lubricating oil, injecting new horror into the condensed air.

At this moment of great crisis, the sleeping person seemed to have noticed it, but he did not move. Is it a desperate fear? Or is it a waiting for the opportunity?

Bang, bang, two loud noises, the sleeping person suddenly jumped up, and pulled out his gun without any effort. One side fell down, the other side leaned over to check, and was exhausted, covered in blood. When he looked at his hands, he was covered in blood.

The living person is the sleeping person, who is already lying down and sleeping soundly, but the original killer is the original killer. For a moment, life and death have reversed and fortunes are impermanent. This is the sorrow of being an assassin.

But the midnight murder was far from over. Feng Zhixi knew that there must be other killers coming, because from the killing will and the strong aura of death, he knew that there were not many living people in the whole house. If he and his younger brother Feng Zhizhao could not escape in time, they would probably not be able to escape the bad luck.

Even if the other party wants to ask about information by surviving, it is just worse than death.

Feng Zhixi didn't talk nonsense when he woke up his younger brother who was still sleepy. He ran to the window, pushed open the curtain, and threw down the rope that had been fixed.

"Brother? What's going on?" Feng Zhizhao blurted out, seeing the corpse lying on the ground, and having heard gunshots in his sleep. After thinking about it for a moment, he understood the current situation. He had already put on his clothes. As a senior guerrilla, being ready to run away at any time is the only necessary knowledge.

"Stop talking nonsense, leave quickly." Just as Feng Zhixi was saying this, the sound of footsteps coming from the wooden stairs reminded that now is not a good time to discuss.

Following the rope, Feng Zhixi slid down the wall, landed gently on the ground, and ran away. Feng Zhizhao was also closely behind, which was an emergency retreat that had been agreed upon a long time. As an underground worker, he did not make unnecessary sacrifices because of impulse. This is my psychological quality recently.

If you can find time to do something like revenge in the future, why bother rushing?

Hiroyao Ikeda was the first to rush into the bedroom. He saw the rope tied to the beam hanging on the street outside, and instantly understood where the target was going. From the moment he heard the gunshots, he knew that he had been exposed, so he ran to the bedroom on the third floor regardless of everything, but unexpectedly he let the other party run away.

However, Itoemon was squatting on the periphery at that time, and he was chasing the target at this time. He did not hesitate and directly called the rest of the people to move away the entities of the deceased. For this place, he was too lazy to search. It was the most important to catch the Feng brothers, and other matters were insignificant.

Because I am familiar with the terrain, I quickly distanced myself from the enemy. However, I have not yet escaped from danger. The enemy is strong and I am weak, and the enemy is large and I am weak. What the Feng brothers can do now is to try their best to escape from this dangerous place.

Itoemon was chasing five people without stopping, with pistols and short swords. They were not afraid of the Feng brothers at all. Although they were not familiar with the terrain of this area, the general direction was correct. If the Feng brothers wanted to escape, they could only go west, which was the French Concession.

Other places cannot escape the Black Dragon Society's eyewitness. There is only the French Concession, and the Japanese intelligence organization has not yet penetrated. The control of the three tycoons is not a joke.

At the corner of an alley, Feng Zhixi and Feng Zhizhao were panting. Although their physical fitness was pretty good, their long-term malnutrition made it difficult for them to maintain vigorous exercise for too long. It was already the limit of their physical strength to run here, and they had to get back breathing and rest.

"Brother, you go first, I'll hold them back." After wiping the sweat that emerged from his forehead, Feng Zhizhao forcibly suppressed the surging blood. The determination and determination in his words revealed the aura of dying. He was born in a chaotic world and had long been indifferent to his life and death.

"Don't talk nonsense. Before the last resort, you have to go together." Try to lower your voice, Feng Zhixi's face was a little mobile. Under the waxy skin, blue veins were surging unnaturally, thin but full of explosive power. Although due to food scarcity and long-term nutritional deficiency, Feng Zhixi still developed such a strong body at the cost of overdrawing his vitality.

Both of the brothers died at the hands of the Japanese army since childhood. They depended on each other for more than 30 years and determined to avenge their revenge. The brotherhood and friendship for most of their lives is extremely deep. In order to allow their brother, who is responsible for escaping, Feng Zhizhao has forgotten his own safety.

In this chaotic world, except for family enemies and brothers, there is nothing worthy of his nostalgia. Love, family, and comfortable life are all unattainable extravagant hopes. Under the storm of the great era, what is buried is the hope of generations. Born in this era of decline in the country is their greatest sorrow.

Touching the pistol in his arms, there were not many bullets. Faced with the large and powerful enemy, Feng Zhixi knew that he had no power to fight. Even if he fought to the death, it would be meaningless. Only by staying in this way can he seek funeral. Taiwan's anti-Japanese organization needs funds and support, and Shanghai, where the situation is complex, is their only place of hope.

You should know that there are few forces that dare to organize armed resistance in Taiwan. Organizations that plan to fight for legitimate political power from the Japanese government through peaceful means are gradually becoming the mainstream of society, and many of them even use betrayal of anti-Japanese armed forces as bargaining chips.

"Did you find them?"

"Not yet?" The three Black Dragon Association killers looked around and answered Itoemon's words, holding a pistol in their hands, their eyes full of sharpness and coldness.

Hiding behind the wall, the Feng brothers also heard the sound of words coming from the street. Although it was Japanese, they could understand. They knew that the enemy's search circle was getting closer and closer to them, and if they didn't leave, they would become turtles in the jar.

The situation was critical and I couldn't help but think carefully. Feng Zhixi winked at his younger brother Feng Zhizhao and signaled to act immediately. Feng Zhizhao also had a tacit understanding. The two set off together and ran towards the west. At this time of life and death, the potential of the bursting of vitality was burning, making the two of them ignore their physical limits in a short period of time.

The face was unnatural blushed, and the neck and forehead were covered with sweat, but the two brothers had no time to stay. They had to escape from here and enter the French Concession to seek protection. Although their relationship with the Qing Gang was not very harmonious, they could not take care of much now. Only by living can they consider other things.

"Where are you going, two distinguished guests?"

On the streets with cold wind, the night was filled with nightfall, and several shabby baskets were dancing with the wind, adding a few rays of dilapidated breath. Not far away is the French Concession, the only place that the Japanese could penetrate in Shanghai, but this step was harder than climbing to the sky. Seven masked men wearing gray cloth jackets were standing not far away.

The man in the lead was named Yuyu Yuusuke, who was the original leader of the Central China intelligence agency. However, the arrival of Ikeda Gwangyao ended his good life. Suyu was naturally very dissatisfied with an airborne official with a deep background. He wanted to prove it to others now that he was better than Yuuo.

So I led the team privately and waited at the entrance to the French Concession to intercept the Feng brothers.

Listening to the pure Chinese accent, Feng Zhixi was not at all grateful. There were few Japanese intelligence agencies in China who were not good at Chinese. Some could even talk to others in authentic dialects, which was not surprising. However, from the strong bloody smell on the other party and the domineering aura of brother, Feng Zhixi understood the identity of the visitor.

"Zhizhao, I'm afraid I really can't escape this time." There are strong enemies in front and pursuers behind. In addition, his physical strength is no longer sustainable, so it is impossible to break through the enemy's encirclement. Feng Zhixi is too lazy to talk nonsense with the Japanese. When facing the enemy, he always only knows how to draw his sword to face each other, and any words are redundant.

Looking at the bitterness on his brother's face, Feng Zhizhao's heart was filled with a tragic smile. However, in this life, he killed many Japanese dogs, and was worthy of his dead parents. He had a self-sufficient smile on his face: "Brother, what are you saying? We two brothers have been running for the rest of our lives, and today is over. When we reach the underworld, we will continue our friendship in this life."

"Good brothers, a real man will die, so why be afraid? Let these Japanese hawks and dogs also see the character of our Chinese children." Holding my younger brother's hand, Feng Zhixi has already developed ambitions for life and death. He has irreconcilable family feuds, how can he surrender to the Japanese?

"Hmph, I don't know how to lift up." Seeing that the two of them had no intention of surrendering, Suyuuzuki knew that such a dead man could not ask for any information. It would be better to kill him directly. He ordered the fire. For a while, gunfire continued, and each used obstacles as cover to shoot at each other.

However, the Feng brothers had very few pistols and bullets. After firing dozens of guns, they had exhausted all the ammunition. And Yusuke Suzui also knew that he had to catch these two people before Guangyao and the others heard the gunshots. Otherwise, the charge of a private action alone would be enough to punish him and execute him.

But if you grasp the goal, everything is reasonable.

But at this moment, a black shadow fell from the sky, and a sharp cold light flashed away. The last influence that Suyu Yusuke saw was a scene of looking down at the ground from a high altitude.

"That headless corpse looks so familiar?" With such questions, his life fire was extinguished. It was shock and unwillingness, and fear that had not yet reacted. The body that had lost its head was gushing upwards from the bowl-shaped wound.

Seeing Xuyong being killed, the other killers also reacted and pointed their guns at the uninvited enemy. The gushing bullets turned into a golden light and shot towards the visitor. However, they failed to achieve the desired effect. The swordsman wearing a black leather trouser windbreaker ran flexibly to avoid several bullets.

Even the two shots occasionally made arouse two muffled sounds. The swordsman with an unknown mask of material waved his swordsman in his hand and slashed them repeatedly in just ten breaths. The broken human remains were soaked in the still-fired blood, and the internal organs of various colors also slid out from the inner cavity.

The right hand rotated, waved the horizontal knife and swung it hard, and with centrifugal force, it shook the blood stained on the blade. It was enough to show that the sharpness of the knife was not touched by blood, killing people in a wild and neat manner.

"Follow me"

The voice was very strange, without any tone of rashness and hoarseness. It turned out that the technique of ventralism was used. This person did not want to reveal his identity, so he was unwilling to let the Feng brothers hear his voice.

After looking at the scene around, Feng Zhixi knew that he had no choice. Although the opponent's weapon was very similar to the Japanese sword, he could only take one step at a time now. Anyway, the person coming was not like the enemy. Being able to kill the Japanese so neatly has roughly expressed the other party's position.

The three of them left, leaving only broken corpses all over the ground. The night wind blew again, with the bitter autumn cold. The night was dark and the wind was high, and murderous intent was surging. Shanghai was not calm tonight...

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