Wu'an, Rongjia Store.

Rong Ziheng naturally travels with escorts, and there are quite a few of them, more than 20 of them.

Half of the 20 people were outside the store and half were inside the store.

In Rong Ziheng's view, these people were already extremely elite soldiers, but when they faced the hunter group and Chen Zhengyue, they had no power to fight back.

"Crack!"

"Poof!"

Breaking their necks and slitting their throats, Song Ziheng's elite guards fell one after another.

Slowly placing a corpse on the ground, Chen Zhengyue made a series of tactical gestures to the surrounding team members.

The enemies on the periphery have been cleared, and they will enter the Rong family store from three directions.

After clearly understanding the tactical sign language, the soldiers began to act in groups of three as planned.

Rong Ziheng and Mr. Zhou were smoking in the backyard of the shop, chatting about various idle matters.

After smoking a cigarette, Rong Ziheng looked at his pocket watch and saw that it was already past 2 o'clock.

‘There should be a transaction going on at this time. I wonder if it goes well?’ Rong Ziheng thought in his mind.

Suddenly his whole body tensed up and he entered a state of concentration. One hand was already on the holster at his waist, and his nose was sniffing the air crazily.

When the teacher surnamed Zhou saw this, he spit out the cigarette butt from his mouth.

"Commander, what's wrong?" He had already pulled out the thin-shell gun.

"It smells like blood, can you smell it?"

Teacher Zhou took a few deep breaths and found nothing unusual.

"No, is it you..."

Before he finished speaking, two black spots shot straight towards them.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Two specially made sharp arrows pierced the arms of Rong Ziheng and Teacher Zhou.

The two men's hands holding the guns suddenly released, and their left hands subconsciously pressed the arrow handle.

"Ah! Ah!"

Between the two screams, several figures approached them from all directions.

It was too late to draw the gun, Rong Ziheng turned around and wanted to run away.

"Bang!"

A cloud of smoke exploded, and a huge footprint appeared on Rong Ziheng's chest, and his body flew out like a dead leaf.

"Captain, everyone has been dealt with, no one is left alive."

A team member reported in a low voice.

Rong Ziheng and Mr. Zhou were pulled up from the ground, and a piece of rag was stuffed into the former's mouth.

Chen Zhengyue first walked to Rong Ziheng, held the arrow tail, and pulled out the arrowhead with a flick. Scarlet muscle tissue came out with the arrowhead.

"Uh huh..."

Rong Ziheng shivered in pain.

"Bandage it and take it away!"

Chen Zhengyue held the arrow and walked up to the teacher surnamed Zhou and said to herself:

"This thing was originally used to deal with the little Japanese sentries. I used it on you for the first time today. It seems to have a good effect, but the accuracy is a bit off."

Teacher Zhou was twisting his body like a loach like a loach. He had already guessed the identities of these people and his face was pale.

"Where are the Rong family's silver coins? I heard there are tens of thousands."

Chen Zhengyue did not look at Mr. Zhou, but played with the bloody arrow.

"I...I...I don't know."

The teacher surnamed Zhou can be said to be Rong Ziheng's absolute confidant. Although he has guessed the origins of the people in front of him, he still wants to struggle again.

"ah!"

Chen Zhengyue didn't talk nonsense to him, and pulled out the arrow on his arm with a chirp.

This was due to Chen Zhengyue's extremely skillful use of force. The arrow opened a two-finger-wide wound on the arm of Teacher Zhou. When the arrow was pulled out, the skin and flesh under the wound was pulled out together with it.

Bai Shengsheng's bones were exposed in front of the teacher surnamed Zhou.

Xie Chengrui didn't speak and asked again with his eyes.

Teacher surnamed Zhou still shook his head.

"hehe……"

Chen Zhengyue sneered.

There is a stone table in the backyard of the shop, and Mr. Zhou’s hands were pressed on the stone table.

A soldier lifted a stone bench weighing dozens of kilograms above his head, aimed at the position, and was about to strike.

"I said...I said..."

The stone bench was smashed down and both hands were useless. The spirit of the teacher surnamed Zhou appeared and he hurriedly spoke.

"It's too late! Smash it!"

"No...ahhhh..."

"boom!"

"Chachacha..."

"Ahhhh..."

The stone bench fell, and Teacher Zhou's bones made a series of crisp sounds, and his arms suddenly became as soft as noodles.

…

…

"Bang bang bang..."

Hearing gunfire from the trading place, another of Rong Ziheng's confidants, Commander Qian, rushed out with a battalion of soldiers.

It's just that their position has been locked by several pairs of eagle eyes. So what if there are 300 people? They didn't even rush out of the hidden mountain col.

Just like 300 chicks facing an eagle, if you don't want to become prey, then run away, run in all directions, and run faster than your companions.

Under the precise shooting of the hunter brigade, the first to receive the box lunch was the teacher surnamed Qian and several school-level officers around him.

The soldiers of Hunter Continent have already locked onto the positions of these people, and this sniper attack is easier than usual target shooting.

After the officer died in battle, Rong Ziheng's elite battalion was all scattered.

The 10 hunter brigade soldiers called names one by one from behind until all the chickens escaped from sight.

…

Except for Wu'an, all the Rong family's stores in this area were attacked at almost the same time.

The warehouse was bombed, the transport was destroyed, and core members were killed.

All the oceans and gold bars stored in various stores were emptied. This wave of operations by the Military Intelligence Office not only achieved the purpose of frightening the Rong family and other puppet troops, but also earned themselves generous funds.

…

At 3 o'clock in the afternoon, a large-character poster written in blood was posted at the door of the second army camp of the puppet army.

The puppet troops entering and exiting the military camp were quickly attracted by the red big-character poster, because underneath it was their division commander who fainted.

The teacher's hands and feet were as soft as noodles.

"National Revolution! Second-level general of the Revolutionary Army, commander of the 39th Army Corps, Southeast Shanxi... warns all puppet soldiers and traitors who surrender to the enemy and treason:"

The literate puppet soldiers read the contents of the big-character poster in a low voice.

"You, the sellers, are seeking glory, disregarding your integrity, helping the rulers to perpetrate their crimes, and inflicting wounds on your compatriots. Your crimes are more serious than those of Japanese pirates..."

If those who surrender to the enemy and treason can wake up as soon as possible, aim their guns at the invaders, and stand on the side of their compatriots and justice, all their past sins can be avoided.

If you continue to be stubborn, help the evil tyrants, and harm your compatriots, the commander of the 39th Legion... I hereby swear an oath,

No matter whether you change your appearance or flee to the ends of the earth, the 39th Legion will pick you out and accept the people's judgment.

If one person becomes a traitor, the whole family will be humiliated and suffer disaster. During the trial, the traitor's family will also be punished. There is a good method in ancient times, called sitting together. When you help the tyrants to do harm, think about the meaning of sitting together.

Today I use the blood of the Rong family to warn you!

Anyway, get out of jail soon!

Straighten your spine and be an upright Chinese!"
To be continued...