It was nearly three o'clock in the afternoon, and the city was busy with traffic on Nanjing Road. Since the war left the city, the isolated island has maintained this absurd prosperity. Only the rising sun flags on the other side of the Suzhou River are constantly reminding the people of Shanghai that he is always in the country.

The people in Shanghai should be one of the first people in China to open their eyes to understand the world. The city of Shanghai is also the birthplace of China's modern revolution. If a city has a soul, then the soul of the demon city must be pure purple, red and blue are combined, you have me and I have you.

"Every time I look down at this city from the air, I am deeply fascinated by her beauty." Lieutenant Adrian Yeager sighed, then moved the joystick to right the tilted fuselage of the Ar196 reconnaissance aircraft.

"Who said no?" The back seat observer felt deeply.

In the past half a month, the German crew members on the [Prince Eugen] have already visited the entire Shanghai Concession. This is the first world-class metropolis that this group of sailors has docked in their lives. The bright lights and wine on the beach really opened the eyes of this group of German barbarians.

You should know that in the early 20th century, metropolises of the level like Shanghai were not more than one-many in the world. Even though Tokyo, the capital of Japan, was one order of magnitude worse in terms of city size and prosperity than the Magic City at that time.

This group of sailors who mostly came out of northern Germany had seen such amazing miracle cities. At that time, Shanghai was at the forefront of the whole world in terms of urban construction and humanities technology. Every time there was a fashionable thing or a new technological invention, it took only a few months to see it on the streets of Shanghai.

Time has not yet been erased. The damage caused by the war a few years ago to this city was in Zhabei and Hongkou generations. The ruins left by the Japanese bombings were still everywhere, and it was particularly conspicuous when you look down in the air.

"This is [Black Shark], can you hear it clearly? Salted Fish No. 1." The lazy voice of the ground commander came from the headphones.

"It's Sailfish...Saidfish No. 1, sir." The pilot reminded him while covering his oxygen mask.

"Don't worry about this kind of small problem, Lieutenant, where are you now." The person who spoke was Captain Max, the flight officer on the Prince.

The three AR196s carried by the USS Eugen must obey the dispatch and command of the captain. He is responsible for managing the aviation department on this warship. Although he is only a captain, he is an important officer with an important rank second only to the head of the gun, gun, torpedo department on the warship.

"Now it's...Nanjing Road...Oh...I think we just flew past the Jockey Club." The observer looked at the ground and reported to the pilot.

"We are over the horse racing club. Sir, we have been in this area for twenty minutes." Yeager replied with his oxygen mask.

"Stop complaining, Xianyu No. 1, continue to stand by in the air, it's over." Then a clear "click" sound came from the headphones, and it was obvious that the opposite side turned off the microphone again.

"How did this guy get promoted to captain?" Yeager couldn't help but complain to his partner.

"He once shot down two British Royal Navy hurricanes and one Blenheim with Ar196." The partner replied lightly, he didn't want to criticize his boss behind his back.

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"My man has been on standby in the sky for twenty minutes. What exactly are the guys in the command center thinking? If they still can't make up their minds, I suggest that I let my pilot return." Major Max put the microphone on the radio's operating table, then turned around and walked to the map table in the communications command room.

"They have sufficient fuel now. Max, the superior's order is to continue to stand by. It's useless to tell me these." Communications officer Lieutenant Colonel Powers spread his hands and said that it has nothing to do with him.

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"Grenade." Corporal Colman whispered to his subordinates.

"I understand." The soldier nodded, pulled out an M24 from the grenade cover at his waist, unscrewed the back cover and handed it to the corporal's hand. Colman took the M24 with one hand, grabbed the white porcelain pendant on the hairline with the other hand, and then pulled it down neatly.

"Be careful." Warn to his subordinates in German. The SS Corporal waved his hand and the grenade rolled into the room. Two seconds later, a roar sounded, and airflow mixed with debris gushed out from the door, and a pungent smoke filled the corridor.

"Follow me!" Colman picked up the MP38 hanging on his chest, turned around and rushed into the door.

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"Compared with the Agent Headquarters, the resistance here is not very strong." Ensign Claude looked at the watch on his wrist. According to the current trend, the cleaning work here will be over soon.

"Actually, before I set off, I never thought I would encounter resistance here." Major Dennis, the inspector general of the Jing'an Police Station, stroked the mustache on his lips and replied slightly awkwardly.

A police squad under the Jing'an arresting house was originally responsible for cleaning four two-story houses in the No. 76 family area. I thought it was just a group of old, weak, women and children, but I didn't expect that there would be a evil tiger hidden inside.

This was originally a high-end community, and the one responsible for the development of this area was a British construction company. The customers they faced were all high-ranking people in the concession. In fact, most of the people who bought these houses were wealthy businessmen and officials from China. This was a road construction area that crossed the boundaries of the concession. The house price was much cheaper than in the concession, so it was very popular with Chinese customers. When Japan invaded Shanghai, a large number of wealthy businessmen and officials abandoned their houses and fled, and the remaining people could not fight against the traitors and hooligans of No. 76. Most of the high-end houses in this area fell into the hands of No. 76.

When the police cleared a household in the second building, they were suddenly attacked by people inside the house. The Indian inmate standing at the door was immediately shot and killed. The police officers with two deaths and two injuries were severely injured. When they annoyed the police, they found that with the rifles and pistols in their hands, they could not suppress the other party's fierce firepower. The other party held at least a Chicago typewriter in his hand, and there was no guarantee that there would be no other weapons.

At this time, almost all the mobile forces that the Ministry of Workers could mobilize were put into this operation, so they should not expect to obtain reinforcements from their superiors. Finally, Major Dennis had an idea and sought help from the German SS, who was performing a blockade mission nearby. Unexpectedly, the Germans actually transferred a platoon of troops directly.

A series of crisp gunfire sounded inside the building, and Claude could tell that it was the MP38 movement. After a while, he saw a SS soldier walking out of the gate with a submachine gun and raising his right hand towards the platoon leader.

Lieutenant Claude turned his face and smiled at the major, "It's all over, Major, your job is next."

"No problem, thank you very much, Lieutenant Claude, come out to play cricket together when you have time."

After saying that, the inspector raised his hand, pointed at the team of police officers guarding the side, and then made a tweaking gesture. The British police officers who had been waiting for the battle were immediately shouting and rushed into the building as if they were injected with chicken blood.

"What a sad bastard." Corporal Colman kicked the body curled up on the floor with his boots.

This is a strong-looking Chinese man, who is in his prime, wearing a sophisticated beige three-piece plaid suit. At this moment, the entire back of the suit was soaked in blood. The man was hit by an M24 grenade and had the strength to get up and continue to resist. So the German squad leader shot Parabellum in half a magazine on him.

The Thomson submachine gun that kicked away the body was still a military version with a hundred round drums. It is expensive in the international arms market, especially in Shanghai, which is a first-level prohibited item in both the Japanese-controlled areas and the concession.

"There is no one in the kitchen." The Private reported loudly in the kitchen.

"There is no one on the balcony." Another subordinate reported. At this moment, Colman heard the sound of something hitting the ground behind a door on the side of the living room, and there seemed to be a sharp scream.

The corporal immediately raised the submachine gun, raised his left hand, and made a gesture to his subordinates to pay attention to the situation. Then Colman put his finger on his lips and reminded his subordinates not to make a sound. After receiving a nodding and affirmative reply, the corporal slowly walked towards the door with the submachine gun.

He stepped on the wooden floor with high-tube leather boots with steel anti-slip cleats. Although the SS Corporal was very careful, he still made a slight footsteps, as if he noticed that it suddenly became quiet outside and there was no movement behind the door.

Slowly moving to the door, Colman winked at his subordinates, and the two soldiers nodded with submachine guns. The corporal turned around and kicked under the door lock. This was just an ordinary bedroom door that could not withstand such a kick, so he was kicked open all at once. The bounced open door hit a piece of furniture behind the door, making a deafening roar.

Coleman flattened the MP38, took a deep breath, and then leaned into the door frame.

"Don't fire!" Although the glance took a short time, the corporal still saw the situation in the room clearly. He quickly raised his fist and signaled his subordinates not to shoot.

"It's a woman with a child." The corporal held the MP38's grip in one hand and pressed the door that was closing with the other hand.

"Don't be afraid, ma'am." The SS corporal showed the gentlest smile he thought was to the Chinese woman huddled in the corner.

"Ah..." The reply that Colman received was a scream that resounded through the sky.

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