Cicada Moving

Chapter 246 Sacrifice 1 (asking for monthly votes)

"Hurry up."

The operational agents from Division 1 jumped out of the truck one by one and searched along the aisle toward the backyard. Their actions looked quite similar. Everything was copied from the Secret Service's raid.

Liu Gui studied the actions commanded by Zuo Zhong and believed that the key to the opponent's invincibility lies in one word, fast. As long as their speed is fast enough, the enemy will have no chance to counterattack.

 So whether it was a truck breaking into a door or a smooth arrest as expected, he asked the agents to remember this word. No matter what others are doing, they must complete their tasks as quickly as possible.

It’s a pity that the thought was very good, but in fact the cooperation between the personnel in one place was very poor. Some people wanted to move forward quickly, while others were preparing to break in. Twenty agents were blocked in a small corridor.

  In the final analysis, Liu Gui's theft was not thorough. He neither investigated the internal structure of Jishi Pharmacy nor conducted corresponding simulation training. You can imagine how chaotic the scene was.

"Mader, a bunch of idiots, get out of the way quickly." The leader shouted, holding up his submachine gun. The most important thing in this operation was the word "quick". It would be troublesome for the underground party members to react.

 Afraid of what might happen, such a loud crashing sound made the pharmacy clerks who were not deaf think that there were robbers coming, so they walked out with sticks, only to see a group of men in black armed with weapons.

In the dim light, the leading agent saw someone coming out with long and short things in his hand. He immediately forgot Liu Gui's order and shouted hoarsely: "Shoot, the underground party has a gun!"

The agent, who was already dazed by the impact of the truck, was frightened when he heard this. He subconsciously pointed the gun at the innocent man, pulled the trigger in an instant, and shot out all the bullets.

"Da da da."

  Flames raged, sawdust flew everywhere, and blood splattered everywhere. Before a few guys could say a word, they were hit by countless bullets in the body and fell down along the holes-riddled doors and windows.

Liu Gui vaguely heard the sound of gunshots in the distance, and then saw the people running for their lives near Jishi Pharmacy. He slapped his thigh and said, "Oh no, come and follow me to the scene. MD, something happened."

 After saying that, he rushed out of the surveillance point with a few left-behind agents and ran like a mad dog on the street with a gun in his hand. There must be no mistakes in this mission, otherwise Xu Enzeng can kill him.

After the agents in one area emptied their magazines, they hurriedly loaded new magazines and quickly hid in various bunkers and peered around, trying to confirm that the sneak attackers were really dead.

Other than the unpleasant smell of blood and the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke, the only thing left at the scene was the heavy breathing of the agents. There was no movement from the man lying on the ground. The leading agent felt that he could not wait any longer.

 “You, you, go and see if there is anyone named Zhang inside.”

Under the whispered orders of the leading agent, the two agents reluctantly walked to the so-called underground party and began to identify them, but they could not see anything clearly due to the **** condition.

An agent turned the person's face, looked at it for a while, raised his head and reported in a low voice: "No, they all look like ordinary boys. Come and take a look at the team leader they just held."

The leading agent felt a little strange when he heard this. He came over cautiously and his face suddenly turned black when he saw the weapons on the ground. There were no weapons at all. They were all sticks such as door bolts and clothes drying poles.

This matter is serious. It would be fine if these guys are underground members. If not, every one of them will be severely punished. If they are not good, they will be convicted of killing good people and taking merits.

The lead agent thought for a second, straightened up and announced in a low voice: "We have killed several underground party members. The credit will be divided equally among everyone. We will launch a search immediately. We must find the leader of the underground party."

Hearing what he said, the other agents certainly had no objection. Not to mention the merit, the reward for killing an underground party member was several hundred dollars. Anyway, these guys are dead, so they should be considered as contributing to the party and the country.

The agents opened fire, and the tension in their hearts disappeared. Their cooperation became tacit, and they began to quickly search the backyard house. They encountered other innocent people who were also brutally killed by them.

Hearing the gunshots getting closer and closer, Zhang Anren was unusually calm. He lit the brazier beside the bed and threw all the papers with text in. The important telegram files had already been destroyed.

 According to the confidentiality requirements of the underground party, all messages will be destroyed after being copied. This is to prevent the enemy from finding useful clues in the original messages, such as the habit of choosing words and sentences.

Finally, Zhang Anren took out a book, which was the code book Qiu Chan left behind when delivering it to the radio station. There was a trace of regret in his eyes. After all, he didn’t have the chance to meet. From now on, it’s all up to you, Qiu Chan.

The next moment, he threw the code book into the brazier without hesitation, opened the ink bottle on the desk and put it into the brazier. Amidst the strong smell of kerosene, the flames shot up to the roof with a roar.

Seeing the codebook turn to ashes, Zhang Anren breathed a sigh of relief. Half of his mission was completed, and the remaining half was more important. The military radio must not be left behind by the enemy.

At this time, the guy who had gone out to confirm the situation rushed into us with a gun: "Old Zhang, I am dragging the enemy here, you go to the warehouse quickly, the things in there are too important, they must be destroyed."

 Zhang Anren nodded. This was the response they had discussed at the beginning. He told him before leaving: "You are a telegraph operator. You know the discipline of the organization and must not reveal any secrets."

A calm smile appeared on the man's face: "My personal life ended seven years ago. Now I live for the party and the organization. Our cause will definitely win. Goodbye, Old Zhang."

Zhang Anren responded with the same smile: "We will definitely win. Goodbye." After saying that, he turned and walked towards the warehouse, leaving the operator to block the attack of the agents. The operator took out several long-handled grenades from his body and removed the iron cover at the bottom. Unscrew them all to reveal the fuse.

Finally, the agents from Division 1 found Zhang Anren’s room. Just as they were about to rush in to arrest someone, they were beaten out by a burst of fierce firepower. The leading agent was not surprised but overjoyed, thinking that he had found the target.

He stopped the others and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Boss Zhang, I advise you to give up resistance immediately. Your accomplices are all dead. As long as you are willing to surrender, you will enjoy endless glory and wealth."

 “Beast!”

　　The operator had tears in his eyes. Those guys were just ordinary people. They had never participated in underground party activities, and they didn’t know anything about the organization. Bai Gouzi didn’t even let these innocent people go.

"boom."

　　That was his answer as he stretched out his pistol and pulled the trigger.

 “md, this is a die-hard element, brothers, don’t show your face, move forward alternately.”

The lead agent cursed and waved his right hand, and the agents began to automatically group into groups. One team fired with submachine guns and used non-stop firepower to cover the progress of the other team, thus advancing rapidly back and forth.

The operator bravely fought back despite the fierce firepower, but his pistol alone could not withstand the agents' submachine guns. He was quickly shot several times, and the thumb of his right hand was also broken.

The counterattack gunfire stopped, and the secret agent leading the team was overjoyed: "Hurry, rush in."

He could tell that the underground party only had one person and one pistol. Facing so many of their submachine guns, they had no chance of winning. Now that there was no sound, either the bullets were out or they were injured.

The agents hesitated for a moment, wondering what to do if it was a trap set by the underground party, but looking at the team leader who looked like he wanted to eat people, they had no choice but to continue to use fierce firepower to suppress the underground party in the room and move on.

They stood in a row, firing continuously with the Thomsons and MP18s in their hands. All the furnishings in Zhang Anren's house were shattered into pieces. The operator moved his body and hid himself behind the wall.

He picked up the Zilaide with his left hand, put it between his legs and loaded a new magazine. He held the gun with his teeth and loaded it. He glanced sideways at the live target outside and mocked, and fired again.

 “Bang, bang, bang.”

The radio operator's marksmanship was very accurate, and he hit three agents with three shots. The other agents were frightened and hid behind the bunker. The leading agent was furious and secretly cursed what a bunch of waste.

 He yelled: "Idiot, approach from both sides to avoid the shooting range, be careful."

When the agents heard this, they realized that someone was shooting and did not give the underground party inside the house a chance to shoot. Someone advanced from the left and right sides and quickly attached themselves to the walls on both sides of the door of the room.

The radio operator could no longer effectively fight back. He sighed. Unfortunately, he only killed three enemies. It was finally time. He put the grenade in his arms and put his little finger into the fuse.

 “Father, mother, brother, I’m here.”

　　He muttered to himself, pulled the fuse, and a burst of green smoke rose. He seemed to have seen that night, when the enemy rushed into the home ferociously, destroying everything that was originally happy.

Several agents rushed into the room excitedly, and then saw a scene that horrified them. A man was leaning against the wall, with a thick layer of blood on the ground and a smoking grenade in the other man's arms.

 “Grenade!”

An agent screamed in despair and wanted to turn away, but it was too late. The operator smiled, and the grenade on his body flashed violently, melting everyone in the room.

 “Boom!”

Zhang Anren, who was opening the secret passage, looked back at the direction of the explosion, then bent down and climbed into the cement unloading platform outside the warehouse. This was the secret place where the underground party installed the radio station.

No one would have thought that there would be a high-power military radio and numerous munitions in the place they passed every day, and here Zhang Anren would perform his last mission—to destroy them.

He closed the secret passage, turned around and lit the kerosene lamp. There was an unfolded radio. Next to the radio were black and shiny guns, bunches of grenades, dangerous goods and various goods.

 Zhang Anren skillfully took out the wires and bud tubes to operate them. This series of actions has been simulated countless times in his mind. He can do it even with his eyes closed, just for today.

 (End of this chapter)