Cicada Moving

Chapter 487 Recruitment

Hearing the sudden explosion, the agents at the secret service headquarters felt like they were in a state of explosion. Some were hiding behind cars, while others were lying on the ground, tremblingly raising their pistols and aiming randomly in all directions.

The guards at Laohuqiao Prison work in a high-pressure environment all year round, but they are more calm when encountering emergencies. Under the command of Lao Liu, they quickly stabilized their position by relying on several small slopes.

 “What’s going on? What’s going on?”

Xu Enzeng suddenly hid in the crowd and said in a hoarse voice: "Go and see where the explosion came from. You all come to protect our director. Be careful of the underground party's attacks in the east and west. Don't fall for the trap."

The agents immediately surrounded him, but turned a deaf ear to the previous order. Under such circumstances, going out was seeking death. Who knows whether there would be a cold shot if they fought underground, but they had not lived long enough.

Xu Enzeng, who was squeezed in the middle, almost died of anger. With so many people standing here, if the underground party rushed over, they would be living targets. They are really a bunch of trash, and they can't hold up the wall with mud.

“Report to Director Xu, not us.”

Lao Liu leaned against the trunk and shouted to the outside: "There should be something wrong with that small bridge. Look at the black smoke over there. Should we send someone over to support? It looks like someone is coming to rob the prisoner."

 Xiaoqiao?

Xu Enzeng was stunned for a moment. Meng Ting and the secret service were on defense there. Could it be that they were at war with the underground party? Wouldn't the trap in Jiujiawei be in vain? Damn it.

 No wonder Zuo Zhong didn't come to the execution ground. The secret service probably found something and knew that the underground party would come from the direction of Zhongshan North Road. He worked hard, but in the end he was making wedding clothes for others.

He thought of many things in an instant, and stepped forward in the crowd and loudly ordered: "Come here, forty people will go to support Section Chief Meng. We must not let the people from the Secret Service take away our credit.

Whoever dares to disobey orders again, I will let him die with the underground party. Don’t worry, those who are injured this time will be taken care of for the rest of their lives. Those who die will be heavily compensated. Xu will never break his promise. "

 Xu Enzeng understood that 80 spies, 10 executioners, and some prison guards, and 40 people were allocated for support would not affect the overall situation. The remaining people were enough to watch the unarmed prisoners.

But if Zuo Zhong takes the lead and seizes important figures in the underground party, it will be impossible to make the other party spit out the fat in his mouth. Now he must spend a lot of money.

But the spies were indifferent after hearing this. Come on, we don't know your old man's style. It's your wife and daughter's standard. Anyone who believes it is a bastard.

There is also pension, bah, the office's business fund has long run out of money. Where did the money go? It either became an earring on the ear of a certain concubine of Lao Xu, or it became a high-end villa in the concession.

However, as a veteran intelligence agency, the Secret Service Headquarters still had a few fools. Soon two of them ordered a group of agents and ran towards the highway. Xu Enzeng's face looked better now.

Immediately, he glared at the secret agent who was shrinking his head, and strode to the side of the prison staff. Lao Xu finally saw clearly that if something happened, the police were more reliable than his men.

I saw him strolling up to Lao Liu and asking in a seemingly friendly manner: "What is your name, what position do you hold at Laohuqiao, and are you interested in working at our special agent headquarters?"

Xu Enzeng has learned from the experience these days and feels that he cannot compete in one place and in two places, that is, he lacks middle-level cadres who can take charge of their own affairs. Meng Ting only has a little cleverness, but is not suitable for carrying out specific tasks.

This man acted very calmly just now. Under the command of the other party, the prison authorities quickly stopped panicking. At first glance, he seemed to be a capable person. This kind of person is exactly what the place needs.

Lao Liu was a little dumbfounded, why did he recruit himself? So he shook his head repeatedly: "Director Xu, just call me Lao Liu. I'm used to being in prison for low-level jobs. I'm afraid I won't be able to adapt to the secret service headquarters."

kindness?

 Xu Enzeng was a little unhappy when he heard this. A small policeman even bowed down when he heard the solicitation. He simply didn't want to give Xu Enzeng face, so he was ready to take the opportunity to vent his anger.

But before he could speak, continuous gunshots rang out from the direction of the highway, and stray bullets whizzed across the execution ground. The battle there was obviously very fierce, and it became white-hot from the beginning.

The scene began to become chaotic again, especially the agents at the Secret Service Headquarters. The description of them running around with their heads in their hands is very appropriate. Even though the firefight was a kilometer away from here, they were still frightened.

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Xu Enzeng was so anxious that he scratched his head and scratched his head. Of course, he was not concerned about the life and death of his men, but he was afraid of being robbed of his credit. He wanted to send more people, but he was also afraid that the underground party would divert the tiger away from the mountain. He was suddenly caught in a dilemma.

At this moment, Lao Liu pricked his ears and whispered about the guns used by both sides: "Browning pistols, submachine guns, British rifles, Czech light machine guns, and an unknown short gun."

　　Not good, Director Xu, your people seem to be at a disadvantage. The sound of Browning gunfire is getting weaker and weaker, and the British rifles are constantly being transferred. These must be professional soldiers, fighting very flexibly, Czech-style ceasefire. "

So awesome?

Xu Enzeng was stunned. All the gunshots sounded the same to him. He didn't expect that someone could hear so many things through the sound. It couldn't be a bluff. Yes, it must be a bluff. If the other party was really so capable, how could he waste his time in Laohuqiao? Damn it, I was almost deceived by this guy. Director Xu thought he knew everything, but he was just pretending.

At this time, Bai Wentian crawled over on the ground, raised his head and asked with a sad face: "Old Liu, you are from the military, can you see who wins and who loses? If the situation goes bad, let's withdraw."

“How do I know who wins and who loses? I only know that Director Xu’s people use Brownings. The owners of other weapons are not sure yet. The party using British-made rifles seems to have an advantage.”

After speaking, Old Liu frowned and looked down at Section Chief Bai, who was like a ground mouse: "At such a long distance, even rifle bullets have no lethality. Don't embarrass this uniform."

"oh oh."

Bai Wentian replied nonchalantly. He quickly got up and wiped the mud on his face. He stretched his head and looked into the distance. Unfortunately, he could only see gunfire from time to time because it was too far away. Now he was not afraid anymore.

Besides, Xu Enzeng almost drooled when he looked at Lao Liu. What is the style of a general? This is the style of a general. If Mount Tai collapses in front of him without changing his expression, he must be dragged into the secret service headquarters.

After thinking for a while, he laughed dryly and said: "It turns out that Brother Liu was once a warrior in the army. No wonder he can tell the difference between a gun and a gun by its sound. It's amazing. Xu thought that the machine gun should belong to the gangsters from the Secret Service."

They like to fight with more and less and use firepower to bully people. Our secret service headquarters is different. We work in a chivalrous manner and never bully the weak. No one in the Guo Party knows this.

Brother Liu, as long as you are willing to join, I can make the decision and let you serve as the action captain. In our place, this is the most powerful position after mine. Xu himself has always held the position concurrently. "

Xu Enzeng's words shocked Bai Wentian. The operations captain of the secret service headquarters was a key position that controlled the lives and deaths of countless people. Let alone the district chief, he would not be replaced even if he was the warden.

 “Let’s talk about this later.”

In the end, Lao Liu still shook his head: "If the Czech type is really from the Secret Service, then it will be a disaster. The light machine gun stopped firing before, probably because the gunman was injured, and now it is a novice who is shooting.

Alas, the recruit egg, the machine gun has to hit the short point of shooting. Although the shooting is happy, it is meaningless. Only when the enemy cluster charge, this shooting method can play a role in suppression.

  But this is not a battlefield, and there will not be a large number of people appearing in the shooting range at the same time. The exposed enemies should be eliminated one by one on the way with a firing rate of 5 to 6 rounds.

If he fights like this, the barrel of the gun will be scrapped soon, and the ammunition will be consumed too quickly. Director Xu, you must send people to support there, otherwise we will all die here.

Those who can counterattack under light machine gun attacks are definitely not something you can deal with. You can only use the advantage of many people to surround the opponent. Adding fuel to the battle is a taboo for military strategists. If you do it later, it will be too late. "

 Lao Liu couldn't help but sigh. If he was given a machine gun, as long as there was enough ammunition, and there was an open area like a highway in the middle of the battlefield, not a single enemy would be able to rush over, and they would die as many as they came.

Being rejected again, Xu Enqiang suppressed his anger and listened carefully to the sound in the distance. Just like what Lao Liu said, the clicking sound became smaller and smaller, and soon it was completely silent.

With his own life at stake, he finally made up his mind. He pulled out his pistol and looked at his men, gritting his teeth and saying, "Go with forty more people to cooperate with the Secret Service in eradicating the underground party. Anyone who disobeys orders will be killed without mercy."

 Looking at the seriousness of the division chief, the people at the secret service headquarters knew that they had to go all out. They selected support personnel through pushing and shoving. They were all ordinary agents with no backstage and no officers.

Xu Enzeng didn't care when he saw this. No matter how many people at the bottom died, they could be replaced, so there was no need to feel bad. Now he hoped that the support team of 80 people in total could stop the underground party.

Sent away the second group of men, he paced back and forth in the execution ground, occasionally stopping to look at the direction of the exchange of fire. At this time, the gunfire was no longer so fierce, but it did not stop, which showed that the two sides were still confronting each other.

Soon it was 12 o'clock. Seeing that the organization was coming to rescue them, the underground party prisoners became more and more excited. Xu Enzeng was frightened and had a murderous intention. This group of diehards could not stay.

Jiujiawei is not an urban area. Even if someone hears gunshots and wants to call the police, they have to walk a long way to find a phone, not to mention that he has warned the police station not to approach the execution site.

This was to prevent those shameless black men from taking the credit, but unexpectedly it turned into a cocoon. No one came to support in a short period of time, the bridge was bombed again, and it was difficult to leave this place and reach the sky.

The only solution for now is to kill all the prisoners and concentrate all efforts to besiege the prisoner robbers, or rush to the north side of the road and then head north to the dock area to retreat from there and find support.

 (End of this chapter)