The Bravest

Back to the time when the gunshots rang out at the wedding, Gangcun, who had originally said that he would let Lin Jie go to receive the bride in peace and insisted on taking over the security work, did not capture the assassin immediately, but was trying to comfort the guests attending the wedding. However, when no one was paying attention, several plainclothes Japanese agents had already followed the evacuating fake reporter, and these people were all experts in tracking.

The fake reporter took advantage of the chaos and rushed out of the Lin family's gate. There was actually someone outside to meet him. He quickly got into a car and drove away. However, this did not pose a problem for the Japanese spies. Several people got into three cars. One followed the fake reporter's car from a distance, and the other two drove quickly from another direction to the designated intersection to take over the tracking.

"Stationmaster, there are people following us. Let me go in front to lead them away."

"Okay, be careful, fire two shots and leave, don't fight." The car slowed down at the corner of the intersection. A military agent pushed open the door, rolled out of the car, and hid behind the goods piled at the door of a roadside store. The fake reporter's car continued to move forward. The fake reporter in the car was Zhang Wu. He took off his disguise in a few seconds and said to the agent in front, "After another intersection, we will abandon the car and evacuate on foot." It's not that Zhang Wu is reluctant to leave the car now, but it is safer to get far enough away from the danger zone, otherwise it will be easy to be blocked in a small space and have no room for maneuver. But what Zhang Wu didn't expect was that the Japanese had already spread a dragnet, and another car followed quietly at the intersection.

The agents who stayed behind waited until the car came into range and immediately opened fire. The Japanese agents did not rush over, but chose to get out of the car and shoot at the agents. They were not in a hurry to follow the opponent who had already disappeared from sight. Instead, they seemed to want to capture the lone military commander alive. One of them was seen quietly outflanking from the other side after his accomplices suppressed the opponent's firepower.

The military intelligence agent felt that time was running out, so he threw a grenade from his hiding place, and regardless of the effect, he stood up during the explosion and tried to evacuate into the alley behind him. Unexpectedly, a dark shadow suddenly pounced on him, knocked him to the ground, and then hit him on the neck with his palm, and the military intelligence agent fainted.

"You two take the men back to the gendarmerie immediately, and you and I will continue the pursuit." The Japanese spy took the men in the car and continued the pursuit. This was all planned. Different people would take over the pursuit along the way to avoid alerting the enemy.

Soon, the car that continued to track arrived at the next intersection and was stopped. Someone knocked on the car window: "Team Leader Yamamoto, target number one has gotten out of the car and entered this area. The car is moving forward and there are people following it on both sides. Deputy Team Leader Michiko is in charge of target number one."

The Japanese soldier named Yamamoto opened the door and got out of the car. He looked around and arranged for his men to do something. "Since he dared to get off the car here, it means there must be at least a temporary place inside. Call back and ask people to come and seal off this area from the outside. Don't worry, they can't escape now that they have shown their heads."

"Hi," the subordinate quickly agreed, but was immediately glared at by Yamamoto, "What did I teach you? Forget your Japanese identity. You must remember that we are Chinese now."

"Yes, I remember." The subordinate immediately changed his expression, and he was no different from the gang members he usually saw in Shanghai.

On the other side, the military intelligence agent who had already dropped Zhang Wu and his colleagues off continued to drive around on the road. No matter if there was anyone following him, he was now a beacon, which would divert the enemy's attention to himself. The car drove on the street for half an hour. Except for a few cars that drove behind for a short time, no other suspicious targets were found. Occasionally there was a car behind, which was not a special thing in Shanghai. The road was not his own. However, his always cautious character still made him make the right choice. As soon as the car passed the corner of an intersection, he stopped the car immediately, got out of the car and went into the dark alley behind the street, turning around and disappearing in a messy residential area.

The military agent's approach was undoubtedly the best choice, but unfortunately, he was not facing a sudden tracking, but a long-planned trap. The Japanese spies who were following him soon followed him here. When they found that the military personnel had abandoned the car and fled, they did not panic. The tracking expert surveyed the scene and said, "The key is still there. It seems that our opponents are nervous. You should find a phone to report to the higher-ups immediately and dispatch two military dogs. When the time comes, leave one to follow in and search, and the other to drive back to the previous point with the car to help the team leader search for target number one. You and I will continue to track the person who led us around in circles to see if there are any unexpected gains." After that, he took one of the spies and went into the alley where the military agent disappeared just now. Two spies were left, one to guard the car, and the other to call for help.

Back to Zhang Wu, the car dropped Zhang Wu and his assistant off at a relatively secluded intersection, and then continued to drive forward. After cautiously entering an inner street, Zhang Wu and his assistant each ordered a bowl of wontons at a roadside stall and ate slowly, while observing the people who entered the inner street behind them to see if there was anyone following them.

A few passers-by came in and just walked past. There was nothing to worry about. The two continued to eat wontons. Then a woman in her twenties, dressed in ordinary clothes, came in, walked to the front of the stall and asked the boss for a bowl of wontons. She didn't sit down, but stared at the boss and asked him to put two more wontons in, saying that he didn't put enough last time. She looked so fussy and couldn't bear any loss. At first glance, she was a typical Shanghai woman.

Zhang Wu and his assistant finished eating the wontons and didn't notice anything unusual. They threw the money on the table and got up to leave. The woman then sat down and ate her wontons. As soon as Zhang Wu and his assistant left their sight, someone walked up to the woman. The woman didn't say anything, but just glanced in the direction Zhang Wu left, and the man immediately followed.

At noon, in order to confirm that no one was following him, Zhang Wu entered a small teahouse and asked for a window seat on the second floor. He carefully observed the flow of people on the street below. After drinking a bowl of hot tea, he still didn't find anything unusual. However, Zhang Wu and his assistant focused their attention on the men and ignored the woman they had just seen. Even though the woman had changed her makeup and was carrying a basket and bargaining with a street vendor selling vegetables, if you observe carefully, you will still have a certain impression.

Thinking that no one was following him, Zhang Wu and his assistant entered a grocery store, which was a new safe house of the Military Control Commission.

"Webmaster, how is it going? Did you kill Lin Jie?" The assistant reached a safe place and finally couldn't help asking the question he had always wanted to ask.

"The bullets did hit Lin Jie, one in the chest and one in the shoulder, but I was aiming with my camera at the time, so I didn't know how effective it would be. I thought about going up and shooting him twice, but his wife was lying on top of him, and another female spy who was said to be sent by the Japanese to monitor him had already pulled out her gun and was on guard, so I had to evacuate in the chaos." Zhang Wu didn't know whether Lin Jie was dead or not, but the initial goal had been achieved. Publicly assassinating the hypocritical traitor Lin Jie under the eyes of the Japanese would definitely boost the morale of the colleagues in the Shanghai station of the Military Control Commission. Only in this way could future work be carried out. Zhang Wu had been in Shanghai for some time. Although the Military Control Commission had no shortage of manpower, its morale had been low. Zhang Wu had no choice but to take a risk and choose Lin Jie, a relatively special traitor, as the target of his attack.

"He was hit by two bullets, one in the chest. He's almost dead. Looking at Lin Jie makes me want to vomit. He pretends to be a good guy all day long. The Japanese even used him as a propaganda model and put him in newspapers. The newspapers were even airdropped to Chongqing. I don't know what Boss Dai thinks. He should be killed even if it costs a great sacrifice." Zhang Wu's assistant was a truly passionate young man who voluntarily joined the Military Control Commission to participate in the anti-Japanese war.

"That's not the case. Boss Dai has his own difficulties. To kill a director of an orphanage, one has to bear the pressure of public opinion. This is a conspiracy between the Japanese and Lin Jie, just to make us cautious. This time I took the initiative to take action against Lin Jie, and I don't know how Boss Dai will punish me?" Zhang Wu smiled bitterly. He chose Lin Jie as the target because Lin Jie was the most publicized by the Japanese. Although Lin Jie did not do anything harmful to the world, his ranking in the list of traitors to be eliminated within the Military Control Commission was not low, and Lin Jie's own security was not outstanding.

"It's all done. The stationmaster doesn't need to think too much about it. But if Lin Jie dies, who knows what will happen to the children in the welfare home?" The assistant mentioned the children in the welfare home inexplicably, and Zhang Wu slapped his thigh and yelled.

"Wrong, wrong, I chose the wrong target. I hope Lin Jie is not dead, otherwise I, Zhang Wu, will have no face to live on." Zhang Wu slapped his thigh excitedly.

The assistant was startled. "What's wrong with the stationmaster?"

"I have calculated everything. I have calculated the Japanese's use of Lin Jie for propaganda, Lin Jie's influence, and Lin Jie's security forces. I still arrogantly thought I had picked a soft persimmon. The only thing I forgot was the children in the welfare home. If Lin Jie dies, what will happen to the nearly 300 orphans in the welfare home? I, Zhang Wu, am really confused."

"Ah, stationmaster, don't worry too much. After all, the welfare home still has some use for the Japanese. Even if Lin Jie dies, the Japanese should be able to arrange for someone else to take over."

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"Team leader, Deputy Team Leader Michiko has confirmed the whereabouts of target number one and is currently monitoring the target. Please advise on the next plan." A spy quickly came over to report on the situation ahead.

Team leader Yamamoto thought carefully for a while, "You should immediately inform Deputy Team Leader Michiko to retreat. Just monitor from a distance. If the people inside leave, don't stop them. Just send someone to follow them. I want to catch them all in one fell swoop."

"Team leader, should we also withdraw the people setting up checkpoints outside?"

"Well, we should not withdraw. We have to act well. How could the military police not react to the Japanese propaganda pillar? We can just replace them with the useless No. 76 and tell them to check the passing cars and rickshaws. As long as they are on foot, they can't escape the tracking of the military dogs. I think Target No. 1 will return to his lair soon."