The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 443 is heartbreaking (Bonus chapter 33 for AT) [Requesting monthly votes]

After the online meeting concluded, the members of the time traveler team followed the tasks assigned during the meeting and other agreed-upon arrangements.

I relaxed while working and studying.

As time passed, some noteworthy events unfolded and played out during this period...

Time: The fifth day of the rest period, a little after 3 p.m.

Location: A highway exit in a certain city.

A middle-aged man got off a bus that was passing through the city and saw a taxi parked not far away. His eyes lit up immediately.

I went straight up to the car, ready to open the door and get in, only to find that the door was locked.

He immediately knocked on the driver's side window, and after the driver rolled it down, he quickly shouted:
"Driver, I need your help! Open the door quickly and take me to Wanda Plaza."

The taxi driver, who was lying lazily on the reclined seat, showed no intention of opening the door.

Without even glancing at the middle-aged man, he uttered a single sentence:
"Go to Wanda Plaza! No meter, 120."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man, who had worn the same pair of underwear for three years without replacing it, immediately flew into a rage, shouting and cursing:

“Listen carefully to my accent. I’m a local. You’re trying to kill me like this?”
A ride to Wanda Plaza from here would cost a maximum of 35 yuan by meter, and 50 yuan at most without the meter. Calling a private car via mobile phone wouldn't exceed 40 yuan. One word: 40 yuan or not? Otherwise, believe me, I'll call the mayor's hotline to complain about you. I've memorized your license plate number.

Unexpectedly, this young taxi driver, despite his young age, was the kind of person who wouldn't listen to reason.

He rolled up the car window and muttered, "Go ahead and throw it, take it or leave it."

Seeing this, the middle-aged man could only leave cursing and swearing. He walked to the roadside five or six meters away, took out his phone, and started calling a private car.

He had no idea that the young taxi driver was not a legitimate driver at all.

More accurately, it's a guard, a modern-day profession that a rookie detective in disguise is playing.

To be more specific, just over two hours ago, the criminal investigation team where the guards were stationed suddenly received a breaking news report from a colleague in City X:
At the entrance to the ring expressway in City X, a camera equipped with facial recognition detected a fugitive being pursued by guards.

The man had just driven a white Highlander onto the highway; the license plate number was ****.

Upon hearing this news, the entire guarding brigade became excited.

Because that fugitive was involved in a serious criminal case, everyone was worried about not being able to catch him.

In the time that followed, the team leader led everyone to make a judgment based on the person's social relationships, family situation, and many other factors.

He probably wanted to drive back to the city secretly to do something.

In the following days, the operation to apprehend this fugitive was immediately put into action.

The guard and seven or eight colleagues formed the third group, which was assigned to this highway exit to wait for the target to exit the highway and make an immediate arrest.

So the guard disguised himself as a taxi driver, and his colleagues disguised themselves as highway tollbooth staff or passersby, all lying in ambush, waiting for the kid to come to them.

Of course, it's impossible to agree to a price of 40 yuan to send a middle-aged man to Wanda Plaza.

They asked for an outrageously high price, just to get rid of the other party...

******
This situation changed after another three or four minutes.

Suddenly, the captain's voice came through the guard's wireless earpiece: "Attention, Group Three! Attention, Group Three! The target is heading towards your exit."

The target will arrive at the entrance in approximately five minutes. Please prepare to apprehend them immediately.

Upon hearing this, the guard sat up straight abruptly, his attitude immediately becoming serious.

And in a very short time, he started the car, rolled down the window again, and stared intently at the activity at the highway exit through the rearview mirror.

The guard's reaction was entirely due to the task he was assigned during this arrest.

Immediately after the arrest began, they drove their car to block the exit to prevent the target from making a desperate move and ramming the tollbooth barrier to escape.

Of course! The guards were serious, but there was no sign of tension.

To put it bluntly, the only thing the target did was seriously injure someone in a busy city; compared to the Japanese soldiers on the Guinan battlefield, it was nothing.

Four minutes later, the white Highlander mentioned in the report came into the guard's view.

Somewhat coincidentally, there were quite a few cars exiting the highway at that time. While waiting in a certain manual lane, there were three cars in front of him and a large truck behind him.

This means that the guards don't even need to intervene. The target's car can't move forward or backward, so it's temporarily blocked, making it easier for the other colleagues to make the arrest.

And indeed, the guards had already begun their operation. From the guards' current perspective, they could see several colleagues casually approaching the white Highlander in different directions.

They reached behind them and discreetly pulled out a pistol or a baton.

With just one blow, the Highlander's windows could be smashed to pieces, and with several guns pointed at it, the target would have no choice but to surrender.

Therefore, this arrest is basically a sure thing.

The guard had just breathed a sigh of relief when he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye. In a flash, his mind went through a series of analyses, and the result made his scalp tingle.

The problem lay in the vehicle preceding the target in this operation; it was an older model SUV.

With the guard's already keen senses, and after a journey through time and a comprehensive enhancement of his physical abilities, his ability to examine traces in complex environments became even more formidable, allowing him to discover some suspicious circumstances.

The car's license plate came from a border city in the southwest, a city known for its rampant drug trafficking.

There should be four people in the car. The two people in the back seat are not very clear, but they are short and have dark skin. They look like people from the southwestern border region, or perhaps from a neighboring country.

More importantly, they believed that their colleagues were targeting them.

Therefore, a look of panic appeared on his face at first, and then the person in the passenger seat said something, and immediately reached under the seat with the driver, their eyes full of fierce light.

That fierce glint was so familiar to the guard, because he had seen it many times on the Japanese soldiers he had encountered during his time travels.

In just a second or two, the guard noticed the above-mentioned anomalies and offered a somewhat far-fetched, yet plausible, guess:
These people were vicious drug traffickers who, under pressure, assumed the arrest was targeting them.

So these guys, who were definitely carrying firearms, were prepared to put up a last-ditch effort and were about to open fire like crazy.

At that moment, the colleagues' attention was entirely focused on the target being apprehended; they were completely unprepared, as if a tragedy was about to unfold.
What to do? In the time that followed, the guard performed a series of actions that became legendary among the police in the city and even the province.

I opened the door, got out of the car, and ran as fast as I could towards the tollbooth exit, which was about twenty meters away.

The moment he got off the car, he drew a Type 92 pistol from his waist with his right hand, released the safety, and opened fire directly at the drug dealers.

Because by then, it would be too late to remind your colleagues.

In the guard's horrified eyes, the drug dealer in the driver's seat had already pulled out a pistol, and the drug dealer in the passenger seat had even picked up an AK47 and was disengaging the safety.

During the charge, the guard fired four shots in one go.

The drug dealers in the driver's and passenger's seats were each shot twice after their windshields were shattered, either in the chest or the head and face; they were killed in a very short time, without even a chance to fire back.

Amidst the loud gunshots, his colleagues finally realized what was happening.

No longer caring about capturing their targets, they found cover nearby and began firing at the SUV.

These drug dealers were also ruthless. Knowing that they would die in China for their crimes, the remaining two also opened fire on the outside of the car.

Because the two men were holding AK47 and M16 assault rifles with their stocks cut off respectively, they managed to suppress the handgun fire of their guarding colleague.

Then, under the cover of his companion, another person suddenly kicked open the car door, rolled out of the car with a neat tactical maneuver, and was about to rush towards the Highlander behind to grab the hostage.

However, the moment he stood up, two streaks of blood spurted from his back, and he was shot twice by the guards and knocked to the ground.

The last person was shot dead in the car by his colleagues while changing a magazine.

At this point, this sudden and intense gunfight has come to an end?
No! As the group of officers cautiously approached the drug dealers, still shaken, the one who had been shot twice in the back suddenly jumped up again.

The guards, who were already used to the Japanese soldiers feigning death, were naturally on guard against this.

Another shot rang out, hitting the drug dealer who was pretending to be dead directly on the back of the head, sending a spray of blood flying and killing him instantly.

What the guards didn't expect was that this drug dealer actually had an M67 grenade that had already been pulled and was smoking.

After the drug dealer was killed, the grenade fell to the ground with a 'thud'.

With the M67 grenade's fuse time of 4 to 5.5 seconds and an effective kill radius of at least 5 meters, not only would the officers not be able to dodge in time, but there were also many civilians nearby.

Just when everyone was in despair, the guards rushed over.

He grabbed the drug dealer by the collar and slammed him down onto a smoking grenade.

Then he plopped down on it with a thud, just like these time travelers had done more than once on the battlefield against the Japanese.

The movements were so practiced that it was almost heartbreaking...

(End of this chapter)