Courtyard House: Reborn in the 1940s, Starting with Killing Japanese Devils

Zhao Jianzhi took a deep breath and said firmly, "Sixth Brother, don't worry, I will make all the arrangements to ensure Zhao Heng's safety."

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Jianzhi immediately gathered his men and, in a low voice, assigned them tasks, the core of which was to secretly protect Zhao Heng's safety. After all, this was a task personally entrusted to him by Zheng Yaoxian, and there was no room for error.

Before leaving get off work, Zhao Heng went to the Military Intelligence Bureau's equipment department to collect two Mauser C96 pistols, six magazines, two silencers, and two American-made hand grenades.

Some readers may be curious about what kind of gun this is. In popular parlance, it has many well-known names, such as "self-destructive," "box gun," and "fire-and-slow machine."

This gun is mainly available in 7.63mm and 9mm calibers, weighs 1.16 kg, has a total length of 288 mm, and an effective range of 50 meters.

Compared to other pistols, the Mauser C96 has significant advantages: it is powerful and has a large magazine capacity, with a standard 20-round magazine, which is three more rounds than the Glock pistol's 17-round magazine.

Seeing Zhao Heng's caution, the section chief of the equipment department couldn't help but look at him a few more times and praised him repeatedly: "Brother Zhao Heng, it seems you were prepared in advance."

"Preparation is the key to success, and lack of preparation leads to failure. It's always good to be cautious."

Zhao Heng responded with a smile, skillfully checking the magazines and firearms before putting them into his holster.

"Come on, help me with the registration procedures. This is a task personally assigned by the Director."

The section chief nodded and handed the equipment requisition registration form to Zhao Heng.

Zhao Heng took the form, quickly signed his name with strong, elegant handwriting. The section chief took the form, carefully checked it, and after confirming that it was correct, stamped it with the official seal.

Afterwards, Zhao Heng walked out of the Military Intelligence Bureau building alone, his steps steady and firm.

As night deepened and enveloped the entire city, the streetlights cast his long shadow, highlighting his cold and stern face.

Not far away, two groups of people were secretly watching him. One group was Zhao Jianzhi's subordinates, and the other group was an action team sent by Fei Zhengpeng, specializing in tracking and monitoring.

Zhao Heng noticed the gazes from the shadows, but his expression remained unchanged as he continued walking forward. He walked to a wonton stall on the street and ordered a large bowl of meat wontons.

"Here you are, sir! Your large meat wontons, please enjoy!" The stall owner placed a steaming bowl of wontons in front of Zhao Heng and greeted him warmly.

After a moment's thought, Zhao Heng glanced around, calmly took out a silver coin, handed it to the stall owner, and said softly, "Thank you, another bowl please."

The stall owner took the silver dollar, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, then smiled and nodded.

Zhao Heng picked up the wonton bowl and ate slowly, but his eyes were always on the movements around him.

"Boss, I didn't expect Zhao Heng to have the leisure to eat wontons here." One of Zhao Jianzhi's men muttered quietly from the side.

"Nonsense, Brother Zhao Heng hasn't had dinner yet, so naturally he needs to find a place to fill his stomach."

"Boss, I'm starving."

"Don't rush, wait until he finishes eating." Zhao Jianzhi's voice came through the night, deep and firm.

After finishing two bowls of wontons, Zhao Heng gently put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and got up to leave.

His steps remained composed, but his eyes were sharp as an eagle's as he walked through the bustling streets toward a secluded, dark place.

Zhao Jianzhi's men and Fei Zhengpeng's action team followed closely behind, both sides tacitly understanding each other and each guarding their own objectives.

Half an hour later, Zhao Heng arrived at Rongchang Department Store in the west of the city.

With a blank expression, he pulled the two Mauser C96 pistols from his waist and quickly attached silencers. After glancing around to make sure no one was watching, he kicked open the department store door.

The shop assistant was half asleep when the noise woke him up. He rubbed his eyes and got up from the floor.

boom!

With a gunshot, Zhao Heng reacted swiftly, the bullet striking his colleague's left scapula precisely.

The bright red blood instantly stained the cold floor, and the waiter let out a piercing scream before collapsing to the ground.

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhao Heng turned and rushed towards the second floor.

Upon hearing the gunshots downstairs, Yuan Nong immediately sprang out of bed, pulled a Mauser pistol from under his pillow, strode to the stairwell, aimed, and held his breath.

[Danger Warning: In 20 seconds, when host Zhao Heng reaches the stairwell, a bullet will be fired.]

The moment Zhao Heng appeared at the stairwell, Yuan Nong pulled the trigger, the bullet whizzing past his ear. Thanks to his premonition of danger, Zhao Heng reacted swiftly, rolling behind a wall and remaining calm.

He fell to the ground, raised his hands, aimed at Yuan Nong with both guns, and pulled the triggers in quick succession. After two muffled gunshots, the bullets accurately struck Yuan Nong's heart and left lung, respectively.

thump!

Yuan Nong, a seasoned veteran of the underworld, fell straight to the ground, blood gushing out instantly, a trace of disbelief and astonishment still lingering in his eyes.

Zhao Heng coldly scanned his surroundings, confirming that there were no other threats before slowly standing up and taking a deep breath.

He walked to Yuan Nong's body, slowly squatted down, and looked through the thick darkness onto Yuan Nong's eyes, which were gradually losing their luster. He took a deep breath of the murky air and slowly exhaled.

He reached out and checked Yuan Nong's breath; he was no longer breathing. An indescribable sense of guilt quietly crept into his heart.

In the end, Yuan Nong died on the spot, and the underground transportation station was completely destroyed.

Yuan Nong, don't blame me for being ruthless. If you fall into the hands of the Military Intelligence Bureau, you will ultimately not escape the fate of betraying the Party.

If you defect, the entire underground party organization in the mountain city will be in danger, and at least Lu Hanqing will certainly be doomed.

Only by sacrificing you can we protect the overall situation of the revolution.

Zhao Heng slowly stood up, fastened the safety on his Mauser C96, and put both pistols back into their holsters.

He then searched the house, his target being the secret radio.

After searching for a while, he finally found the hidden radio on the bottom shelf of the bookshelf. The antenna was folded down and the body was covered with a thin layer of dust.

He carefully took out the radio, inspected it thoroughly, and confirmed that the device was intact.

Just then, Zhao Jianzhi led a group of Kuomintang agents and burst through the door. They rushed up to the second floor, and when they saw the scene before them, a look of joy flashed in their eyes.

"Brother Zhao Heng, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Brother Jian. I took down the Communist Party's communication station and even found the underground Communist Party's radio station in Chongqing."

Zhao Heng slowly straightened his back, raised his hand and pointed to the radio, his expression calm. He knew in his heart that this radio must not be kept in secret, otherwise it would arouse Dai Li's suspicion.

"This Communist Party is dead."

"That guy downstairs is still breathing, get him to the hospital quickly," Zhao Heng instructed Zhao Jianzhi as he stepped forward.

Zhao Jianzhi waved his hand, and two of his men immediately stepped forward, carefully lifting the injured man and preparing to send him to the hospital.

He turned to look at the radio beside Zhao Heng, a complex emotion flashing across his eyes before quickly returning to calm. "Brother Zhao Heng, you've done a great service this time. This is a Communist Party radio station; it's of great significance."