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

This wiretapping was originally planned by Guan Yongshan behind Dai Li's back, but unexpectedly, it revealed that Zhao Heng had inadvertently witnessed Zhou Haichao meeting with Japanese personnel.

Gu Yufei immediately stood up, took off her headphones, unplugged the listening device, and looked at the two of them, saying:

"Bureau of Customs and Bureau of Finance, according to the rules of the Military Intelligence Bureau, once you step through this door, you are either in for life or death. Traitors have no way out."

"Boss Dai hates traitors the most, let alone traitors who collude with the enemy and betray their country."

Gu Yufei already knew in her heart that Zhao Heng was her direct superior—codename Lone Shadow.

She naturally had to act in accordance with Zhao Heng's wishes and secretly protect him.

Whether Zhou Haichao was a traitor or a spy was completely irrelevant to her.

Gu Yufei's eyes were firm, and her voice was cold: "The most important thing right now is to find this traitor and clean house."

Guan Yongshan hesitated, unwilling to take a gamble. If Zhou Haichao was indeed colluding with the enemy, the consequences would be unimaginable if Dai Li found out; but if Zhao Heng's words were untrue, the trouble would be much greater.

After a moment's thought, Guan Yongshan took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Immediately block all news and keep a close watch on Zhou Haichao's every move. We must not make any mistakes."

"Let's observe for one night. If Zhao Heng and Zheng Yaoxian can really capture these Japanese and bring them to justice with solid evidence, then it won't be too late to report to Boss Dai," Fei Zhengpeng added.

Gu Yufei remained calm and replied indifferently, "Understood, Guan and Fei."

Before leaving get off work, Zhao Heng went to the Military Intelligence Bureau's Equipment Section to apply for fifty M3 submachine guns, 1,500 rounds of ammunition, and ten American-made hand grenades.

Seeing this, Song Xiaoan and Zhao Jianzhi looked at each other in astonishment and spoke in succession:

"Brother Zhao Heng, isn't this setup... a bit too cautious?"

After listening, Zhao Heng retrieved an American Colt 1911 pistol, along with a silencer and four magazines, from the equipment section before slowly speaking, his tone earnest:

"Brother Jian, Brother Xiao'an, as Prime Minister Zhuge once said, 'Be careful, and you'll have a safe journey.'"

"The mountain town is our territory, but these Japanese are arrogant and don't take us seriously at all."

"The lives of our brothers are a hundred times more precious than those of these Japanese."

With a sincere expression, he continued, "Tonight's operation cannot afford the slightest mistake. Every bullet and every grenade is for the safety of the brothers around me."

Song Xiaoan and Zhao Jianzhi exchanged a glance, and Song Xiaoan couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for Zhao Heng.

As night fell, the mountain town entered curfew as scheduled. Zhao Heng led his action team, traveling in two jeeps and a military truck, to the east of the city, where they silently surrounded the Old Paris Barber Shop.

Zhao Heng lowered his voice and gave the order. He got out of the car himself, gripped the Colt 1911 pistol with both hands, and carefully attached the silencer: "Operation begins. Completely seal off all entrances and exits of the barbershop. No one is allowed to enter or leave."

The team members immediately scattered and guarded all the exits.

Zhao Heng scanned the surroundings with sharp eyes and whispered, "Be careful to stay hidden, and don't alert them."

As soon as he finished speaking, he walked briskly to the entrance of the barbershop, raised his gun, aimed at the door lock, and pulled the trigger.

With a bang, the bullet struck the lock precisely, shattering it instantly.

Zhao Heng rushed into the store first, followed closely by his teammates.

Senta Eiko, who was inside the store, noticed the commotion and immediately rushed down from the second floor with a submachine gun.

Her expression changed drastically, and she raised her hand to aim and fire, but Zhao Heng had already rushed in front of her, grabbed her wrist with his left hand and twisted it hard.

"ah--!"

The intense pain caused Chida Eiko to let out a piercing scream, and the submachine gun in her hand clattered to the ground.

Zhao Heng swiftly raised his gun with his right hand, pressing the muzzle firmly against her forehead, and coldly warned, "Don't move, or I'll kill you right now."

"You bastards! You Chinese all deserve to die!"

Chida Eiko struggled desperately, her eyes filled with ferocity, and she opened her mouth to curse angrily in Japanese.

Upon seeing this, Song Xiaoan's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed loudly, "Good! It really is a Japanese devil! Brother Zhao Heng, you've done a great service!"

Zhao Jianzhi immediately shouted, "Brothers, there are definitely more of these Japanese accomplices on the second floor! Follow me!"

The agents' morale soared instantly, and they rushed towards the second floor. But just then, an unexpected event occurred.

Araki, the head of the Special Higher Police, stood at the top of the stairs on the second floor, suddenly pulled the pins on two American-made grenades, and threw them down at the crowd below with a cold smile.

With a deafening roar, the grenade exploded, instantly blowing more than a dozen agents to pieces. The scene was a gruesome mess of blood and gore.

[Danger Warning: In 10 seconds, the enemy will lock onto the host; in 3 seconds, the bullet will hit the target.]

At the critical moment, a danger warning suddenly sounded in Zhao Heng's mind. Araki Yui snapped back to reality, quickly drew his pistol, aimed at Zhao Heng, and pulled the trigger. Bang!

Zhao Heng reacted quickly, pulling Chida Eiko in front of him as a shield. The bullet pierced her body, and blood splattered everywhere.

"You damned Japanese devils! I'll curse your ancestors!"

Seeing his brothers suffering heavy casualties, Song Xiaoan was enraged and charged towards Araki with a roar, his gun spitting out angry flames.

Araki Yui dodged and rolled to the left, the bullets hitting the wall and kicking up clouds of dust.

"Brother Xiao'an, stay alive!"

Zhao Heng snapped out of his daze and shouted loudly. He shoved Chida Eiko's body aside with his left hand, his gaze as cold as ice, and locked onto his target by the light of the shop.

Bang! Bang! Two shots rang out as Zhao Heng, holding a Colt 1911, fired two shots at the second-floor floor.

At the same time, Zhao Jianzhi led his team up to the second floor, pointed his gun at Araki, and shouted sternly, "You little devil, you have nowhere to escape!"

boom!

A bullet struck Araki's right arm precisely, and blood gushed out instantly, flowing like a spring.

Araki gritted his teeth and endured the excruciating pain, quickly drawing another pistol with his left hand, intending to put up a last-ditch effort.

Zhao Jianzhi reacted quickly and pulled the trigger again, the bullet hitting his left hand.

The excruciating pain contorted Araki's face instantly, and he was drenched in cold sweat. The pistol in his hand clattered to the ground, and his legs buckled as he knelt down, his eyes filled with despair and resentment.

He simply couldn't understand where his plan had gone wrong, that it had been discovered.

A group of agents rushed forward, surrounded Araki, and pinned him to the ground.

Zhao Jianzhi smiled coldly, bent down to pick up the pistol from the ground, pressed the muzzle against Araki's forehead, and said in a deep voice, "You little devil, you've lost."

Araki's eyes flashed with a complex expression, his lips twitched uncontrollably, and he cursed under his breath in Japanese, "Baka! Long live the Great Japanese Empire!"

Just then, Zhao Heng rushed up to the second floor, stepping over the debris on the ground, and happened to see this scene. His face lit up with joy.

"Great, Brother Jian! Get him to the hospital quickly, this is a big fish!"

He added, "This achievement doesn't belong to me alone; it's the result of all the brothers fighting together."