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

Inside the office of the director of the Wang Jingwei regime's committee, the telephone rang incessantly, but no one answered.

Chen Moqun's face was ashen, his fists clenched, and all he heard from the receiver was a monotonous busy tone.

"Hu Daoyi, immediately lead the entire action team to the Military Police Headquarters for support!"

He made a snap decision, abruptly hanging up the phone, putting on his suit, and grabbing his pistol.

He strode out of the office and loudly ordered Hu Daoyi, the leader of the action team, "If we delay any longer, we won't be able to explain ourselves to the Japanese!"

"Yes, station chief!" Hu Daoyi responded, immediately assembled his team, and rushed towards the military police headquarters.

Chen Moqun got into a specially made bulletproof car driven by the Japanese, and the car sped along the road.

His face was so dark it looked like it could drip water, and his eyes were full of anxiety and unease.

He knew in his heart that if he could not get to the military police headquarters in time after such a heavy blow, he would not be able to explain it to the Japanese. And there was probably an even bigger conspiracy behind this.

As they drew closer to the military police headquarters, the towering flames and deafening explosions became increasingly clear.

Chen Moqun gripped his pistol tightly, his palms soaked with sweat, urging the driver to speed up, silently praying that the situation could still be salvaged.

The car finally arrived near the military police headquarters. Chen Moqun opened the car door and was greeted by a scene of utter chaos:

The headquarters was now in ruins, its broken walls teetering precariously in the flames.

The bodies of Japanese soldiers lay scattered about, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder and blood, making one want to vomit.

He suppressed his shock and fear, and shouted for Hu Daoyi to immediately organize a search for survivors while remaining vigilant for potential dangers in the surrounding area.

He then cautiously made his way deeper into the ruins, determined to find Takahashi Senbei—if anything happened to him, he would certainly be held responsible.

Just then, a faint reflection flashed by.

Chen Moqun's heart tightened. Based on his years of experience as a special agent, he instantly recognized that it was the reflection from a sniper's scope.

He instinctively dodged to the side, and a bullet whizzed past his shoulder, leaving a deep hole in the wall behind him.

"There's a sniper!"

Chen Moqun shouted loudly and quickly sought cover, hiding behind a car that had been bombed and destroyed.

His heart was pounding, and cold sweat poured down his forehead. He never expected that the enemy had not only bombarded the headquarters but had also deployed snipers to wait for him.

At this moment, Hu Daoyi arrived with his team members, and everyone quickly dispersed to search for the sniper's location.

Taking advantage of this lull, Chen Moqun carefully observed the surrounding environment, trying to find the sniper's hiding place.

……

Meanwhile, on a rooftop 1200 meters away, Zhao Heng lay prone on the ground, gripping his sniper rifle tightly, calmly adjusting his breathing, his eyes revealing unwavering determination.

He locked onto Chen Moqun's hiding place through the scope, lightly placed his finger on the trigger, and quietly waited for the best opportunity to shoot.

Hmph, Chen Moqun, do you think you can escape death by hiding behind a car?

Bang! Whoosh!

The bullet ripped through the night sky, swift as lightning, piercing through layers of obstacles, heading straight for Chen Moqun.

Chen Moqun was suddenly startled, and a sharp pain shot through his left back—a 10.36mm bullet had pierced straight through his heart.

puff!

Blood instantly stained his clothes, and Chen Moqun's body collapsed weakly, the light in his eyes gradually fading.

"Ah! Director Chen!"

Seeing this, Hu Daoyi roared in anger and frantically ordered his men to fight back, his whole being descending into extreme madness.

His eyes blazed with fury, and he fired wildly in all directions, determined to avenge Chen Moqun.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Heng decisively put away his sniper rifle and took out another box of mortar shells from his system space.

He picked up one shell with both hands and loaded it directly into the muzzle, then fired the second, the third... shell after shell.

boom! boom! boom!

Moments later, the entire military police headquarters was completely engulfed by artillery fire, the explosions were deafening, and flames shot straight into the sky.

Hu Daoyi was engulfed in flames and blasted to pieces by mortar shells, leaving no trace of his body.

Many spies and traitors were either killed or wounded, and their agonizing screams echoed throughout the city.

Zhao Heng gave another cold smile, then retracted the American 60mm mortar and Thompson submachine gun into the system space, turned around and left the rooftop.

At the same time, the Japanese troops throughout Shanghai were in a state of great shock.

The Special Higher Police, the Garrison Command, the Mei Agency, and the No. 76 Special Service Agency quickly convened an emergency meeting to discuss countermeasures.

Commander-in-Chief of the Central China Area Army, Matsui Iwane, dressed in his general's uniform, his face ashen, slammed his fist on the table and roared, "A bunch of good-for-nothings! You're all good-for-nothings!"

"The Military Intelligence Bureau is openly slapping the face of our Great Japanese Empire! They dared to secretly transport mortars into Shanghai!"

"The Military Police Headquarters is now engulfed in flames; Takahashi Senbei should commit seppuku as an atonement!"

Clang!

Matsui Iwane's eyes widened in anger. He abruptly drew his general's sword from his waist, his trembling finger pointing at the assembled generals:

"Immediately seal off the entire city, rigorously check all suspicious persons, and make sure to capture the assassins sent by the Military Intelligence Bureau!"

"Hi! Commander Matsui!"

All the generals present stood up, bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle, and respectfully responded.

Director Li Moqun (No. 76) and Chen Shen (nicknamed Sparrow) were also among them.

At the same moment, the atmosphere inside the Financial Secretary's office building was so solemn it was almost frozen.

Ming Lou was dressed in a well-tailored suit, his hair was combed into a neat slicked-back style, and the shine of his hair oil made him look even more composed and dignified.

He stood silently in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, where the continuous explosions of mortars outside made his eardrums buzz. Even though they were far away, the powerful impact of the explosions was clearly felt all around him, as if he could reach out and touch them.

He never expected that Guying would have such extraordinary courage to directly bombard the Japanese military police headquarters with mortars.

Suddenly, the European-style telephone on the desk rang sharply, its shrill sound shattering the deathly silence of the office.

Mingcheng strode in, locked the door behind him, and said urgently, "Brother, something terrible has happened! The Shanghai Military Police Headquarters is now a sea of ​​fire."

"Where is Takahashi Senbei? Is he still alive?" Minglou slowly turned around, a hint of undisguised expectation hidden in his eyes.

Mingcheng shook his head, his words carrying a shocking force: "Dead, blown to bits. My men just came back to report."

"More than 500 Japanese soldiers in the military police headquarters were all blown up and their bodies were never found."

He paused briefly, then continued, "The traitor Chen Moqun, and Hu Daoyi, the former captain of the Kuomintang's Shanghai station action team, also died in this explosion." As he spoke, Mingcheng could not hide his joy.

"I never expected that Guying would do something we've always been too afraid to do."

Ming Lou nodded slightly, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. This sudden, unannounced attack had completely rewritten the current situation.

"Mingcheng, we must be extremely cautious in our actions from now on. The Japanese have suffered such a great loss, they will definitely launch a manhunt throughout Shanghai and will be determined to catch Guying."

Ming Lou's expression suddenly turned serious. He took a deep breath, looked at Ming Cheng, and ordered in a deep voice, "Immediately notify Tao Dachun of the Hurricane Team and tell them that they must not take any action during this period."