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Chapter 117 Surprise, Eliminating Traitors (5th update, requesting monthly votes)

In the hotel suite, a man in his forties, dressed in a long robe, hid behind the bed.

In his hand, he was holding a pistol that was emitting blue smoke.

The gunshot just now came from the gun in his hand.

Old Tan worked behind enemy lines for many years and experienced life-or-death crises many times.

In terms of experience, they are absolutely very rich.

From the day he chose to betray, he had already anticipated being hunted down by the anti-traitor squad.

The reason they were so desperate to betray their former comrades in exchange for gold.

They were preparing to flee to Hong Kong.

So after receiving Xiong Baitao's invitation, they started bargaining.

The two sides reached an agreement that he would be allowed to leave if he could eliminate the underground Communist Party members in Shanghai within two months.

In terms of safety, it is equipped with seven people for close protection.

In addition to protecting Lao Tan's safety, it also prevents him from escaping.

Furthermore, at their insistence, they were also provided with a separate handgun for self-defense.

Xiong Baitao pondered that, given the current situation, even if he were given a pistol, he wouldn't dare to turn around and kill the person he was protecting.

Old Tan betrayed too many comrades. Even if he regrets it now, the underground party will not forgive him.

Besides, unless he's stupid, he wouldn't fight seven agents equipped with pistols and submachine guns with just a pistol.

His desire to carry a gun himself only confirmed his inner unease and fear.

To show the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics' sincerity, they simply gave him an M1911 pistol.

Old Tan had just tried to find a prostitute, but was rejected.

He was lying in bed, utterly bored, fantasizing about escaping to Hong Kong, changing his name and identity, buying land and buildings, marrying two more concubines, and enjoying a leisurely life.

He was startled by the gunshot and grabbed the pistol from his bedside table, hiding under the bed.

A gunfight at this time, with such intense gunfire, could not possibly be a gang feud.

The only goal must be oneself.

A thought flashed through my mind: The assassination squad has arrived!

As a former high-ranking member of the underground Communist Party, he was all too aware of the capabilities of the anti-traitor squad and how much they hated him.

If he were in charge, he would have issued the same order to eliminate the traitor.

Only when the traitor is eliminated can we feel at ease.

So he remained vigilant and did not rush out of the room in fright.

He knew that a gunfight was taking place outside, and rushing out now would mean running into the anti-traitor squad.

Isn't that just courting death?

Since the anti-traitor team dared to confront them head-on, it means they were well-prepared.

Based on his understanding of the organization, he knew that with just a few pistols, they dared to launch a frontal assault, meaning there were at least twenty or thirty men involved.

Or another possibility: a feint attack!

The strong attack from the outside is merely a pretext to draw fire; the real killing move is elsewhere.

Unfortunately, he didn't know that the organization's equipment had been upgraded, and they were now using bulletproof vests produced 76 years later.

Originally, they only had pistols, but because the Shanghai intelligence station had sufficient funds, they bought a lot of submachine guns on the black market.

And they're all brand new guns!

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the Kuomintang reactionaries, including the Garrison Command, were willing to sell anything on the black market.

Even if we guessed that it had been bought by the underground party, so what?

The guns belong to the Nationalist government, but the small gold bars they exchanged are theirs!

In the current situation, everyone is planning for the future, so who cares about anything else?

Old Tan may seem to be doing well, but in reality he has lost his freedom and has no idea what's going on outside.

Based on experience, it can be inferred that the underground party was always poor and had suffered a major blow, so it must have been even more difficult.

How could there be submachine guns?

However, he did not sit idly by and wait for his fate. Instead, he hid behind the bed and patiently observed the situation.

His gaze darted back and forth between the window and the door, observing the surroundings.

Sure enough, as gunshots rang out outside, someone broke in through the window.

Old Tan had been prepared; the man who broke the window had barely landed when he was shot three times.

The successive impacts caused the team member to stumble back two steps.

It was clear that all three bullets had struck the man squarely in the chest.

With the power of the M1911, three bullets are enough to kill the opponent!

Old Tan's lips curled up, revealing a ferocious smile.

He grabbed the bag from the bedside table; it contained gold he had obtained from the Secret Service.

He quickly stepped forward, intending to escape through the window.

In fact, he had wanted to escape for a long time, but being controlled by the secret service made him feel uneasy.

Who knows if the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics might use him and then secretly kill him after squeezing him dry?

Only by escaping can one take control of their own destiny.

With the gold they obtained from the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, they had enough to buy land.

Theoretically speaking, killing the person who attacks through the window and then using their rope to escape is the safest way.

They were having a passionate fight outside, who would have thought he would run away through the window?

Old Tan grabbed the bag of gold and excitedly tried to escape through the window.

However, the anti-traitor team member who had just been shot was still standing there and had not fallen.

He was still blocking the window, and there was no blood on him.

He stopped in his tracks, his expression momentarily stunned.

It instantly dawned on me: they must be wearing protective gear!

Even if you gave him a hundred heads, you would never imagine that an innocent underground party member would have a bulletproof vest, especially one made of such a soft material that wouldn't hinder their movement.

Level 3 body armor is indeed much softer than today's steel plates.

Old Tan's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly raised his gun to shoot the other man in the head.

Unfortunately, the team member had already regained his balance, and the submachine gun hanging around his neck was aimed at his chest.

Da da da~!

Fresh blood was gushing out as if it were free.

Old Tan leaned limply against the bedside, struggling to raise his right hand as if to make a final stand.

The team member stepped forward and kicked the wrist hard, making a crisp sound.

The gun in his hand was kicked away, and the bones in his wrist were broken with a single kick.

boom!

Just then, the door was pushed open forcefully.

A figure rushed in, and the two men immediately raised their submachine guns in alarm.

Only after clearly seeing the other person's face did he put down the gun.

He reported in a deep voice, "Captain, do you think this is a traitor?"

Liu Hong took out a black and white solo photo from his pocket and carefully compared it with Lao Tan's.

Especially at the corner of his eyebrow, there was a noticeable mole, which he rubbed vigorously.

After confirming that it was correct, a look of disgust and hatred appeared on his face.

"That's him!"

This traitor betrayed and caused the deaths of too many comrades.

Now that he has finally been eliminated, the crisis is over.

Blood trickled from the corner of Old Tan's mouth as he struggled to speak, "Help...help me...I...I know the enemy's secret!"

His bloodshot eyes revealed a longing for life.

From the moment of betrayal, all he had left was desire.

Liu Hong glanced at it coldly, his eyes filled with disgust.

I feel disgusted just talking to this traitor.

He raised the muzzle of the gun and pulled the trigger forcefully.

A bullet pierced Lao Tan's forehead with pinpoint accuracy, his eyes widened, and he was completely lifeless.

A huge hole was punched in the back of his head; even a god couldn't save him.

He turned and ordered, "Mission accomplished, retreat!"