Swinging...

I was extremely nervous inside.

Afraid of being discovered. Then shoot in the air.

There is no way to hide.

Fortunately, the system survived and landed safely.

I pulled off the parachute bag's rope with force. Then I felt the strong smell.

Finished...

Left behind the toilet.

From a tactical perspective, it is indeed a good place.

There are few people.

remote.

but……

It really stinks.

Move quickly.

There are several red dots nearby. They all have weapons.

Take out the Colt M1911 pistol. Come out of hiding. Stride forward.

Encountered Japanese invaders.

Japanese invaders:???

What's going on?

Who?

Don't seem to recognize him?

"Bang!"

Gunshots were fired.

A direct shot to the head.

No Japanese invader is innocent.

Avenge the innocent people who were killed!

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Fire continuously.

Guns kill.

This kind of close combat is easy to grasp.

After all, Zhang Yong was also trained on the battlefield. He was no longer a rookie.

Seven bullets. Killed seven Japanese invaders.

The sound of gunshots attracted more red dots and found that there were thirty-eight large caps.

Oh, it's the Japanese military police who are here.

The people responsible for the security of the Japanese embassy were the Japanese military police.

Before, when he first joined Lixingshe, Zhang Yong had entered the Japanese embassy and had some understanding of it.

It seems that the person in charge of the security is a squadron of military police?

And then there are a lot of ronin?

They are those guys who like to wear black robes, barefoot or geta, and hold Japanese swords in both hands.

Change guns.

Holding Thomson.

Walk forward quickly.

Japanese military police appeared from around the corner.

"Ta-ta-ta..."

"Ta-ta-ta..."

A hail of bullets passed, and the three Japanese military policemen fell to the ground dead.

Zhang Yong quickened his pace and entered the small door next to him.

Another military policeman rushed out.

Fight back.

"Ta-ta-ta..."

"Ta-ta-ta..."

Another wave of bullets rained down. Clean up the remaining military police.

In front of the Chicago typewriter, the Japanese invaders' bolt-action Type 38 rifle was nothing more than a fire stick.

If you have the opportunity to hide in the dark and fire a cold shot, or make a sneak attack with a bayonet, it may still have some effect.

Once it is shown on the radar map, it is completely a lamb to be slaughtered.

Entering a small living room, several black-robed ronin rushed out, holding Japanese swords in their hands.

"Baga!"

"It's you!"

A ronin actually recognized Zhang Yong.

There are lights in the small living room. Zhang Yong's appearance has not changed much.

"Hi……"

"Sayo Nala..."

Zhang Yong raised his left hand to say hello and pulled the trigger with his right hand.

Sorry. I don't want to get close to you.

I'm in a hurry. Really.

"Ta-ta-ta..."

"Ta-ta-ta..."

A violent storm of bullets knocked down all the opponents.

The radar map shows that the red dot disappears.

"Ta-ta-ta..."

"Ta-ta-ta..."

Two more shuttles were made.

The main reason was that the Japanese invaders were unhappy.

Madhu, you are barefoot and holding a samurai sword? Playing wild!

Who will die if you don’t die!

Pooh!

Keep moving forward.

A marked red dot appears.

Too lazy to check.

Tonight, the Japanese invaders, no matter who they are, must die!

Raise the gun.

Wait for the red dot to appear.

Sure enough, he is an acquaintance. Quite familiar.

Fumio Kishida?

Takeo Kishida?

Sorry. Forgot.

It doesn't matter...
To be continued...