The Japanese woman who was carefully looking through the registration book suddenly felt two hands holding her chin and the back of her head at the same time.

Before she could speak, after hearing a crisp click, she found that she could face the person behind her, a face with a cold and solemn meaning.

Chen Chen stuffed the body of a Japanese woman under the table and threw the registration book to Chu Jiao. He found the sign of suspension under the counter and signaled Zhao Youcai and Zhang Chengfu to watch the door.

Then, he took off his military uniform, exposed the suit inside, and walked out by himself. He picked up a car at the gate, opened the door, sat in, inserted the versatile key, and tried to start it up.

After successfully starting the car, Chen Chen did not pull out the keys, left the car, closed the door, and hung a sign that was suspended for business.

According to the previous spy by Xu Huaiyi's brothers and Shen Chen's research, the Long Live Club has fewer people come after this time, and the number of people going out has gradually increased.

Moreover, putting on a sign that suspended business means that there are important people in it receiving or exchanging information.

In Shanghai, there are not only Japanese Mei organs, naval intelligence agencies, Iwai organs and other spy organizations, but also non-official spy agencies dominated by Japanese ronin.

For example, DiSwei Road, Hongkou Hongkou, Inoue Mansion on Hengjie, Tiantong Road Vegetable Market, such as Yasuogoro Sasaki in West Shanghai, etc.

Hiaki Inoue graduated from the former Japanese non-commissioned officer school. After the August 13th Incident, he resigned from his military post and came to Shanghai. He recruited a group of Japanese ronin whose minds were full of fascist toxins and militarist ideas, bribed a group of traitors, used Inoue Mansion as an activity base to spy on politics, military intelligence and engage in sabotage activities.

There are more than 60 Japanese ronin who work under him, all of whom are strong men in their twenties to thirties. No woman, even servants and chefs are Japanese men.

These people have been trained in spy agencies such as the Black Dragon Society and are familiar with various spy work skills. Most of them have conducted spy activities in Manchukuo or North China, are familiar with Chinese folk customs, and are able to speak proficient Northern or Shanghai dialects.

They are different from the ordinary hooligans in Japanese society. In China, they use various identities as cover, and even disguise themselves as Chinese people, engaging in criminal activities.

Although the "Inoue Mansion" is not a formal official agency in Japan, it is just a secret organization of the Japanese ronin group, because they have made a lot of achievements in spy activities, it has been recognized by the Japanese Military Department and the Shanghai Consulate and actively supported it.

Yasugoro Sasaki is the head of another Japanese ronin organization. His main stronghold is in western Shanghai, and together with Toyama Man, Uchida Ryohei, Ogawa Yunhei and Inoue Hiaki, the five leaders of Japanese ronin.

Inoue HiShowa Sasaki Yasuogoro also often comes to the Long Live Club to collect or exchange information here.

Therefore, Chen Chen basically had no loopholes in the arrangement, his actions did not seem abrupt, and even the details were carefully considered.

When they returned to the house, Zhao Youcai and the other three took off their military uniforms, which were suits inside, just like guests in the club.

Only Chu Jiao looks a little special. After all, she is a woman. No matter how much she dresses up, she looks plump in some places.

However, except for the inability to recognize the face, physical characteristics are no longer important. They are here to kill people, and they are killing wildly.

The suitcase was opened, several shell guns were installed with silencers and butt stocks, and murderous aura spread to several people.

Chen Chen was still his own pistol, raised his eyebrows and walked upstairs with the three of them.

As soon as he turned over the platform in the middle of the stairs, a Japanese man came over with a geisha. Chen Chen raised his gun with both hands and made two sounds. The two of them didn't even make a sound, and then they fell down with a blood hole in their foreheads.

Chen Chen took a few quick steps and blocked the body with his hands with quick movements, making the sound when he fell to the ground very small.

The three of them followed closely and divided into two groups on the second floor, heading to the left and right, and heading to kill them separately.

Chen Chen and Zhao Youcai are in the same group, trying to make up for Zhao Youcai's shortcomings in shooting skills; Chu Jiao and Zhang Chengfu are in the same group, both of them are in good shooting skills and are more confident.

Listening quietly outside the door, Chen Chen nodded slightly, Zhao Youcai held a gun in one hand and suddenly opened the door with the other.

Pu, Pu, Pu, Chen Chen quickly captured the target and fired three shots quickly.

The Japanese in the room narrowed their hazy drunk eyes and looked up to see which friend was here to make fun of it. Two muffled sounds, the woman in his arms trembled suddenly, and her body suddenly softened.

Boh, the Japanese heard his last sound in the world. In an instant, he saw a big man. The thing in the big man squirted out a faint smoke, and then his consciousness suddenly became blank, and he fell to the ground with the geisha in his arms.

Pu, Pu, Pu, Pu, Pu! Chu Jiao and Zhang Chengfu shot almost at the same time. Two Japanese people kneeling at the wine table in the room were whispering some secret matters, and then they fell down with blood all over their heads.

Opening the door and killing people, Chen Chen operated quickly like a confidential machine. Each room only took a few seconds to clear, which was also counted as the time to replace the magazine.

Chu Jiao and Zhang Chengfu cooperated very well, one used the Ruger pistol and the other used the shoulder-to-shoulder shell gun. Although it was a little slower than Chen Chen, his skills were enough to be proud.

It was not long since the eight rooms on the second floor had been cleared. There were people in six rooms, including the geisha and Japanese guests, and a total of sixteen guys died.

No one would have thought that someone would be so brave that they would not only kill people in the sphere of influence of the Japanese, but also in the places where the Japanese are concentrated.

The sliding door was pushed open quickly, followed by a dull sound, and a accurate and fast bullet shot towards him. The four of them acted in a tacit way, quickly and fiercely.

After killing on the second floor, Chen Chen went downstairs, and the three of them rushed to the third floor, and the increasingly heavy smell of blood began to spread.

If it was Saturday night, there would be more Japanese people, but the risk of exposure was greater. Therefore, Chen Chen did it as soon as he said, not pursuing the greatest result, but pursuing the highest safety.

According to the records on the registration book, there are only four rooms on the third floor with guests. If you go up to the third floor, you will not be able to hear someone ringing the doorbell outside the gate.

So, Chen Chen went downstairs to support him, because only his Japanese was reasonable. Moreover, he had something else to do.

The preparations are very comprehensive, although not necessarily useful.

Chen Chen went to the counter on the first floor, took the wine from the cabinet next to him, opened the bottle cap, and put the poison he carried with him in. The portion of this pack is very large, and the concentration of a bottle of wine is enough to poison many people.

Of course, Chen Chen was not satisfied with this bottle of poisonous wine. He took out the syringe and injection needle from his suitcase and poured the bottle of poisonous wine into the bottle with corks.

Not to mention, there are quite a few such packaged wines. Even if there is a murder, the Long Live Club will still exist. These wines will be drunk by the Japanese in the future, right?

Time passed by minute by minute. Chen Chen had injected a bottle of poisonous wine before he looked at the various ornaments hanging on the wall leisurely.

There is no way, who can only let himself speak Japanese? At this time, he can only trust his teammates' strength. While thinking, he reached out to take off a samurai sword hanging on the wall and admired it.

At this moment, the sound of a car suddenly came from outside the door, and a "rattle" sound stopped at the door.

It's so late, why are there anyone here? It's really right to stay here. If someone changes his mouth, he will have to reveal his feelings.

Chen Chen frowned, reached out to insert the gun into his back, and held the samurai knife in one hand and looked at the door coldly.

The electric bell rang, and those who could ignore the "suspended business" sign were not only famous people, but also urgent information to report.

Chen Chen thought for a moment, put the samurai sword on the counter, and lifted his legs out.

Through the iron door, he saw a Japanese car with a collapsed nose parked at the door, and three men stood in front of the iron door.

"I'm sorry, sorry, open the door immediately." Chen Chen didn't ask who he was, and seemed to know them, and he mainly tried to talk less.

The iron door opened, and two bodyguards walked in with a man in their forties. Chen Chen closed the iron door, trotted, and opened the building door for them first.

"Caring, where is the hospitality?" A man looked like a driver and a bodyguard. He looked around in the door and shouted loudly.

"The hospitality went upstairs and asked someone to go." Chen Chen smiled and nodded and said, "Please wait a moment!"

The Japanese man frowned and turned to look at the middle-aged man behind him.

Obviously, this middle-aged man has a good status and is their master.

This middle-aged man has a medium figure, a long and narrow face, a pale complexion, wearing a suit, and holding a cane in his hand.

He looked at Chen Chen, frowned slightly, and said, "Are you new here? What's your name? Why are you guarding alone? This is very inappropriate."

Chen Chen felt murderous intent in his heart, so he picked up the Japanese knife on the counter and played a beautiful whirlwind, and rushed back without hesitation, "You don't have to worry. I can guard it alone. I wonder why you are here for such a romantic place? Is it appropriate?"

"Haga!" The Japanese man glared at his eyes and cursed angrily: "How dare you be rude to Mr. Inoue."

Mr. Inoue? Could it be Inoue Hiaki? Chen Chen looked at the middle-aged man again.

"You are really unreasonable." Inoue Hiaki narrowed his eyes, "Speak your name and I will give you the punishment you deserve."

The Japanese man looked at Chen Chen with a sneer and mocked: "It may be too late to kowtow and admit his mistake now. Mr. Inoue may give you a chance mercilessly."

Chen Chen looked at the three Japanese with a light bamboo shoot. He had heard the footsteps on the stairs. It was time to take action.

Brush, a flash of cold light, and the knife is unsheathed.

The Japanese man felt like he flew up, and in the rolling he saw his body from a strange angle for the first time.

A body that had lost its head slowly knelt to the ground, pumping out a bouquet of blood from the incision to the rhythm of the heartbeat.

With a "puff", the narrow and long samurai sword pierced into his chest from the intercourse of another shocked Japanese bodyguard, and the sharp sword tip was passing through the back of the shoulder blades behind him.

A large amount of blood immediately rushed into his respiratory tract, and the bodyguard, who was suddenly choked by his own blood, tried to cough out the blood.

But with the vigorous movement of his chest, the wound in the guy's lungs was torn even bigger, which also caused more blood to flow into his trachea.

After a few repetitions, the Japanese bodyguard lost the strength to cough. He was seriously injured and could only let blood gradually fill his entire lungs, staring at Chen Chen with his eyes.

It’s not that Chen Chen didn’t want to draw his sword to attack the last Japanese, but the sword was stuck by the bone and it was not pulled out at once.

A cold light flashed, and the middle-aged man was stunned and pulled out his knife and stabbed Chen Chen. It turned out that there was a sharp steel knife hidden in his cane.

Chen Chen turned sharply, holding the hilt of the knife in both hands, and actually led the dead bodyguard to block the knife for him.

The middle-aged man's sharp blade penetrated the bodyguard's body and could still stab Chen Chen.

But Chen Chen won this little time, pushed his hands and feet quickly withdrew, avoided the knife, and looked back to his back.

Inoue Riaki turned sideways, pushed the corpse with his left elbow, and pulled out the knife with his right hand. The cold light drew a half arc in the air and made progress in slashing and slashing.

The posture is beautiful and the movements are very fast, but Chen Chen is faster than him. He stretches his hands and turns, and while pointing the black muzzle at the opponent, he continuously pulls the plate machine.

Pup puff puff, three bullets hit Hiaki Inoue one after another. His body trembled, and his strength disappeared rapidly. The killing knife was also paused, and Chen Chen could easily avoid it.

Zhao Youcai, Zhang Chengfu and Chu Jiao ran down, but was startled by the bloody scene.

"Pack up your things and retreat immediately." Chen Chen squatted down and took the briefcase from Inoue Riaki's hand.

The four of them did not change their military police clothes, and quickly went out with their bags and suitcases in their clothes and headed straight for the car.

"Who did you kill? It seems like an important guy?" Chu Jiao finally had time to ask in the car.

"Inoue Riaki." Chen Chen pursed his lips and sneered: "Are they unlucky, they rushed in at this time."

"Inoue Riaki? Is the spy leader in Inoue Mansion?" Chu Jiao couldn't believe it.

Chen Chen smiled faintly and turned the car to the road along the river, and two lampposts pierced the darkness.

"I'm so lucky." Chu Jiao thought Chen Chen had agreed and said excitedly: "I thought I was killing all the shrimps, but I didn't expect there would be this big fish."

"Maybe there will be a big fish in the future!" Chen Chen told the three of them about the poisoning and sneered: "Look at who is in trouble!"

"All Japanese deserve to die." Zhang Chengfu's tone was very cold, "The more the better."

Chu Jiao glanced at Zhang Chengfu, smiled and said, "When we go to the battlefield, let's kill each other happily!"

While speaking, Chen Chen had already stopped the car. Zhao Youcai jumped out of the car, ran up the embankment, and fired a few flashlights across the river.
Chapter completed!