It is really a God-given opportunity. If I let it go in vain, I will never forgive myself for my whole life.

At this time, even if the gods come, I am afraid that I will not be able to plan any complete plans. If I have to look forward to everything, then what is the meaning of everything I have done for such a long time?

The opportunity has come, and you have to take a gamble whenever you say it.

Fang Buwei made a quick move and instantly formulated a plan for a sneak attack.

He closed his eyes again and quickly recalled the location of the radio station he saw through the hole of the antenna. At the same time, based on the voice of his speech, he judged the location where the spy leader was standing, right next to the radio station.

Kill the thief first!

Bless your ancestors!

Fang Buwei took a sudden breath, pulled out his pistol and bit it again, and then leaned back slightly and rushed into the window.

When his head was about to hit the glass, Fang Buwei raised his arms and elbows forward, aimed at the glass, and protected his head at the same time.

With a "slam" sound, the glass was smashed to pieces. All the Japanese spies in the room were shocked. Subconsciously, they looked at the sound. They saw a black image flying in like a large ball. They rolled quickly on the ground. When the speed slowed down slightly, they were approaching the radio.

When Fang Wuwei rolled a few times and was about to squat up, the pistol in his mouth had reached his right hand.

Standing next to the radio station, holding the most spy leader in his hand, he was about to squat down, touch his other waist, and prepare to shoot.

Fang Buwei took action like lightning, and he didn't aim at it at all. He just relied on his feelings and just shook his hand and shot him.

He dared to conclude that this was the commander of the Japanese spy.

It was like a huge hammer hitting it hard, the man's head suddenly raised back and his body also fell backwards.

Fang Buwei was worried, and two more shots were shot in the black shadow's chest.

The blood on the commander's head and chest burst out almost at the same time.

"Enemy attack..." It was not until this time that the Japanese spies in the room reacted.

Fang Buwei didn't dare to pause at all. He kicked his feet and flew up in the air, falling behind the table where the radio was placed. At the same time, the pistol in his right hand also rang.

"Baobabababababa..."

From Fang Buwei jumping to landing, he fired four more shots in just two seconds.

The two transmitters who were about to get up from the radio station were called.

The four guns were fired in a moving state. Fang Buwei knew that they had hit it, but they did not hit the deadly part. The two transmitters screamed in pain.

When Fang Buwu landed, the Japanese gun also fired, and a flashlight shone at the place where he landed.

"Bang bang..." The Japanese spy's bullets hit the radio station like money, splashing countless sparks. Paper flew all over the sky, and wooden tables were splashed with wood chips.

Fang Buwei dared to stay there, rolled and then rolled to the back of the sofa. Then he slid forward about two meters on all sides, clinging to the ground, and quickly slid forward about two meters.

The leader of the spy fired three shots, two transmitters shot four times, and there were no bullets in the gun.

When he slipped out of the sofa, Fang Buwei had already pulled out another pistol from his waist, raised it quickly, and shone it down the trigger at the flashlight that was illuminating everywhere.

With two gunshots, the flashlight shattered, and the screams of Japanese spies.

The other spies saw the sparks that appeared when Fang Buwei fired, and shot here at the same time.

When the bullet hit the sofa, Fang Buwei quickly slid out from the back of the sofa, slid to the wall in an almost flat position, and at the same time, he fired his gun at the other two still light flashlights.

Two more flashlights were broken, including spies holding the flashlight, who were also hit by bullets.

When his feet stepped on the wall, Fang Buwei glared hard and his body shook back again.

While gliding, the last bullet in the pistol he fired broke the last flashlight.

The room was in a state of being unable to see his fingers. Fang Buwei did not shoot, and the Japanese spies could not determine where he was now.

The spy thought the enemy was still hiding behind the sofa and kept firing.

The sofa was riddled with holes and furs were flying around. At this time, Fang Buwei had already crawled to the corner near the window like a four-legged snake.

There are no bullets in this gun.

It took less than two minutes since he broke through the window and raided, and now he has fired fourteen bullets in two magazines.

Fang Buwei hid in the corner and turned his head to scan.

Five guards outside rushed in, and now the eight Japanese spies in the room were shooting at the sofa.

Fang Buwei quickly changed the magazine for the pistol.

Damn, I must change the gun after I go back this time.

Browning is indeed easy to carry, easy to hide, and easy to use. But the bullet capacity is too small.

When he came out, he thought of changing the gun. Unfortunately, the bodyguards of Yu Erjun and others were like him. They all used jerseys and had no place to change them, so they could only bring a few more magazines.

Fang Buwei changed the magazine and took a quick look.

Do you want to quit now?

The leader has been killed by himself, and 80% of the two transmitters may not survive. The three most valuable targets have been eliminated. In addition, he also hit four spies with flashlights, each with two shots, at least one shot, and the upper body was shot.

Even if he doesn't die now, he probably won't survive due to the lack of medical treatment and medicine on the ship.

And I was not hurt at all. Now that I left, I have made a lot of money and no loss.

When you stop and stop, you will suffer from chaos.

Fang Buwei gritted his teeth. Just as he was about to jump out of the window indiscriminately, a Japanese spy shouted, "Stop shooting..."

The gunshot stopped when it stopped.

Fang Buwei was shocked.

Now I can't leave.

As long as you lift the curtains and light comes in, the Japanese will know that the enemy wants to climb out of the window. No matter how fast they are, they are not as fast as bullets and can only be used as live targets.

But the Japanese said that Fang Buwei was happy, but also surprised.

"Everyone by the window, guarding each exit..."

This Japanese responded so quickly!

In the darkness, when the enemy is less and we are equal, we cannot determine the life and death of the enemy, we naturally have to block all exits first.

All the spies rushed to each window as the leader told them. At a fast speed, they had already started to tear the quilts on the windows.

The luxury cabin has a large area, but it has windows on one side, but it also has as many as four.

Fang Buwei snorted coldly.

Want to catch a turtle in a jar?

I will let you have a good understanding of what a tiger with wings looks like.

Fang Buwei stood up very naturally, pointed to a Japanese man running towards him and shouted, "Here..."

The spy only thought he was an accomplice and ran over to stand with Fang Buwei.

Fang Buwei held up the empty gun in his hand and walked two steps toward the spy. He seemed to be talking to him and leaned over slantedly.

The spy didn't expect that the accomplice standing beside him would be the enemy. When he found out that Fang Buwei was approaching him, he subconsciously turned his head and took a look.

But the quilt on the window had not yet been pulled off, and the spy could only see a rough wheel.

He was about to ask Fang Buwei what he was going to say, but he felt a hot mouth and his palm was buckled like an iron plier.

Before the spy could struggle, he felt a pain in the back of his head and lost consciousness.

Fang Buwei used both hands and broke the Japanese spy's neck with a "click".

He spy fell down by the wall and touched the pistol on his body.

As soon as I touched it, I felt happy.

It's a box cannon, twenty sounds.

I just heard the gunshots and knew that there were a few Japanese spies who also used this kind of pistol.

In this melee, this gun is much more useful than Browning.

He inserted it into his waist, touched the spy again, and found a magazine.

"Why don't the curtain over there be opened..." Fang Buwei stood up and the Japanese leader shouted again.

Fang Buwei saw that the window beside him was still dark.

With a "hi" sound, he pulled off the quilt and covered it with a handful of it on the spy lying in the corner of the wall.

I glanced around and saw that there were spies guarding the other three windows, and the spy leader who had just issued the order was standing near the door.

There was a cabinet there, and it was impossible to tell what material it was. The spy leader hid his entire body behind, but just exposed his head and gave orders.

It is not difficult to create chaos again and take the opportunity to escape, but the premise is that you have to kill this leader.

Fang Buwei just took out a magazine to make a move and wanted to create a stir, the spy leader spoke again.

"Sign up……"

I'll report to you uncle!
To be continued...