Fang Buwei deliberately let him go.

These few minutes seem tragic, but it's just because the performance is realistic.

No one died inside and outside the foreign business.

The gunshots were real, but they were all shot in the place where no one was.

It was true that the grenade exploded, but before pulling the lead, everyone hid in a safe place.

Nakamura was indeed lying at the door, of course he was not dead. After being fainted by Fang Buwei, Fang Buwei burned his clothes to pieces and was covered with chicken blood...

"I'm getting up, I'm still pretending to be addicted, right?" Fang Buwei kicked the team member lying on the ground.

The team member sat up and rubbed his chest hard, "Sir, what's this thing? It's like he's really shot?"

"Didn't you tell me all of you? Just a slingshot... Go back and find some safflower oil to apply..." Fang Buwei replied.

In order not to let Masao Konomiya see the flaws, Fang Buwei gave them a slingshot to the two who were shot at the door.

Can a slingshot be made like this?

The team member looked down at his chest.

The steel balls fell directly into the flesh, and the wound was blue and swollen, as if they were shot by a dirt gun.

"The person is gone?" Seeing Fang Buwei coming out in a swagger, Zhao Shirui asked in surprise.

Fang Buwei nodded.

"I'll fuck you..." Zhao Shirui cursed, "Are you afraid that the spy will shoot me?"

Fang Buwei specifically asked Zhao Shirui to sit in the car just to let Masao Konomiya see his face.

"Do you think all Japanese spies are as stupid as you, so unhappy? Do you understand the four words "tolerate humiliation and bear heavy burdens"?" Fang Buwei rolled his eyes, "Besides, do you think my gun is a vegetarian?"

"Can you see where he is hiding?" Zhao Shirui asked half-believingly.

"Summer insects cannot speak of ice!" Fang Buwei snorted coldly.

Zhao Shirui wanted to curse her.

"I'll leave here to you, I'll leave first!" Fang Buwei took off his coat and threw it to Zhao Shirui, "I have to go to the hospital to hold the body..."

"Get out quickly!" Zhao Shirui cursed angrily.

"Take the person back first!" Fang Buwei reminded again, "Nakamura is not an ordinary spy, and the Japanese consulate is likely to send someone to check..."

"I don't even want any shame?" Zhao Shirui asked in surprise.

"When will the Japanese go to face?" Fang Buwei sneered.

After the Battle of 128, under the pressure of the international community, the Japanese promised not to send spies and spies to the administrative districts of the National Government, but everyone knew that this sentence was equivalent to farting.

Fortunately, except for intelligence personnel like diplomats in the embassy who can disclose their identities, spies sent by Japanese spies to Nanjing will not use their identities as Japanese citizens.

This gave Nanjing anti-espionage agencies a chance to breathe.

Otherwise, even though they knew that the other party was guilty, the National Government would not dare to deal with it publicly.

Most people find it incredible, but that's the truth.

"Damn it!" Zhao Shirui cursed hatred.

"What's the use of just gritting your teeth?" Fang Buwei sneered, "With that skill, it's better to think about how to kill a few more Japanese..."

How many Japanese can there be in Nanjing?

Zhao Shirui punched the roof of the car with a heavy punch.

"Hurry the speed and do the job well. If you want to kill the Japanese, you have a chance!"

Fang Buwei pulled Zhao Shirui away, got into the car and drove the engine, and whistled away with a throttle.

Zhao Shirui exhaled and directed the team members to take Yamada and Nakamura into the car.

...

More than ten minutes later, Fang Buwei rushed to Huangpu Road again.

"According to your instructions, Chief Zheng has handled the scene..."

The guard leader gave Fang Wuwei a report.

According to the plan, after the ambush is successful, Zheng Shifei and Ye Xingzhong will evacuate the scene as soon as possible and create an illusion of four guards who wiped out the Yamada team.

But Fang Buwei did not expect that the battle was surprisingly smooth and that Zheng Shifei and Ye Xingzhong were useless.

Just so happens that you don’t even need to pretend, you just need to erase the traces of Zheng Shifei and Ye Xingzhong leading the team.

Fang Buwei nodded and continued to look at the rearview mirror and wipe the disguise on his face.

"Where is Lin Zi'an?"

"I was locked in the military police headquarters by the commander..."

Not sent to the secret service office?

According to the previous plan, Xing Mingsheng and Lin Zi'an both wanted to send them to the secret service office.

"Did the commander make other arrangements?" Fang Buwei asked again.

"The commander didn't explain!" the guard leader replied.

I don’t have to worry about these few minutes, it’s not too late to ask after I go back from the hospital.

Fang Buwei nodded subconsciously.

After wiping his face, Fang Buwei changed into a set of clothes handed over by the guard leader, which was exactly the same as Lin Zian had worn before.

Looking at the pool of blood in the crotch, Fang Buwei suddenly turned black.

The battle situation is so fierce that as the target of being assassinated, Fang Buwei cannot be unscathed and will suffer some injuries.

But where can't you hurt it? You just want to hurt it?

"Who did this?"

The guard leader looked strange, "Sir Zheng!"

I knew it was this bastard.

Fang Buwei sneered repeatedly.

Today, I haven't even caught my hair, and I feel angry, so I want to make myself look ugly.

Can it be difficult for me?

Fang Buwei reached out and teared his pants, and he tore them in half, revealing the cotton pants on his lower body.

He threw the bloody part to the guard, then pulled out the dagger and slashed it on his left arm like lightning.

"long……"

The guard leader exclaimed, and the word "official" didn't even have time to say it, so he stopped the knife.

A wound about an inch long cut open the skin obliquely, revealing the fat below.

"When the time comes, I will say that I was scratched by shrapnel..." Fang Buwei said, picked up his trouser legs and wrapped them around the wound in a few seconds.

It seems to be a little bit short?

After bandaging, Fang Buwei turned around and looked at the guards who were either hanging their arms or crutches.

The guards were so injured that they were only slightly injured on their arms, which was really unreasonable.

Before the guard could react, Fang Buwei smashed his head heavily at the right window of the car.

With a "clang" sound, the car windows shattered.

Several guards were startled. When Fang Buwei raised his head, he found that there were a few pieces of glass on his forehead and blood was flowing down.

"Don't move!" Fang Buwei slapped the guard leader's hand and asked seriously, "Does this look more terrifying?"

The guard leader gritted his teeth, not knowing what to say.

Looking at it, the glass slag had just pierced into the flesh, and the system didn't even react.

"Let's go!" Fang Buwei shouted, carefully tilting his head, for fear that the glass slag would fall.

When he arrived at the hospital, Fang Buwei's face was covered with blood.

The guard leader was surprised to find that it was only one or two minutes at most, and there was no medicine or bandage. How did Fang Buwei stop the blood on the wound?
Chapter completed!