Chapter 622 Raid
The reason why Fang Buwei was personally responsible for the China News Agency was because he discovered that among the three strongholds suspected to be hiding in Japanese spies, there was an observation post on the second floor of the China News Agency.
It shows that the person with the heaviest weight is hidden in the China Newspaper.
Except for Company Commander Song and the liaison officer who reported to Zhao Shirui, the team followed Fang Buwei to the Huabao News Agency.
I can't guarantee whether I will encounter it after entering the door. Fang Buwei deliberately slowed down and bought time for Zhao Shirui and Song Yingjie.
More than a dozen policemen were laughing and making fun as if they were shopping on the street.
Either after talking about this action, the superior will give himself how much money he will be given, or when talking about where to have fun after sharing the money.
In fact, every team member was pricking his ears and listened to Fang Buwei's arrangements.
"After entering the door, I still pretended to be like a striking autumn wind as before... In one group of four, two groups stayed on the first floor, two groups went up to the second floor, clear everyone first...
After everyone went downstairs, I heard me say 'Come one by one', which is the command to act. The first three groups have taken action without hesitation. The fourth group is responsible for alerting to prevent someone from sneak attacking from the tunnel entrance..."
"Sir, do you just shoot?" Company Commander Song's deputy asked carefully.
"If you don't shoot, are you waiting for the Japanese devils to shoot you?" Fang Buwei glanced at him: "War again, what is hidden inside is definitely an elite who has experienced many battles. If you don't want to die, just be careful..."
The words "I'm a sect" are spoken from Fang Buwei's mouth, giving the team members an extremely strange feeling.
It's weird, it's better than losing one's life.
The team members breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
They didn't recognize Fang Buwei who had put on makeup, but just thought he was really a nerd, afraid that he would not know how to command blindly and would kill his brothers' lives in vain.
Before seeing the housekeeper, Fang Buwei did have the idea of whether to keep a living or not.
But after seeing the wound on the butler's knuckles, Fang Buwei dared not have any extravagant hope.
Even if you sleep with a gun every day, you will not be able to get such a large number of calluses after seven or eight years.
Thinking a little further, how many people did the butler kill?
You can imagine who is hiding in the real world.
I don’t know how many people there are, and I don’t know what weapons they have, so why dare Fang Buwei to stop?
If you want to catch a living, you have to fill in the life. You may not be able to catch it. It is better to attack it as soon as you enter the door.
"Don't hold back. You can use a grenade, but be careful not to hurt by accident!" Fang Buwei reminded again.
The team members nodded slightly.
It was just a ten-meter journey away. Before entering the door, Fang Buwei took a look up first. The secret whistle with a telescope behind the window on the second floor quickly flashed behind the wall and lowered the curtains.
Fang Buwei looked back again and saw that the two teams behind had arrived at the door of Dong's house. The deputy section chief of the Investigation Section of the Police Department was talking to Song Yingjie.
A military card was stopped at the intersection of the street two hundred meters away, and more than a dozen military policemen jumped out from it. They were working with the police to move the horse and withdraw the wire mesh.
A small car also turned in. Zhao Shirui jumped out of the car, pointed at Song Yingjie who was joking from afar and scolded: "I'm fucking, he still has time to talk about it here? I'm not hungry, right?"
"Director, there are not many left, it's over soon!" Song Yingjie nodded and replied, then turned around and scolded Fang Buwei, "You are so blind, don't you see the Director getting angry?"
"Yes!" Fang Buwei responded repeatedly and ran into the China Newspaper quickly.
The newspaper door was wide open, and there were two people waiting for them.
"Routine inspection!" Fang Bu threw out a piece of paper for a policeman beside him and shook it, "Let everyone go downstairs, we need to register the information!"
Fang Buwei stood in the center of the first floor with paper and pen and looked around.
"No problem, no problem!" A middle-aged man responded a few times, walked over quickly, grabbed the hand of the policeman holding Ling Wen, and slapped a few silver dollars into his hand: "A little bit of a word, please don't think it's too little!"
"Where are you fucking beggars?" The policeman raised his hand and smashed the silver dollar on the middle-aged man's head.
As soon as I saw the police's tone, I knew that he was thinking it was too young. The middle-aged man covered his face and shouted upstairs: "Editor-in-Chief, the police are here to check again!"
These silver dollars are just used to test the police.
With so many people, how can I share these few dollars?
If the police pick it up, it means that there is something wrong with the team. Taking the opportunity to make money is fake, and catching people is real.
As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, someone upstairs responded.
Fang Buwei looked up and saw an old man and a young man appearing at the stairs, and just bumping into the two team members who were going upstairs.
Fang Buwei glanced at him and recognized the young one. It was the secret whistle that was standing behind the window with a telescope before.
"Go all downstairs, register information!" A policeman shouted, pushed the editor away, took his subordinates to the second floor, and checked each room one by one: "Go faster, go all downstairs!"
Taro Komatsuhara was pushed against the handrail of the stairs, and eight policemen passed by him in sequence.
The uniform is not old and not worn in old time. The clothes are neatly worn. The front has box cannons inserted into the waist, and the back has submachine guns on their backs.
Everyone's waist was full of bulging, and Taro Komatsuhara could not guess whether it was a magazine or a grenade.
Looking at the seven or eight downstairs, there are similar equipment.
Well-equipped, this is by no means an ordinary policeman.
But judging from their actions, they are no different from the police officers they have seen in the past?
Let's take a look first.
Taro Komatsuhara made a gesture, and Eigo Tanisu, who was following behind, reached into his pocket and held the handle of the gun.
More than a dozen police officers cursed and urged everyone in the room to come out. Two of them deliberately threw the paper on the table and flew around in the sky.
Next, are you going to throw a camera or something?
According to the urinary nature of the police in the Republic of China, it is abnormal not to do this.
Komatsuhara Taro walked a few steps quickly, went downstairs in three or two, and ran to Fang Buwei.
The middle-aged man had no wink and did not see that Fang Buwei was the leader.
"Sir, my subordinates are clumsy and have neglected you. Please don't blame me!" While speaking, a small bag of silver dollars came to Fang Buwei's hands.
Fang Buwei glanced at Taro Komatsuhara and secretly praised in his heart: Chinese is so good!
It seems that this is the leader.
If you can leave this living mouth, you won’t be afraid even if you die...
Sure enough, even God was helping me and delivering the big fish to me personally.
Fang Buwei was secretly planning.
Seeing that Fang Buwei was still moving, Komatsuhara Taro felt that he was too little, so he pondered for a moment, then took out a small yellow croaker from his sleeve and placed it on top of the silver dollar.
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