Chapter 3, Every shot hits the mark

After simply tending to his wound, Wang Feng removed the empty magazine from his Type 14 pistol and casually tossed it into a nearby pile of scrap wood. Immediately afterward, he took a magazine filled with seven rounds from the pocket of his suit jacket and reloaded it into the Type 14 pistol

Wang Feng, who was extremely vigilant, feared that there might still be some Japanese puppet agents who had escaped capture. Therefore, he quickly took the initiative to search the entire backyard. After seeing no traces of any other Japanese puppet agents, he finally felt relieved.

After approximately ten minutes had passed, Wang Feng did not wait for the patrol officers from the French Concession, but instead was met by a large group of Japanese puppet agents, which completely disrupted his plans. Had he known this would happen, Wang Feng felt that he should have followed Liu Min and retreated earlier.

At this critical moment, Wang Feng suddenly remembered that in this era, he was a Japanese puppet spy, serving as the head of the General Affairs Section in the Special Agents Division of the Jiangshang City Police Bureau, a position that seemed leisurely but was, in fact, a lucrative one. Since he had a natural advantage, why not take advantage of it when outnumbered

In addition, he widened his eyes and, upon seeing the neatly trimmed black hair of the masked man and the golden earring on his left ear, immediately recognized the identity of this person. He then stammered in disbelief, saying: "You, you are ... ... "

When the leader of the puppet agents raised his head and focused his gaze, he saw the man standing before him who had killed two of his subordinates, and was astonished to find that he was dressed in the same attire and leather shoes as them

Standing in a concealed corner of the backyard, Wang Feng heard a chaotic and disorderly sound of footsteps coming from the front yard. With his keen ears, he assessed that there were likely no fewer than 20 Japanese puppet agents.

"Brother Wang Feng, if we hide like this, they will still find us. What should we do?" Liu Min, with tears in her eyes, felt utterly helpless after hearing Wang Feng reject her suggestion. Suddenly, she was at a loss for what to do next, and in her anxiety, she began to stamp her feet, urgently asking for guidance.

The team leader standing outside the door, accompanied by two subordinates, each holding a handgun, cautiously stepped forward, inching closer to the nearby west wing room where Wang Feng was located. Since the door to this room had been left open, the vigilant team leader instructed his two subordinates to lead the way.

After all, the continuous sound of gunfire from the front yard to the back yard, occurring more than a dozen times, would certainly alarm the neighbors living nearby. Furthermore, this is still the French Concession, and it won't be long before the constables from the police station arrive upon hearing the news. Before the constables arrive, he still needs to stay here for a while to observe the situation.

From the main gate of the yard to this west wing located in the backyard, there is approximately a distance of two to three hundred meters. It is evident that the group of individuals who had suddenly intruded and killed Liu Laotie and Wu Ma at the front gate was about to arrive. Upon seeing Liu Min standing beside him without any intention of moving after he had finished speaking, Wang Feng felt a sense of urgency.

"With a patter of footsteps," when the two Japanese puppet agents walked side by side and stepped over the threshold of the west wing, the very alert team leader, maintaining a distance of two steps in front of them, also moved forward with measured steps.

The voices of the agents outside the room were clearly heard by Wang Feng, whose hearing was exceptionally sharp. After the team leader finished giving instructions, he stood behind the door on one side, casually tearing off a large white towel from the washbasin rack behind him. He then covered his eyes and the lower part of his face with this long white towel. Once done, he gently pulled the safety of the handgun tightly gripped in his right hand, preparing to shoot at the person who would enter at the first moment.

In this way, little sister Xiaomin, listen to me. You should quickly hide in the wardrobe over there; I will deal with the seven or eight Japanese puppet agents that have come in. With my marksmanship, eliminating those seven or eight Japanese puppet agents should pose no problem at all

"Alright, alright, hush. You lot stop making noise, or you'll scare the communists in these few rooms away." The team leader felt quite irritated upon hearing the continuous complaints from his subordinates. However, at this critical moment, he managed to suppress his anger, approached the house, and placed his index finger in front of his lips, making a shushing gesture, and reminded them somewhat impatiently.

"Little Min, listening to the chaotic and disorderly footsteps, at least seven or eight Japanese puppet agents have entered through the front door. In this room, aside from the wardrobe and under the bed, there is nowhere to hide. Even if the two of us were to conceal ourselves, I believe that with their thorough search of this room, we would most likely be discovered. At that point, both of us would undoubtedly face death." Wang Feng, dressed neatly and looking spirited, said thoughtfully while resting his chin on his hand.

After he had taken two or three steps, he noticed that Liu Min, held in his arms, showed not the slightest sign of struggle. He quickly quickened his pace, and after taking eight or nine more steps, he opened the large wardrobe in front of him, placed Liu Min inside, and swiftly closed the wardrobe door tightly.

Upon hearing Liu Min's urgent reminder, Wang Feng, who was trapped in his bed, possibly due to his profession, instinctively sat up and jumped out of bed. He quickly grabbed the sapphire blue suit from the clothes rack beside him, dressed himself neatly, and put on the pair of polished leather shoes that were resting on the edge of the bed.

At that moment, blood began to flow out in a steady stream from the place where the arm had been shot. Immediately, Wang Feng tied a white towel over the lower end of the wound, exerting all his strength to create a clearly visible indentation in the skin below the arm wound in an effort to stop the bleeding as much as possible

"Team leader, you can rest assured, we will all follow your lead. If it weren't for those two old fellows drawing their guns and confronting our brothers just now, our brothers wouldn't have killed them. Team leader, our brothers are all engaged in work that puts their lives on the line; we can't just disregard our own lives and safety, can we?" As soon as the words of the Japanese puppet agent's team leader fell, a nearby sly and opportunistic Japanese puppet agent immediately voiced his complaint.

In the brief moment of just blinking twice, Wang Feng, who was hiding tightly behind the door on one side and staring intently at the ground in front of the door, suddenly saw four pairs of shoes that were quite similar to the ones on his feet. For a marksman, this was undoubtedly the best opportunity to take the initiative. If he missed this chance, the likelihood of being shot dead would be greatly reduced.

"Team leader, team leader..." Upon hearing the gunfire, the other four Japanese puppet agents in the group hurriedly inquired and rushed over. From a distance, they saw their team leader fall to the ground, shot in the forehead. After all, they were brothers in life and death; in their grief, they began to wail sorrowfully.

The four Japanese puppet agents who rushed over upon hearing the news were all shot in the center of their foreheads, and then they fell to the ground in disarray.

Once the seven sudden intruding Japanese puppet agents were completely eliminated, Wang Feng quickly called Liu Min, who was hiding in the wardrobe, and instructed her to retreat from the backyard of the courtyard. He handed her the address where he lived and the key to his door, while he himself planned to wait here for a while before retreating.

"Indeed, indeed. Team leader, in order to capture a few communist elements, we cannot sacrifice our own lives, can we?" Following this, there were scattered murmurs of agreement and complaints.

In a moment of urgency, Wang Feng disregarded everything else and quickly turned around, suddenly extending his two strong hands to lift Liu Min, who was standing in place, lost in thought and filled with sorrow.

Then, even though Wang Feng had performed simple treatment on his wound, the effect of the hemostasis was not very good. In this brief moment, due to excessive blood loss, he, who originally intended to pretend to faint, ended up making a blunder. With his eyes closed, he truly fainted on the spot, losing consciousness.

Unfortunately, before the leader of this Japanese puppet spy group could utter the name he had guessed in his heart, a bullet fired by Wang Feng struck him squarely in the center of his forehead with a "bang." Immediately, he reached out a hand to point at Wang Feng, and with a "thud," he fell heavily to the ground, leaning backward.

"You two go to the room in the north, you two are in the room on the east, the rest of you come with me to search the room in the west." After seeing that the brothers under him no longer spoke, the leader then instructed his subordinates to act separately.

When Wang Feng turned and walked to the side of the open door, he clearly heard a command from a small Japanese puppet officer not far outside: "Brothers, we have searched all the rooms in the front yard and found no accomplices of those two dead guys. Now, we must thoroughly search the rooms in the back yard. Once we discover any suspicious individuals, as long as they do not draw their guns to resist, you must leave them alive. Before we came out, Captain Zhao specifically instructed us that this operation must capture a few live ones to take back. Just now, we shot dead two old guys, so we must not fire recklessly next."

"In a little while, when I engage in a gunfight with them, you must cover your ears and keep your mouth shut. You absolutely cannot make any noise. If they discover you hiding in the wardrobe, it would be disastrous." Wang Feng, having felt the 1914 model pistol hanging from his belt, instantly transformed from a state of despair to one of complete confidence, and then, patting his chest, he confidently declared.

In less than three minutes, all seven of these Japanese puppet agents were killed by the seven bullets fired from Wang Feng's pistol, demonstrating his impeccable marksmanship

As a top-level investigator of national security, how could Wang Feng let such a golden opportunity slip by? He moved like a startled rabbit, akin to a cheetah lying in wait for its prey. In the blink of an eye, he darted out from behind the door and immediately fired two shots at the chests of the two unsuspecting Japanese and puppet agents in front of him. Before they could react, the two agents, struck in the chest, instantly spat blood and fell to the ground with a thud.

In Wang Feng's view, where rationality prevails, confronting these numerous Japanese puppet agents head-on would only be like striking a stone with an egg, which would not only expose himself but also cost him his life for nothing. Having just arrived in this Republic of China era for barely an hour, he certainly does not wish to stake his life and fortune here

However, the howling sound lasted for less than the time it takes to blink twice, and Wang Feng strode forward, aiming the handgun tightly held in his hand at the four agents rushing over, who were shouting "Team Leader," and fired four shots in quick succession.

At the command of the team leader, the subordinates who had just been grumbling fell silent. This was because they understood that the usually disorganized leader was a person who acted without reason during operations. If anyone disobeyed orders at a serious moment, they could very well end up with a serious consequence.

After Wang Feng pondered for a moment, he conceived a plan of self-inflicted injury. He quickly took out the silencer he had ready in his pocket and swiftly attached it to the muzzle of his pistol. Gritting his teeth, he aimed the gun at a less vascular area on the other side of his arm and fired a shot.

The leader of the Japanese puppet spy group, who was originally following two of his subordinates at a distance of two steps, was drenched in cold sweat upon witnessing the sudden killing of his two brothers by a person whose eyes and cheeks were covered with a white towel. In shock and fear, he quickly retreated two steps back

Moreover, he speculated that the agents from this group, who had approached without making any sound other than the sound of their footsteps, were disciplined and formidable, and that their combat effectiveness should not be underestimated. If he were to confront them head-on, Wang Feng felt he did not have complete confidence in being able to eliminate all these Japanese and puppet agents without exception