allonlinenovel Chapter 66 Traditional Well-Behaved Ladies 40
Chapter 66 Traditional Well-Behaved Ladies 40
Nakamura had tortured many Chinese people in the past. He enjoyed their screams of agony in his hands and the indomitable and desperate look in their eyes as they died, which always made his blood boil.
But when he became the one being abused, Nakamura realized just how painful it all was.
With both arms shot, he had no chance to retaliate and could only look at the couple who had deceived him for years with despair and hatred.
"That's exactly the look in your eyes." Ling Yi's eyes crinkled into a smile. "I really like it."
Just as Nakamura was suppressing the protesting students and firing at them, Ling Yi saw the same look in the eyes of those children.
At the time, she could only watch from the sidelines, her heart breaking.
The gunshot rang out again, this time landing on Nakamura's leg.
Ling Yi coldly watched him roll on the ground and said softly, "I've heard that villains die from talking too much. People who ramble on before killing never have a good ending."
“But I can’t bear to see Mr. Nakamura die without knowing why.” Ling Yi fired another shot into the other barrel without blinking, “I will make sure you die knowing why, as a way of thanking you for your help over the years.”
"This shot was fired for those patriots."
"This shot was for those innocent girls."
"This shot, this shot is for those students who have not yet grown up."
"..."
Shot after shot, Ling Yi emptied Nakamura's magazine without blinking.
Until the very last moment, she never fired a shot at a vital organ.
She wanted Nakamura to bleed to death, and for him to watch helplessly as his precious possessions slipped away from him.
Nakamura's mangled body convulsed on the ground. He watched helplessly as Ling Yi walked towards the hidden compartment where he had concealed confidential documents, watched Wen Zhao summon a group of people to move his treasures away, watched them leave the house empty, and watched the room burst into flames.
At this moment, Shanghai was in complete chaos. No one cared about the fire, nor did anyone care about Nakamura's life or death.
Several underground personnel who had only made contact with Wen Zhao that day looked at the raging fire behind them, silently and with complicated emotions, at the couple.
The couple used to be so infamous in Shanghai that even dogs would spit at them, and the anti-traitor squad had even planned to assassinate this scourge.
Therefore, one can imagine how surprised they were when Wen Zhao approached them.
If Wen Zhao hadn't accurately given the rendezvous code and clearly presented the token, they wouldn't have believed that this couple were actually on their side, even if they had their heads chopped off.
After a wave of disbelief, what followed was admiration.
Such high-ranking individuals have gathered far more intelligence than the people in the past could imagine. The mysterious warnings that suddenly appeared next to comrades about to be exposed in the past also have a source.
They are absolute unsung heroes and the absolute elite of underground work.
In the past, some comrades had condemned Wen Zhao, a major smuggler, for manipulating goods and making a fortune.
But now it's clear that he wasn't making money at all; he was risking his life to deliver supplies to the front lines!
Ling Yi and Wen Zhao had gotten used to the complicated looks from their comrades over the past few days, and at this moment they were asking a comrade who was a merchant to transport these things out of Shanghai without any psychological burden.
Wen Zhao's lines are currently operating at full capacity to transport industrial machinery that is supposedly destined for the southwest.
As for where it was actually sent, only he knows.
Bang bang bang!
On their way home, they heard continuous gunfire again.
The passersby were only slightly alarmed, and then continued their hurried pace.
“They’re from the Military Intelligence Bureau.” Ling Yi glanced at a young man out of the corner of her eye and spoke softly.
Over the years, with her photographic memory, she has memorized the faces of all the underground workers in the city, monitoring their every move like an invisible camera.
Those underground workers who have managed to persist in the complex situation of Shanghai and still maintain their fighting capacity are all outstanding warriors.
Regardless of their stance, they are still soldiers fighting for their country.
Unfortunately……
The harder they work, the richer the Southwest couple and their family will become.
In the distance, the Military Intelligence Bureau's action team, having once again eliminated a wave of Japanese spies, withdrew without hesitation and headed for the next battlefield, their fighting spirit higher than ever before.
The war has been won; now all they have to do is clean the house and get rid of the unwelcome guests.
Those guys, no matter what their purpose is in staying here, must die!
"Gun." Ling Yi suddenly spoke as she watched their retreating figures.
Without any hesitation, Wen Zhao handed his sidearm to Ling Yi.
The next moment, the car window opened, and a dark gun muzzle was pointed at an operative who was about to leave.
"Watch out!" his companion cried out in alarm.
At the same time, a bullet fired from the barrel and struck a long-robed man behind the operative who was fleeing like any other passerby.
With a single shot to the head, the man collapsed to the ground, twitched a few times, and then lost consciousness.
"This……"
The operative glanced at the withdrawn gun barrel and rushed to the man to search him.
When a Southern pistol appeared in front of him, he cursed, "Damn it, a fish that slipped through the net!"
This guy watched his companion die right in front of him without making a single mistake. His methods and mentality must be those of a big fish!
If it weren't for someone's help, he might have really gotten away with it.
He watched the car's rear end disappear from sight and murmured, "How did they find out?"
"Who cares? Anyone who can kill Japanese people is a friend!" His companion tugged at him and led him to the next battlefield.
Ling Yi returned the gun, still reeking of gunpowder, to Wen Zhao, her eyes crinkling into a smile: "Your mind is clear now."
After hiding and practicing for so many years, her marksmanship finally found a purpose, and she no longer had to look at those beasts without being able to fire.
Wen Zhao could feel her relaxation emanating from within, and he smiled back, saying, "Good marksmanship."
"I am over-flattered!"
The couple smiled and praised him, their relaxed and carefree demeanor completely out of place in this city filled with fear, and also in stark contrast to Wen Jingshan, who had been waiting for his son until he was stomping his feet in frustration!
"What kind of time is this to still be laughing!" Wen Jingshan no longer carried his pretentious walking stick. He paced back and forth in the living room. After seeing Wen Zhao and his wife, he first breathed a sigh of relief, and then began to scold them.
"The Japanese are gone, how can I not be smiling?" Wen Zhao raised an eyebrow, his smile widening.
"Foolish! What good will it do us if the Japanese leave?" Wen Jingshan sneered.
His over the years of overtures to Japan and his condemnations of the Southwest had long since offended that petty, partisan man. Now that the Japanese are gone, his backer is gone too. That guy will surely tear him apart!