socalfunplaces Chapter 142 The entire Mitter region is paralyzed.
Chapter 142 The entire Mitter region is paralyzed.
The last man raised his gun to fight back. He dodged behind the wall, grabbed a stone from the ground and smashed it into the man's wrist, causing the gun to fall to the ground. He then rushed forward and delivered a knee strike to the man's abdomen, followed by an elbow strike to the back of his neck, knocking the man unconscious on the spot.
Ignoring the fallen guard, Yan Shuo escorted Wang Wanqing and disappeared into the depths of the alley.
Behind them, flames began to rise from the MIT headquarters, and alarms and shouts mingled together; the telecommunications department had been largely destroyed.
Yan Shuo dragged Wang Wanqing to a large trash can, his eyes cold and sharp. He raised his hand and pointed the gun at Wang Wanqing's head. Wang Wanqing screamed in fright as the gun went off and she fell into the trash can.
When the Wang Jingwei regime's agents arrived, there was only a warm, fresh corpse; no one else was there.
Yan Shuo kicked Wang Wanqing's body deep into the trash can, wiped the bloodstains off his gun, and took advantage of the fact that the courtyard was empty while the agents were chasing him. He then turned around and sneaked back into the alley behind the Secret Service.
At this moment, alarms blared throughout the compound, searchlights swept back and forth, and guards rushed back and forth. However, due to the destruction of the telecommunications department and the interruption of communications, each area could only fight its own battle, resulting in chaos.
This is exactly the chaos he wanted.
He moved swiftly, using the shadows of the buildings as cover, with a clear objective: to eliminate the Secret Service's Operations Section, Intelligence Section, and the office of the head of the department, and to thoroughly gather core intelligence.
First, they made their way to the second-floor operations section.
Two guards at the entrance were on guard with their guns at the ready. Yan Shuo ducked and darted behind a pillar, raised his hand and fired two silenced shots. The guards fell to the ground.
He pushed open the door and entered. Inside, three officers from the operations department were frantically organizing documents. Upon seeing someone break in, they hurriedly reached for their guns.
Yan Shuo moved even faster, dodging the oncoming bullets by sidestepping them, stepping forward, and smashing the butt of his rifle into the temple of the leading officer, who fell straight down.
The remaining two men lunged at him from the left and right. He bent down to avoid the left fist, then struck the man's ribs with his elbow. At the same time, he kicked the man's right knee. Taking advantage of the moment the two men fell to the ground, he finished them off with a shot. His movements were swift and decisive.
He swept across the desk, taking away all the "Field Personnel Deployment List" and "Arrest Mission Record" from the Operations Section. He also took away documents that he didn't have time to look at carefully. Then he overturned the desk and chairs to block the aisle, delaying subsequent support.
Next up is the intelligence department on the third floor.
The head of the intelligence section was a middle-aged man wearing glasses. He was burning classified documents with two subordinates when he saw Yan Shuo barge in. He immediately drew his gun and fired.
Yan Shuo hid behind the door and threw a grenade he had taken from a guard. With a loud "boom," a hole was blown in the office wall, and three people fell to the ground and groaned in the flames.
He rushed in, fired a finishing shot at the still convulsing section chief, bent down and pulled the encrypted intelligence book from his pocket, then flipped through the mostly burned remnants of the documents to make sure nothing was missing. He then set fire to the remaining papers on the table, and the fire spread instantly.
Finally, there's the office of the head of the department on the top floor.
Zhang Cheng, the head of the Shanghai branch of the Wang Jingwei regime's secret service, was yelling into the phone, but the line was cut off and it was all in vain. Two bodyguards stood behind him.
Yan Shuo broke through the window and entered. The guards immediately raised their guns to fight back. He dodged the bullets and accurately shot the two men in the knees. The guards fell to their knees. He stepped forward and smashed their necks with two heavy elbows.
Zhang Cheng, terrified, shrank behind his desk and reached for his pistol in the drawer. Yan Shuo strode forward, grabbed him by the collar with one hand, and slammed him against the wall: "Where's the archives? Where's the key to the safe?"
Zhang Cheng clenched his teeth and refused to speak.
Yan Shuo's eyes turned cold, and he slammed the butt of his gun into Zhang Cheng's ribs. Zhang Cheng cried out in pain, but still stubbornly shook his head.
"Not going to talk?" Yan Shuo raised his hand and pressed the gun against his temple, his tone completely calm. "I have plenty of ways to make you talk, but I'm afraid you can't take it."
Looking at the ruthlessness in his eyes, Zhang Cheng finally couldn't bear the fear and pointed to the end of the corridor in a trembling voice: "The archives room is on the west side of the first floor. The security door is vault-level. Without the password and key, it can't be opened at all... and I don't have the key either."
Yan Shuo confirmed that he was not lying, so he directly shot Zhang Cheng to death, searched his office and took away the "Nanjing Headquarters Liaison Order", and then went straight to the archives room on the first floor.
Sure enough, a heavy alloy security door stood at the entrance of the archives room, resembling a vault.
Yan Shuo took out a crowbar and tried it, but the crowbar couldn't fit into the gap at all, and the door panel didn't budge.
He wasted no more time, took out high explosives, stuck them to the center of the door panel and the joints around it, connected the fuse, and piled up nearby tables and chairs at the doorway as a buffer.
He quickly retreated to the corner of the corridor, lit the fuse, and after a three-second countdown, a loud "boom" rang out. The explosive force, along with debris and smoke, swept in, directly blasting the security door apart. The door panels warped and popped up, and the shelves inside the archive room collapsed, scattering documents all over the floor.
Before the smoke and dust had cleared, Yan Shuo rushed in, ignoring the choking dust, and quickly searched for the core files.
He took away all of the following documents: "List of Secret Service personnel", "Complete record of recruiting defectors", and "Account book of material exchanges with Kodama Agency".
At this moment, the sirens of a Japanese patrol came from the outskirts of the Mite unit, clearly indicating that the sound of explosives had attracted reinforcements.
Yan Shuo didn't linger. He turned around and climbed out through the side door on the first floor. His movements were as swift as a cheetah, and he darted into the depths of the alley.
Behind them, flames soared into the sky above the MIT building, with explosions, alarms, and shouts mingling together. The entire building was showing signs of collapse due to the impact of the explosives and the spread of the fire.
Yan Shuo didn't look back, his figure quickly disappearing into the dark night of Shanghai, leaving behind only a mess of the Wang Jingwei regime's secret service.
From the telecommunications department to all core departments, from cadres to archives, he not only wiped them out but also completely destroyed the foundation of this bizarre department, leaving no chance for a comeback.
Most of the people leaving after get off work were from the lower levels. They didn't know many secrets. If the core senior management of this branch were all killed, then this branch was basically useless. New cadres wouldn't last even a month or two. This department, hehe, is no good.
Without looking back, he walked briskly, winding through several narrow alleys, and finally arrived at a safe house that had been reserved in advance.
This was a small attic, his little hideout for carrying out covert missions in Shanghai.
Yan Shuo locked the door behind him and drew the curtains.
He spread all the seized documents on the wooden table, smoothed out the wrinkles and dusted them off one by one, then found a clean cloth to wipe his hands clean before settling down to sort through and study them page by page.
Destroying the MIT department tonight is only the first step; the real key is the hidden defections and lurking enemy agents concealed in these documents.
The first thing to unfold was half a charred encrypted ledger, its edges curled and blackened with charcoal, yet the records of telegrams were still clearly visible. The label on the title page indicated that this was the secret service's contact book for receiving defectors.
Yan Shuo picked up the ledger, traced the words, and his gaze gradually turned cold.
The first page is marked with "Lu Mingyuan", whose identity is a lieutenant colonel in the Military Supplies Department of the Kuomintang Military Affairs Department. He is responsible for the allocation of military supplies in the Fifth and Third War Zones and has core data on the supply routes of food and ammunition to the front lines.
The ledger details that Lu Mingyuan was being held hostage by the Secret Service's intelligence department due to his high gambling debts. For three months, he continued to leak military supply plans and even arranged to hand over the "Fifth War Zone Spring Supply Plan" at the Jing'an Temple Cafe in western Shanghai at 8 p.m. three days later. He then officially defected to the Wang Jingwei regime's controlled area.