"Those aren't drunkards, they're all devils! Just now, so many devils were killed!" the man said excitedly, as if he himself had taken action.

The woman strained her eyes, but still couldn't see clearly.

However, she could see the helmets on the heads of the "drunkards" lying on the ground, some of which had rolled onto the street.

Under the dim yellow streetlights, the helmets were just a dark mass, not very clear.

They were completely different from their usual arrogant selves when they stood on the street.

"One, three, three, four..." The woman tried to count, wanting to know exactly how many devils were lying there.

Perhaps she was too excited, but she couldn't get a specific number, and kept counting seventeen over and over again.

She tried for a long time, but still couldn't count clearly.

"The sky is falling! So many devils are dead! The sky will definitely fall. Don't look anymore, let's go to bed!" the woman finally gave up, muttering to herself.

She then dragged the man to bed, and this time he didn't resist.

He seemed to have watched the best show in the world, or eaten a sumptuous meal, and was already satisfied.

Back in bed, holding the woman, listening to the gunshots outside, he finally closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

First Platoon Leader Mo Wen had just led his team to ambush the unprepared Japanese military police. Before the ambush, he had arranged to seize the Japanese cars, whether they needed them or not, as a precaution.

Now, the three motorcycles and two troop carriers they had seized had been driven into the No. 76 compound.

First Company Commander Zhen Jianshu had already notified Meng Qilue, the company commander fighting inside the compound, that two troop carriers had been seized outside.

When Company Commander Meng Qilue received the notification, Lin Fan also received the same notification: the Special Operations Brigade had carefully prepared for this attack on No. 76.

Each platoon was equipped with a walkie-talkie, allowing for timely command and control between platoons.

The entire team now knew that the people rescued from the dungeon had difficulty moving, and couldn't escape far without suitable transportation.

Lin Fan now also needed transportation to go to the treasure vault and seize the ill-gotten gains that No. 76 had acquired through trickery and coercion.

However, the traitors and spies inside No. 76 were still resisting, not yet accepting reality.

Wu Xiaobao was one such person. He had received a report that the dungeon had been breached, and the prisoners were likely to escape.

The spy reporting the news was still worried, but Wu Xiaobao said dismissively, "They won't be able to run far, don't worry about those who have been tortured.

The immediate priority is to eliminate those who have rushed in."

There were quite a few spies living in the No. 76 compound. They were usually imposing when arresting people, but today, facing the soldiers of the Special Operations Brigade, they were like mice seeing a cat, getting shot with every move they made.

It was now late at night, and even with the bright illumination rounds hanging in the sky, it wasn't easy for the Special Operations Brigade soldiers to spot these spies if they hid motionless in their rooms.

But these spies were used to being arrogant, and still treated the people who had rushed in today as ordinary heroes from the jianghu.

Little did they know that those who had rushed in today weren't ordinary people at all, but a group of battle-hardened soldiers. These spies, who hadn't undergone formal training, were like ice meeting boiling water when they encountered these soldiers who had come out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and disappeared in an instant. Wu Xiaobao was still desperately ordering his men to quickly stop the team that had just come out of the dungeon and was rushing towards the treasure vault.

In his opinion, this team was completely surrounded by his men, making it a good opportunity to wipe them out.

As for the group that had just broken into the middle courtyard, he would leave them to the Japanese reinforcements.

Wu Xiaobao's idea wasn't bad, but the two company commanders of the Special Operations Brigade didn't cooperate. First Company Commander Zhen Jianshu had already wiped out the first Japanese squad that had come to reinforce outside.

Second Company Commander Meng Qilue had now roughly swept through the entire front courtyard, and was now advancing towards the middle courtyard.

Lin Fan didn't pay much attention to the spies on the left and right. His main direction of attack wasn't the middle courtyard to join up with Meng Qilue's main force. He wanted to go to the treasure vault first and see if there really were thousands of kilograms of gold, as the traitor had said.

The entire reconnaissance platoon moved quickly. Even those who had just struggled out of the dungeon now displayed amazing endurance, following closely behind the soldiers.

Some people would pick up a gun and a few magazines to defend themselves when passing the bodies of spies lying on the ground.

Gui Shiyun also stopped when passing the corpse of a guard, picking up a gun and a magazine.

Seeing all the soldiers who had been following her stop and wait for her, she said apologetically to the soldiers, "I want to find a gun to defend myself."

After coming out of the dungeon and walking this distance, she had recovered from her initial panic. Her reporter's instinctive desire to interview resurfaced, and she asked a soldier next to her, "Who are you people?"

"Special Operations Brigade!" This name was both familiar and strange to Gui Shiyun. She seemed to have heard the name somewhere, but couldn't quite remember it.

She said hesitantly, "I think I've heard your name before, but I can't remember. Who asked you to come when you called my name when you came in?"

This wasn't a secret in the two companies involved in the operation. The soldier said, "Boss Dai asked our brigade commander to take action. The brigade commander stopped everything else to come here from Jurong."

You Jinglun, who was being dragged along, now realized that it was the legendary team today.

Special Operations Brigade! So it was them!

Gui Shiyun also remembered, so it was them! She quickly asked, "Is your brigade commander here too?"

"Our brigade commander is at the very front!" The soldier's tone was full of pride.

"Ah! Brigade Commander Lin's health is so precious, and he still came to Shanghai to save me? How can I bear this?" Gui Shiyun said excitedly.

But she was thinking: I've never met this brigade commander before. He's risking his life to save me, is Boss Dai's face so big? He can actually get a powerful figure like a regional warlord to personally risk his life to save me?

Their conversation was heard by those who had come out of the dungeon. Some of these people knew about the Special Operations Brigade, and were happy: as long as they went to Jurong with them, even the Japanese wouldn't be able to catch them.

Some people were also thinking about whether they should reveal their identities, so that the Special Operations Brigade would take them away.

Lin Jue had now seen that these people who had rushed in were really attacking the spies. The scene of them shooting the spies in the head was too shocking.

If No. 76 was really acting, then the price they were paying today was too high.

Along the way, Lin Jue had seen at least forty or fifty spies fall into pools of blood. Seeing the weapons on the ground being picked up by his fellow prisoners, some people had already fired a few shots into the darkness in retaliation.

Proving that the weapons were real. Could these people really be from the Special Operations Brigade?

Lin Jue was of course aware of the No. 76 compound, and he knew even more the difficulty of attacking it. Many of the warriors who rushed in every few days were sent by Boss Dai.

Those people had never succeeded, but today's group seemed to want to wipe out No. 76.

Lin Fan led the reconnaissance platoon to the treasure vault, ordered the entire platoon to establish a defense line, and then had You Jinglun lead them to find the treasure vault.

The so-called treasure vault was actually a basement, just a row of three or four rooms. The gold was stored in iron boxes.

There were also some pearls and jewelry in this room. Lin Fan's eyes were good, and even in the light of the torches, he saw bloodstains on the jewelry, knowing where these things came from, similar to the Japanese looting.

He felt even more hatred for the spies of No. 76: these spies weren't worthy of being called humans, they were accomplices of the tiger, and were even more vicious to the Chinese people than the Japanese.

Lin Fan ordered, "Take all of this away." The other rooms were filled with porcelain, calligraphy, paintings, and cash.

"Take it all away, don't leave anything behind." After giving the order, he used the walkie-talkie to order Meng Qilue, "We're in the southeast corner of the backyard, drive the cars over here."

Lü San had only joined Li Shiqun's team for less than a month, and he had always wanted to find an opportunity to climb up. But there were too many people with the same idea, and there was no opportunity for him to show himself.

Tonight, Li Shiqun had gathered so many people to go to No. 76 to encircle and suppress those who dared to rush into the compound.

Lü San's heart began to stir: this was an opportunity. If he could be brave tonight, he might catch Captain Li's eye, and his rise to prominence would be just around the corner.

Among the nearly two thousand people, he wasn't the only one with this idea. Before they even reached the street of No. 76, they could already hear gunshots and explosions.

They could also see the illumination rounds in the sky, slowly falling down. Everyone became excited, and charged forward even more excitedly.

At this moment, the people at the front saw the bodies of Japanese military police lying scattered on the ground.

These people didn't pay much attention to the bodies, they stepped over them and continued to charge forward.

Platoon Leader Mo Wen had already sent the cars into No. 76 and was guarding here with his team. Seeing such a large group of hooligans charging over with sticks,

Without thinking, just looking at their appearance, they were definitely not good people. Six newly captured Japanese machine guns, and two heavy machine guns moved out of the No. 76 bunker were ready.

These machine guns had been hungry and thirsty for a long time. Platoon Leader Mo Wen gave an order, "Fire!"

This time, only six light machine guns and two heavy machine guns opened fire. The platoon's own submachine guns didn't fire.

Platoon Leader Mo didn't know how long the next battle would last, so he wanted to save ammunition. As for the captured weapons, they were extra supplies and could be used at will.

The machine guns swept the hooligans who were eager to show themselves in front of Li Shiqun, and immediately stunned them.

These people had never imagined that they would be subjected to such intense gunfire. When they usually fought, the two sides would at most exchange fire with a few pistols.

Those who were hit by bullets could only consider themselves unlucky. Pistols weren't powerful, and as long as you weren't afraid of death, you could charge in for close combat with a large number of people.

Now, although these hooligans were numerous, they were retreating steadily under the machine gun fire. Whether they retreated or not, the situation was about the same.

The people at the front fell like harvested wheat, row after row, revealing the people behind, who continued to fall row after row.

They had come with enthusiasm, quickly, but when they wanted to escape, they were squeezed too tightly and couldn't escape at all.

The dense gunfire startled the sleeping man and woman who had just returned to bed again. This time, the woman got up, put on her clothes, and hid behind the window, watching quietly.

After only one glance, she whispered, "Husband! Come and take a look!"

The man walked to her side and looked out, almost jumping up in shock, "Too amazing."

His tone was full of admiration. They saw thousands of hooligans, crying and screaming, throwing away the broadswords and sticks in their hands, and running away on all fours.

The bodies piled up on the street were stacked on top of each other, very frightening.

Li Shiqun and Wu Sibao watched their retreating men, and after hearing them describe the scene in front, they were both shocked and angry, and also a little relieved.

Relieved that they weren't in the compound tonight, otherwise, things would have been bad.

After hearing that dozens of Japanese corpses had fallen on the street in front, Li Shiqun shrank back in fear, and looked around nervously, "Who are these people?"

Wu Sibao didn't know either, and also asked, "Who are these people?"

Li Shiqun anxiously ordered the driver, "Go to the military police!" He had already thought of a way to stay in the military police station, and he would be safe.

At the same time, he could also justify it publicly: he was going to discuss countermeasures. Before leaving, he didn't forget to instruct Wu Sibao, "Sibao! You command here, let the brothers charge! I don't believe it, with tens of thousands of us, we can't take back our own nest.

You don't have to rush up, just command here. I'm going to the military police to find the Taijun."

Commanding here, he said it twice, believing that Wu Sibao could understand his good intentions. Wu Sibao of course understood his master's meaning, and immediately said, "I'll be here, I won't go anywhere."

Li Shiqun's car had only driven five hundred meters when it encountered a large group of Japanese military police running over. He didn't stop, but drove straight past and went to the military police station.

Platoon Leader Mo didn't pursue the hooligans relentlessly, but ordered them to stop after driving them away.

In less than five minutes, another group of dark figures came from the front. This time, their movements were much more careful. They felt their way along the shadows on the side of the street.

Without looking closely, just looking at their movements, Mo Wen said, "Everyone pay attention, the Japanese are coming this time, they've suffered a loss, so they're being more careful."

He was the reconnaissance platoon leader, and observed the enemy's movements very carefully, immediately seeing the difference between this group of enemies and the rabble just now.

The soldiers of the entire reconnaissance platoon also saw that this group of enemies was well-trained, and each of them concentrated on aiming.

This group of enemies obviously wouldn't rush over in a swarm, so machine guns wouldn't be very effective against them, and precise shots were the way to go.

The Japanese troops of the Uehara Saburo Company hadn't reached No. 76 when they ran into the hooligans fleeing in panic.

They learned from them that there was someone blocking the road ahead, and that they were using machine guns to block the road. Continuing to walk a distance forward, they saw the bodies lying on the ground, and blood had already flowed into a stream on the street.

These Japanese soldiers were also a little nervous. They didn't dare to continue marching in the middle of the street, but quietly sneaked into the shadows on both sides of the street, groping forward.

Sergeant Katō Akikichi was at the very front of the team. Just as he poked his head out, he saw a flash of fire in front of him.

He fell headfirst, not even hearing the "bang" of the gunshot. The gunshot was heard after he fell.

Next, "Bang! Bang! Bang!" The gunshots continued, and the Japanese soldiers at the front fell one after another.

The vanguard Kitō 47 squad died more than a dozen Japanese soldiers without firing a single shot. The remaining Japanese soldiers were immediately frightened.

They hid in the darkness, not daring to continue searching forward.