The reason why Fang Buwei was personally in charge of the Huabao newspaper office was because he found that among the three strongholds where the suspected Japanese spies were hiding, only the second floor of the Huabao newspaper office had an observation post.

The person who shows the heaviest weight is hidden in the Huabao newspaper office.

Except for Company Commander Song and the liaison officer who reported to Zhao Shirui, this team all followed Fang Buwei to the Huabao newspaper office.

didn't dare to guarantee whether he would encounter it after entering the door, Fang Buwei deliberately slowed down the speed and bought time for Zhao Shirui and Song Yingjie.

More than a dozen policemen laughed as if they were shopping on the street.

It's not about how much oil and water the chief will give him after this operation, or about where to go for fun after the money.

In fact, every member of the team pricked up their ears and listened to the arrangement.

"After entering the door, I still pretended to be playing the autumn breeze as before...... In groups of four, two groups stay on the first floor, and two groups go up to the second floor, clearing everyone first......

After everyone went downstairs, they heard me say, 'Come one by one', which is the password for action, the first three groups immediately do not hesitate, and the fourth group is responsible for guarding in case someone sneaks up from the tunnel entrance......"

"Sir, do you want to shoot directly?" Company Commander Song's deputy asked cautiously.

"If you don't shoot, are you waiting for the Japanese devils to shoot you?" Fang Buwei glanced at him: "Warning again, what is hidden inside is definitely an elite who has experienced a hundred battles, if you don't want to die, you will give Lao Tzu a twelve-point caution......"

Words like "Lao Tzu" came out of the mouth of Fang Buwei, who was dressed as an old pedant, giving the team members an extremely weird feeling.

It's weird when it's weird, it's better than losing your life.

The team members unanimously breathed a sigh of relief.

They didn't recognize Fang Buwei, who had put on makeup, they just thought he was really a nerd, and they were afraid that he didn't know how to command blindly and gave away the lives of his brothers in vain.

Before meeting the housekeeper, Fang Buwei really had the idea of whether to stay alive.

But after seeing the wound on the butler's knuckles, Fang Bu didn't dare to have any extravagant hopes.

Even if you sleep with a gun every day, don't think about grinding out such a large area of calluses for seven or eight years.

Think a little further, how many people has that butler killed?

You can imagine who is hidden in the tunnel.

I don't know how many people there are, let alone what weapons they have, so why don't you dare to keep your hands?

If you want to catch a live mouth, you have to fill it with human lives, and you may not be able to catch it, so it is better to raid as soon as you enter the door.

"Don't keep your hands, you can use grenades, but be careful not to accidentally get hurt!" Fang Buwei reminded again.

The team members nodded slightly.

The distance of more than ten meters is just there. Before entering the door, Fang Buwei first glanced up, and the dark whistle holding the telescope behind the window on the second floor quickly flashed behind the wall and lowered the curtain.

Fang Buwei looked behind him again, and the two teams behind him had arrived at the door of Dong's house, and the deputy chief of the Investigation Department of the National Police Agency was talking to Song Yingjie.

Two hundred meters away, a military truck stopped at the corner of the street, from which more than a dozen gendarmes jumped out, and they were working with the police to carry the horses and remove the steel wire.

A small car also turned in, Zhao Shirui jumped out of the car, pointed at Song Yingjie who was laughing from a distance, and the deputy chief of the investigation department and scolded: "What the hell do I do, what the hell do you still have time to talk about here?" You're not hungry, are you? ”

"Director, there are not a few left, and it will be over soon!" Song Yingjie nodded and replied, then turned around and scolded Fang Buwei, "You're fucking blind, didn't you see the director getting angry?" ”

"Yes!" Fang Buwei responded continuously, and quickly ran into the Huabao newspaper office.

The door to the newspaper office was wide open, and there were two people waiting for them.

"Routine check!" Fang Buwei threw out a piece of paper and shook it for a policeman next to him, "Let everyone go downstairs, we have to register the information!" ”

Fang Buwei took a pen and paper and stood in the center of the first floor and looked around.

"No problem, no problem!" A middle-aged man answered two sentences in a row, walked over quickly, grabbed the hand of the policeman holding the order, and slapped a few silver dollars in his hand: "A little meaning, please don't be too little, sir!" ”

"What the fuck are you calling Hanako?" The policeman reached out and threw all the silver dollars on the middle-aged man's head.

As soon as he saw the tone of the police, he knew that he was too little, and the middle-aged man covered his face and shouted upstairs: "Editor-in-chief, the police are here to check again!" ”

These silver dollars were just used to test the police.

With so many people, how can you divide these few dollars?

If the police pick it up, it means that there is something wrong with this team, and it is fake to take advantage of the opportunity to make money, and it is true that they are arrested.

As soon as the middle-aged man's words fell, someone upstairs answered.

Fang Buwei looked up and saw an old man and a young man appearing at the top of the stairs, just colliding with the two teams of players who went upstairs.

Fang Buwei glanced at it and recognized that the young one was the dark sentry who was standing behind the window with a telescope to observe.

"All downstairs and register the information!" A policeman shouted, pushed away the editor-in-chief, led his men up to the second floor, and checked room by room: "Hurry up, all go downstairs!" ”

Taro Komatsubara was pushed against the handrail of the stairs, and eight policemen passed in front of him in turn.

The uniforms are half-new, they are neatly dressed, with box guns stuck in their waists in the front, and submachine guns on their backs in the back.

Everyone's waists were bulging, and Komatsubara-Taro couldn't guess whether it was a magazine or a grenade.

Look at the seven or eight downstairs, they are also about the same equipment.

Well-armed, this is by no means an ordinary policeman.

But judging by their behavior, there is no difference from those police officers I have seen in the past?

Let's take a look first.

Taro Komatsubara gestured, and Hideo Tanitoshi, who was following behind, reached into his trouser pocket and grasped the handle of the gun.

More than a dozen policemen all cursed, urging all the people in the room to come out, and two of them deliberately threw the papers on the table all over the sky.

The next step is to throw away a camera or something?

According to the urine nature of the police of the Republic of China, it is not normal not to do this.

Komatsubara-Taro walked a few steps quickly, went downstairs in threes and twos, and ran in front of Fang Buwei.

The middle-aged man didn't look at it, and he didn't see that Fang Buwei was the leader.

"This gentleman, his subordinates are clumsy and neglect you, please don't blame!" As he spoke, a small bag of silver dollars arrived in Fang Buwei's hand.

Fang Buwei glanced at Taro Komatsubara, and secretly praised in his heart: Speaking Chinese is really good!

It seems that this is the head.

If you can leave this one alive, you won't be afraid of the others even if they all die......

Sure enough, even God was helping him and sent the big fish to him personally.

Fang Buwei was secretly calculating.

Seeing that Fang was not moving, Komatsubarara Taro was only too little, so he groaned for a while, and then took out a small yellow croaker from his sleeve and put it on top of the silver dollar.