After a long attack on Shanghai, the pretext of destroying the Republic of China in three months was blown away. At this time, the Japanese no longer concealed themselves and attacked civilian buildings in large numbers, such as Jinan University and Southeast Medical College in Zhenru. The former was half destroyed and the latter was completely destroyed.

Tongji University, Fudan University, and Chizhi College were all or mostly reduced to ruins by Japanese bombings and shelling. 14 higher education institutions in Shanghai were destroyed or occupied by the Japanese army.

Factory buildings that were finally built with great difficulty were also destroyed in batches, resulting in immeasurable economic losses. A large number of ancient buildings such as Longhua Temple, a famous scenic spot in western Shanghai, were damaged in the Japanese air raids, and countless Buddha statues in the temple were destroyed.

Not only are they wreaking havoc in the air, but the devils on the ground are even more ferocious.

The Japanese army killed and brutalized civilians and armed targets indiscriminately, causing countless lives to be devastated. Countless streets, towns, villages, schools, factories, shops, and temples were razed to the ground, and thousands of residents became refugees.

In Baoshan County alone, more than 10,000 people were shot, stabbed to death, burned, beheaded, and disemboweled. This clearly exposed the brutality of the Japanese.

A few days ago, the Japanese army suffered a defeat in Yinxiang Town, Yangshupu. They burned and killed them wantonly before retreating. When they exited Broadway Road, they burned the area around Dongyouheng Road, Tangshi Road, and Dongxihuade Road. The streets in the Yangshupu area were reduced to rubble.

These blood eucalyptus caused the death of thousands of people, and the corpses piled up in mountains, rotting and stinking, and finally caused the plague to breed and spread almost to the entire Shanghai.

The Japanese wanted to destroy the economy, industry, and cultural power of the Republic of China, and tried to scare away people who dared to resist with bloody killings, but this behavior was doomed to be in vain.

There is a Chinese saying that goes like a tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye.

Since Zuo Zhong issued the poisoning order, the Secret Service has achieved remarkable results. In the first attack, all Japanese students from three schools in the Hongkou area died. This is thanks to the Japanese habit of eating in groups.

The mixed poison made of ricin and cyanide is extremely lethal. As long as it is ingested, it is basically equal to death. If you want to survive, you must carry out rescue regardless of the cost, and the premise is that there are enough doctors.

The spies would naturally not make such a mistake. At the same time as they poisoned the school, several Japanese hospitals were attacked by dangerous goods, and dozens of doctors who had been trained for more than ten years were reduced to spare parts.

Without any worries, under the leadership of Song Minghao, operatives in Shanghai repeatedly poisoned condiments in water supply systems, restaurants, and markets, causing panic among the Japanese in the Hongkou area.

Over the past ten days, a total of 300 Japanese soldiers died after eating poisonous food after leaving the military camp. Thousands of ordinary Japanese people were killed and injured. For this reason, the Japanese government actually lodged a protest with the national government.

What is even more unexpected is that someone actually ordered to stop "illegal actions against civilians." After the order was passed to Shanghai, an angry Gui Youguang threw away his wig and wanted to fight the Japanese on the battlefield.

Fortunately, Song Minghao was mature and prudent and managed to control him. Otherwise, this guy would really be able to do things on the front line if he acted like a fool. But you can't blame him. Anyone who encounters this kind of thing will be angry.

The only good thing about this is that the Japanese have restrained some of their behavior in urban areas, but they still do what they should do outside the city. They have understood the fruit party's fear of making things worse.

The spies had no way to take revenge, so they could only vent all their anger and resentment on the traitors who surrendered to the enemy. They killed so many people on the beach in Shanghai that the price of obituary notices in newspapers doubled.

Zuo Zhong shook his head slightly. If the top is not strong, it will be useless no matter how hard the people below him try. After so many days of training, it is time for him to be discharged from the hospital, and it is time for Chang Yuqing to deal with it.

Thinking of this, he supported the armrests of the wheelchair with both hands and stood up slowly. He stopped He Yijun who wanted to come over to help him. He gritted his teeth and walked towards the ward step by step, his feet becoming more stable.

Just as Zuo Zhong was trying to walk again, the Hartung Garden located on Jing'an Temple Road in the public concession was bustling with activity. A charity banquet to raise funds for war refugees was being held.

This is the largest private garden in Shanghai. The owner of the garden is the famous real estate king, Judah wealthy businessman Hartung. The design of the garden is based on the Grand View Garden, and the scenery is excellent.

From the expansion in 1902 to the completion in 1910, it took 8 years and covered an area of ​​300 acres. It was called the Grand View Garden on the Sea. It was opened to the outside world after Hartung's death.

This charity banquet was co-sponsored by celebrities in the city, and all of them were well-known people. Chief Yu from Shanghai Special Market personally stood at the door to greet the banquet, chatting and laughing with a few people.

Among them are the boss of "Shen Shen", the editor-in-chief of "Times", a big reporter of "News", and a wealthy Chinese in the real estate industry.

Looking at the banquet hall in the garden with Japanese architectural features but a colonial-style balcony, expensive drinks and food are placed on a large round table for guests to take.

Under the melodious music, everyone was holding goblets filled with champagne and hugging each other. They were all in suits and ties, and had oily hair. There were more people speaking English than Chinese.

After Chief Yu and others entered the door, a man wearing glasses and a plaid suit walked out from the wall. He had an old wallet under his elbow. Every time he saw someone, the man nodded and bowed, handing out business cards one by one, asking questions as he did so.

Litigation?

It turned out that he was a lawyer soliciting business, but who knows how to litigate? This move made many customers frown.

When the guard at the gate saw this, he ran over and beat him away, beating and cursing him. The man's business card was scattered on the floor. Without daring to speak, he ducked into the alley next to him and escaped a good meal.

beat.

"Suna, bah, dogs look down on people."

The man cursed as he walked, spat, and came to the corner. He shook his head and looked around, his expression suddenly serious, and he took a few steps to a black car that was turned off.

After confirming that the area was safe, the man took off his glasses and disguise to reveal his true appearance. It was Zuo Zhong's old subordinate Wu Chunyang. Someone in the car saw him and quickly got out of the car and asked.

"Captain, hasn't the target come yet? The banquet is about to start. Will this guy run away because of the wind? If he doesn't come again, Xiaoliu won't be able to hold on anymore."

When Wu Chunyang heard this, he looked towards the driver's seat. A pale young man was leaning on the seat. Seeing him looking over, he forced a smile and trembled his lips, wanting to say something.

"The target is an old fox. He is cunning by nature. He has secretly defected to the Japanese this time. He will definitely be on guard against our assassination and will not be there until the banquet starts."

He explained to the person who asked, then opened the car door and grabbed the young man's cold right hand, speaking softly with red eyes.

"Xiao Liu, good brother, be patient and take the medicine. The target will be reached in a moment."

With that said, Wu Chunyang put a white pill into the other person's mouth.

"Commander... Chief, don't worry, I will definitely complete the task."

After the young man named Xiaoliu took the medicine, a strange red color flashed across his face, his breath became much calmer, he held the steering wheel firmly with both hands and made a serious promise.

But out of sight, streams of blood emerged from the wound on the upper right side of his abdomen and dyed the ground red. It was obvious that he had been seriously injured.

Wu Chunyang rubbed the other party's head and pretended to be relaxed: "I believe you are the first batch of elite soldiers from our department. A traitor will definitely not be able to stop you."

After he finished boasting, he was silent for a moment and looked into Xiao Liu's eyes: "If there hadn't been a problem passing the checkpoint, you wouldn't have been bitten by the patrol. Doctor Ling is in Shanghai, maybe..."

He violated the confidentiality order for the first time because he didn't want to watch his brother who had shared life and death together with him on so many missions die like this in front of him.

"No."

Xiaoliu interrupted him with a smile and covered the wound with his hand: "I was shot in the liver and can't be saved. Doctor Ling said during the training that you just let me fulfill this last wish.

In the end, all my family members are gone, so there is no need for pensions. The money will be left to brothers in need, but I am not willing to watch the Japanese perish. If you win, please don’t forget to tell me."

Speaking of this, Xiaoliu's eyes were full of hatred, and the wound was bleeding. The medicine made by the Japanese not only kept people excited, but also accelerated the flow of blood.

"Okay, I promise you."

Wu Chunyang knew that his family members were all killed by the Japanese, and the only purpose of living was revenge. Yes, what else do they have besides hatred now?

In terms of weapons, training, and even the determination of the top leaders, they were far behind the Japanese. They all said that victory was inevitable if the soldiers were defeated, but no one saw that behind this was the price of lives.

At this time, the person who had asked the question before ran over and reported in a low mood: "Chief, other brothers have received news. The target has appeared, and we will reach the predetermined location in two minutes."

"good."

Wu Chunyang showed pain on his face, and turned to look at Xiaoliu: "Brother, have a good journey, we will see you off, wait for us over there, and we will continue to beat those gangsters in the underworld together in the future."

After speaking, he stood up straight and saluted the other agent seriously, then turned his back and did not dare to look again. Tears finally burst out of his eyes and dripped down his face to the ground.

The sound of a car starting up sounded behind me, and soon it slowly faded away. I don't know how long it took before a dull loud noise came.

"Let's go to the French Concession. We must solve all the goals today."
Chapter completed!