my scientific age

Chapter 164 298 million!
Yuan Wenhui thought for a while, but without thinking, he shook his head: "Forget it, it's none of my business, I just need to be a good dog, anyway, I can eat and drink with the Japanese..."

"Squeak!" Suddenly, the high-speed Buick car braked suddenly, and a sharp and harsh friction sound came out. The huge inertia caused everyone in the car to lean forward suddenly, losing their balance, and Yuan Wenhui even slammed into the passenger. driving seat.

"Fuck, what's going on?!" The cigar fell to the ground, Yuan Wenhui felt a little dizzy, and scolded while covering his head.

"Help Master, there are a few stone piers suddenly appearing in front of you, you can't get around..." The driver was sweating profusely and quickly explained.

Several huge stone piers were placed on the road several meters away from the front of the car.

"Shidun?" Yuan Wenhui heard that and felt that something was wrong, and an inexplicable sense of crisis appeared in his heart.

Before he could react, suddenly, an orange-red fire appeared in the dark corner on the right side of the car, and in an instant, a sense of extreme danger came to him, which was Yuan Wenhui's unique ability to predict danger.

However, the speed of human nerve reaction can never be faster than bullets!

A 7.92mm metal warhead shot out like an arrow from a string, flew at high speed along the predetermined trajectory, crossed the last distance, easily penetrated the fragile window glass, and hit Yuan Wenhui's head.

The high-speed spinning bullet sank into the forehead, rolled frantically, and directly tore the cerebral cortex tissue, smashing the entire brain like a meat grinder, and then the huge kinetic energy made the bullet continue to fly, hitting the back of the brain, penetrating the brain and flying away. Large, hard head bone.

Blood splattered everywhere, and countless brain tissues that carry out neural reflexes flooded the interior of the car.

Yuan Wenhui didn't feel any pain, his eyes went black, and he lost consciousness forever.

"Oh!"

Then, the loud gunshot came.

Light is faster than bullets, and bullets are faster than sound.

Immediately afterwards, a Czech light machine gun that had been in ambush and the fire teams on the left and right sides suddenly opened fire, and fired wildly at the entire Buick. Countless bullets shot out, attacking the car like a torrential rain, tearing the door and destroying the waiting. The rest of the people in the car.

No surrender, no surrender.

Action requirements - kill them all!
The remaining gang members in the Buick car were attacked by crossfire from left and right, and they had no ability to resist.

In front of the professional army that conducts combat training day after day, these gangs who show off their power on weekdays are no different from vulnerable children.

The hoeing battle ended soon. The leader of the action team in charge of the second ambush point signaled a ceasefire, then left the bunker and quickly ran to the Buick in the middle of the road. Several team members followed closely with Mauser pistols and stayed around to monitor the battlefield.

There are a total of two ambush points, one is located on the main road leading to the concession from the Baihualou Ballroom, and the other is located on the main road leading to the headquarters of the Qing Gang.

"Confirm the killing of Yuan Wenhui, immediately notify the first action team to retreat, we will retreat." The action team leader opened the rear row full of bullet holes to check the identity characteristics of the first person, gold teeth, gold necklace, blue dragon tattoo and appearance. , after completing the battlefield assessment and confirming the identity of the second target, immediately issued a withdrawal order.

One hit, and quickly retreated.

The entire attack process was smooth and smooth, without the slightest drag.

Different from the backward and ignorant image of the anti-Japanese drama on TV, the real Eighth Route soldiers in history have experienced countless battles and long marches, and have long since honed their fighting skills beyond ordinary people. They are smart and alert, and know when to do and what to do. what to do when.

On May 1937, 5, at 2:1 in the morning, Yuan Wenhui, the leader of the Tianjin Youth Gang, was shot and killed, ending the life that has not been enjoyed and the crimes that have not yet been carried out.

Green Gang headquarters.

"Bang bang bang!"

The gunshots symbolizing death continued, resounding inside and outside the headquarters of the Green Gang. Deadly and hot bullets flew at high speed, penetrating the surface tissue of the human body, and tumbling caused a deadly cavity effect. And the gang of Mauser pistols were wildly harvested like rice.

The god of death showed a hideous and amiable face, made a trembling voice, and frantically wielded an extremely sharp sickle.

Fighting groups marched alternately, covering each other with firepower. Czech light machine guns suppressed firepower. Some of the small leaders were smart, knowing that there was only a dead end in this way, and tried to use the terrain to build a line of defense.

However, in front of the professional army, all this is in vain, and these gangs are not much better than unarmed children.

Ten minutes later, the gunfire in the Qinggang headquarters building disappeared, and the clearing battle was declared over. Twelve soldiers of the action team were slightly injured, and more than 10 people in the Qinggang headquarters were wiped out.

"Clean up the battlefield as quickly as possible."

As the top commander of the operation, Xinghuo glanced at the Qing Gang headquarters filled with gunpowder smoke, and looked at the corpses of the gang members lying on the ground. There was no pity or sympathy in his eyes, and he issued an order to clean up the battlefield.

These people are either rapists or help the Japanese pass information, and Xinghuo really can't find any reason for them to live.

The order was issued, and a famous soldier quickly got busy, picking up weapons and ammunition, and cleaning up all valuable items. At the same time, a team of soldiers from the action team went to the basement according to the information, and successfully found the vault belonging to the Qing Gang in the basement.

"My dear... I've made a fortune, hurry up and notify the chief immediately." The gate of the vault was opened, and several soldiers stepped into the vault. When they saw the inside of the vault, they were instantly stunned. The squad leader's eyes were full of joy, and he shouted excitedly.

got rich.

Yes, indeed made a fortune.

Silver dollars like hills were piled up on the ground of the treasury, and there were golden bars on the cabinet next to it, which had a great visual impact.

It has to be said that several soldiers have never dreamed of this scene in front of them.

In the entire vault, there are the wealth that Yuan Wenhui has accumulated over the years of running the Youth Gang, as well as a large amount of funds that have not yet been handed over to the Pu'an Association. After inquiring about the internal situation of the vault, Xinghuo immediately organized all the manpower to focus on cleaning up the Qing Gang's treasury. of all money.

……

At dawn, the sky is slightly bright.

When the whole city of Tianjin was shocked by Yuan Wenhui and the Qing Gang, in the suburban manor.

"After careful counting by logistics comrades, the total amount of silver dollars is 298 yuan, 7000 small yellow croakers, 150 large yellow croakers, 60 medium-sized rifles, 20 Mauser pistols, and some ammunition. The above are all materials and money harvested for this operation. In the main room, a young man about 30 or 27 years old stood in a military posture, his facial features were correct and handsome, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was holding a newly released material list document, reporting the total gains of the operation.

There was silence in the hall.

The professor who stayed up all night, smoking the cheapest cigarette, was silent about the total harvest of this operation, and so did Ocean and Spark.

"Okay, hard-working comrades." Exhaling a puff of smoke and extinguishing the cigarette butt, the professor said to the young man.

"It's not hard." The young man smiled and turned to leave.

"It's hard to imagine that a small gang can have so much wealth. The silver dollar alone is nearly 300 million yuan, dozens of times richer than our northern part, let alone gold bars... I really can't imagine , How many outrageous things did Yuan Wenhui and the Green Gang do to have so much savings." The professor said slowly as the total harvest echoed in his mind.

Xinghuo and Ocean knew the meaning and remained silent.

(End of this chapter)