dhibooks Chapter 262 Bloodstained Cleanup in the Concession
Chapter 262 Bloodstained Cleanup in the Concession
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On a clear morning along the Huangpu River, the smell of gunpowder instantly overpowered the fragrance of the soil.
"when!"
The piercing roar of the anti-tank rifle still echoed in the air, sending dust swirling down from the distant clock tower.
"Baka yarou! This... how is this possible?!"
Inside the clock tower, sniper Nojima stared intently through his binoculars, his face contorted with rage.
Through the telescope, the screen in front of the mahogany podium had been flipped open to the sides, revealing a thick, heavy metal bulletproof steel plate inside.
The seemingly indestructible 13.2mm armor-piercing round only left a faint white mark on it.
"The target is still alive! Nojima, pull the bolt immediately! Reload!"
The observer beside him roared urgently, his voice trembling.
However, before Nojima could even place his right hand on the bolt, a blinding tongue of fire blazed in the void opposite him.
"Bang!"
Four hundred meters away, Chen Jiajun's snipers were already in position on the high ground.
The 7.92mm Mauser bullet tore through the void in an instant, precisely piercing the gap in the clock tower's shutters.
"puff!"
The bullet shattered Nojima's scope on the right side, carrying glass shards and violent kinetic energy, and pierced through his skull.
Nojima didn't even have time to scream before he fell straight backward, leaving a striking red stain of blood on the wall.
"Nojima! Damn it! We've been exposed!"
The observer, staring at the corpse on the ground, turned deathly pale and grabbed the handset, screaming:
"Section Chief! Sniping attempt failed! The enemy is on guard! There's an ambush here!"
"What?!"
On the other end of the phone, Hideo Inoue's hoarse voice was full of disbelief:
"Those are armor-piercing rounds designed to hit tanks! How could they not penetrate them?!"
"It's a steel plate! Chen Zijun blocked an entire armored steel plate in front of the podium! Nojima has already been killed by the enemy!"
The observer shouted wildly as he retreated hastily towards the clock tower stairs.
"Damn it! Retreat! Everyone retreat!"
Hideo Inoue was utterly enraged and yelled into the microphone.
But by this time, the area beneath the clock tower had already become a bloody battlefield.
"Da da da! Da da da!"
Dozens of MP18 submachine guns simultaneously spat fire, and a dense barrage of bullets completely enveloped the street below the clock tower like a storm.
"Don't move! This is a special operations operation! Anyone who resists will be shot on the spot!"
The commander of Chen's special forces battalion, along with dozens of elite soldiers, armed with German-made rifles with bayonets fixed, surrounded the clock tower with menacing intent.
"This is the International Settlement! You have no right to fire here!"
Several police officers from the concession police station and several Chinese businessmen dressed in black rushed over, waving their batons and shouting.
"Get out of here!"
The company commander of the special operations battalion leading the team suddenly raised his rifle butt and smashed it hard into the face of the leading corrupt policeman:
"Take one more step, and I'll riddle you all with bullets!"
"Snap! Snap!"
Dozens of submachine guns and rifles simultaneously pulled back their bolts, their dark muzzles pointed directly at the heads of the patrol officers.
The foreign police officers and corrupt cops, upon seeing the other party's dark green German-style military uniform and the gleaming bayonet, were so frightened that their legs went weak and they obediently raised their hands above their heads.
"The young marshal has ordered that today, within the foreign concession, the Chen family army is the law!"
The special operations battalion company commander snorted coldly and waved his hand:
"Go up there and drag all the rats out!"
Meanwhile, at the entrance of an alley two streets away from the clock tower.
A black sedan was reversing wildly, its tires screeching violently against the ground, its ear-piercing screams echoing through the narrow alley.
"Section Chief, the intersection ahead is blocked by Chen Jiajun's trucks!"
The driver was sweating profusely and frantically turning the steering wheel.
Sitting in the back seat, Hideo Inoue's face was so dark it was almost dripping with gloom.
"Take the back road! Retreat to the inner safe house of the concession police station!"
However, just as the car backed into another alley, a reckless Chen family army armored vehicle crashed through the stone archway at the alley entrance, blocking the retreat route.
"Bang bang bang!"
Without hesitation, the machine gunner on the armored vehicle pressed the fire control trigger.
The MG34 machine gun roared like it was tearing through linen, and a dense stream of metal bullets swept across the car body in an instant.
The car windows were shattered into pieces, and the car body was riddled with bullet holes.
"Get out of the car! Fight them!"
Hideo Inoue roared, kicked open the car door, and drew his Nambu pistol to retaliate.
"Da da da!"
The plainclothes military intelligence officers, who had been lying in ambush on both sides of the alley, were already in position, and their MP18 submachine guns were ready to fire.
"what!"
Several flowers of blood instantly bloomed on the driver's chest, and he slumped onto the steering wheel without uttering a sound.
Two plainclothes Special Higher Police agents who attempted to resist were riddled with bullets and fell heavily into the mud.
"Baka!"
Hideo Inoue's right arm was grazed by a stray bullet, bleeding profusely, and his sidearm fell to the ground.
He leaned against the wheel, listening to the increasingly close and chaotic footsteps around him, a hint of despair flashing in his eyes.
"Section Chief! We're surrounded!"
The deputy, clutching his wounded abdomen, leaned against the wall, his face deathly pale, spitting out blood and foam.
"Chen Zijun... is truly a formidable opponent."
Inoue Hideo gave a bitter laugh, a cruel and resolute glint in his eyes:
"The Special Higher Police of the Imperial Japanese Empire will never be taken prisoner."
He took a deep breath and suddenly bit down on the potassium cyanide capsule hidden in his back molar.
The poison paralyzed his nerves within seconds. Inoue Hideo's face turned ashen instantly, his body convulsed violently a few times, and then he collapsed into a pool of blood with a grotesque expression.
"Don't move! Put your hands up!"
Shen Li, accompanied by a dozen plainclothes officers and armed with Browning pistols, rushed in through the blood.
"Chief of Staff, the leader has committed suicide by biting poison!"
An undercover officer went up and felt Inoue Hideo's carotid artery, then shook his head and reported.
"That Japanese beast got off easy."
Shen Li snorted coldly, then his gaze fell on the Special Higher Police deputy who was groaning in pain on the ground and trying to pick up his gun.
"Click!"
Shen Li stepped forward and crushed the deputy's finger with one foot, causing the man to let out a shrill scream of pain.
"Don't let him die. Crack his jaw to prevent him from taking poison too."
Shen Li gave the order without expression.
"yes!"
The plainclothes officers swarmed forward and roughly locked the deputy's joints, dislocating his jaw.
"Search! Search them thoroughly! See what these guys are carrying!"
Shen Li carefully searched the carriage and the body.
A moment later, a special operations soldier found a manila envelope in the driver's inner pocket, stained with the driver's blood.
"Chief of Staff! We've made a discovery!"
Shen Li took the envelope, pulled out the document inside, glanced at it, and his pupils contracted slightly.
It was an inspection-free pass stamped with the bright red seal of Jianghai Customs, and it clearly stated in English:
"British Imperial Customs Service in Shanghai has granted special permission for the release of diplomatic parcels exempt from inspection."
Below is the handwritten signature of the British Deputy Director of Customs Service of Jianghai.
"As expected, it's those foreign devils backing us up."
Shen Li's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He carefully put away the pass and sneered:
"Take the survivors with you, along with all these murder weapons on the ground, and this car—take them all back to the groundbreaking ceremony venue!"
"yes!"
Half an hour later, the chaos at the groundbreaking ceremony site was forcibly suppressed.
Journalists from various countries and compradors from foreign firms huddled in a corner of the meeting hall, their faces pale.
Chen Zijun stood beside the bulletproof steel plate that had been deflected by armor-piercing bullets, a lit cigarette in his hand, staring expressionlessly at the several Japanese corpses that were being carried up, as well as the Special Higher Police officers who were tied up and whose faces were covered in blood.
"Young Marshal, we've got the goods."
Shen Li quickly stepped forward and handed over the blood-stained pass that exempted him from inspection.
Chen Zijun took the pass, looked at the bright red Jianghai Customs seal on it, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.
"Sir Baldon, come and take a look."
Chen Zijun turned his head and looked coldly at the British Consul General, Barton, who was standing to the side with his legs trembling uncontrollably.
"Young Marshal, this...this must be a misunderstanding! Our customs seal may have been stolen..."
Bardon's face turned pale, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and he hurriedly waved his hands to explain.
"Theft?"
Chen Zijun sneered and suddenly threw the blood-stained pass at Balton's face:
"So the signature of the British deputy director on this document was also forged by someone else?!"
"Or does your Great British Empire think that casually granting anti-tank rifles to the assassin who tried to kill me is just a trivial 'misunderstanding'?!"
"Young Marshal, please calm down! We will conduct an internal investigation into this matter..."
Bardon was so frightened by the bloodstains on the letter that he took two steps back, his voice trembling.
"calm?"
Chen Zijun suddenly stepped forward, his eyes like two drawn blades, staring intently at Baldun:
"Today the Japanese can use your customs' inspection-free channel to smuggle in anti-tank rifles to assassinate me, so tomorrow will they be able to smuggle in heavy artillery to raze Shanghai to the ground?!"
"Since your Great British Empire can't even control the keys to the Jianghai Customs, letting in murderers' weapons at will, then don't blame this commander for being impolite!"
"Young Marshal! What are you trying to do?! Jianghai Customs is protected by treaties and is an internationally managed customs office!"
A terrible premonition welled up in Baldon's heart, and he shouted urgently.
"International co-management?"
Chen Zijun sneered and crushed the cigarette butt in his hand into the dirt.
"From today onwards, in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, I am the treaty!"
He turned around abruptly and shouted an order at Shen Li:
"Notify the First Division to fully arm themselves! Take over the Bund Customs House immediately!"
"Any foreigner who dares to obstruct us will be killed without exception!"