When Tong Hu and others rushed to Liang's house, he saw a row of patrol officers guarding the outside, and knew that something big must have happened.

"Director Liang! Director Liang! I came here with my brothers. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Fortunately, Chief Li led the team here early, otherwise I would have confessed tonight!" Liang Zhongchun waved his hand.

"Then he..." Tong Hu turned his gaze to Zhang Jin, who was bandaging his wound, and hesitated to speak.

The wound on the left arm was inflicted by Zhang Jin himself with a gun. The bullet passed through the muscle of the left arm and was not stuck in the bone, so it only needed to be bandaged with medicine.

Liang Zhongchun looked at Zhang Jin and said: "You can rest at my house first. With Chief Li and the others here, I guarantee that no one will dare to come again to seek revenge. I will take people to avenge you right now!"

Zhang Jin put down the gauze, raised his head and said, "Then you have to be careful. They are destroying documents when you rush over. There will definitely be a fierce battle."

"What if nothing happens?" Tong Hu asked.

"Nothing happened? Even if you are unlucky, they must have destroyed the documents and evacuated. All you got was a point of contact that was worthless."

Liang Zhongchun and Tong Hu looked at each other.

"What are you doing standing still? Hurry up and get going. If you don't go, the other party will run away!" Zhang Jin said loudly and slightly angrily.

"Tong Hu, let's go, take the brothers with you. This time I want none of them to escape! If you dare to attack my house, you will have to pay the price!" Liang Zhongchun walked towards the door without looking back.

Soon, the cars and tin trucks at the entrance of the courtyard drove away and headed straight for the French Concession.

Zhang Jin withdrew his gaze and thought to himself, go ahead and testify for me!

French Concession, East China Studio.

A car and two tin wagons were parked on the street outside the door.

There was a sound of footsteps, and twenty or thirty spies with pistols surrounded the photo studio.

"Open the door for me!"

Liang Zhongchun gave an order, and several strong spies took turns kicking and kicking each other, and soon the door was opened.

"Everyone rush in with me!" Tong Hu took the lead.

Boom!

Two gunshots rang out on the stairs!

As soon as Tong Hu entered the door, he cleverly hid behind the wooden cabinet at the front desk. Unfortunately, the two agents following him were shot and fell to the ground.

"Grandma Li's, fortunately I have rich experience, otherwise I would be the one who died!"

Tong Hu broke out in a cold sweat.

Even though two companions were killed, the agents at the door still swarmed into the photo studio and fired several guns at the stairs. The bullets hit the stairs and handrails and scattered sawdust!

Seeing that the enemy was suppressed, Tong Hu immediately stood up from behind the wooden cabinet and fired a few shots.

"careful!"

The agents who were about to rush upstairs suddenly stumbled backwards, and two flaming fireballs rolled down the stairs chasing everyone!

Immediately afterwards, several jets of fire oil were poured down, instantly expanding the fire to the entire staircase and the nearby ground!

"Director Liang, the enemy resisted tenaciously and blocked the stairs with fire. None of the brothers can go up!" Tong Hu came out to report.

Liang Zhongchun looked at the thick smoke and fire coming out, and frowned: "Hurry up and find a way to get up! Those people from the military command must be delaying time to destroy the documents!"

"How come? The fire is so strong..."

"Find a bamboo ladder, build a human ladder, whatever you want will do. Don't you know how to climb in from the second floor window? You need me to teach you such a simple thing!" Liang Zhongchun said angrily.

"Yes! I'll do it right away!" Tong Hu lowered his head and said.

However, as soon as they found the bamboo ladder, they saw thick smoke billowing from the second floor of the photo studio, and looming flames could be seen.

"Director Liang, this..."

"Damn it, the military commander doesn't want to live anymore! If he is surrounded with fire, where can they escape?" Liang Zhongchun cursed.

On the second floor of the Huadong Photo Studio, looking at the raging fire all around, the two military commanders looked at each other.

"The mission is completed, we can withdraw."

"The contact point here is abandoned. The commander asked us to completely seal the secret passage when we leave, so that we will not be discovered."

After the two left, the fire quickly engulfed the place where they were standing. In the dazzling orange firelight, two corpses were lying on the floor of the second floor to conceal the truth.

"The fire is getting bigger and bigger, it must have been fueled by kerosene! Director Liang, I'm afraid we won't catch anything this time!"

Liang Zhongchun glared at Tong Hu: "I'm not blind, you don't need to tell me this! Damn it, I was afraid that the building would be empty if I came late, and blocked people if I came early, I didn't expect to come here.

You're so ruthless! You deserve to be the commander of the military!"

"Then what do we do now?"

"What else can we do? Wait, notify the Concession Police Station and ask them to send people to put out the fire! You and your people will keep an eye on it here. I'll go home and talk to Brother Zhang first."

Liang Zhongchun quickly drove back to his home.

"How's it going? Has anyone been caught?"

"No, we blocked them upstairs when we arrived. As a result, these people set themselves on fire and burned the entire photo studio. I'm afraid there is no evidence." Liang Zhongchun shook his head helplessly.

Zhang Jin remained silent. Everything that followed was arranged by Mingcheng. He didn't expect it to be this way.

Seeing that he was silent, Liang Zhongchun rolled his eyes and asked: "Brother Zhang, what do you think we will do next? Once the fire is burned, there is no evidence, and there is no way to prove that this is the contact point!"

Zhang Jin pondered for a moment and said: "That's not necessarily true. You also said that they set fire to the photo studio to destroy evidence, but there is one thing that is difficult to destroy, and that is the radio station. It is not like paper documents. After the fire,

Remains will be left behind, and as long as the remains of the radio station are found, it will be proven that this is an enemy contact point."

Liang Zhongchun's eyes lit up and he praised: "Yes, why didn't I think of that? Brother Zhang is still smart!"

"You made such a big fuss but didn't arrest anyone. Instead, you let them burn down the photo studio. Once the photo studio is burned down, my associates will definitely know about it, and then the situation I will face next will be more troublesome and dangerous. Power is competing for power, and you will live and die. There is no way to avoid it.

avoid!"

"Brother Zhang, if you need anything, you are always welcome here."

Zhang Jin looked at the smiling Liang Zhongchun, and a smile gradually appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Director Liang, I'm not looking down on you. If I really defect, you won't be able to hide it."

"Whether you can live in pocket or not, let's live in pocket first. We are brothers, right? If we are brothers, then come to me and I promise I won't treat you badly!" Liang Zhongchun assured, patting his chest.

"I'll leave if nothing happens. I'll have to deal with a lot of trouble when I get back."

"Is your arm injury okay?"

"Can't die!"

At dawn, in a house on Scott Road.

Zhang Jin took off his hat and hung it on the coat rack nearby. In the dark room, he walked to the sofa and sat down. He said to the opposite side of the coffee table: "Why don't you turn on the light?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a fire light came on, and the lit kerosene lamp gave off an unpleasant smell in the air.

The dim light from a soybean-sized lamp illuminated the area near the coffee table, making it as hazy as a scene in a dream.

"I'm sorry, I didn't have enough time to set up the temporary contact point, it's a bit crude." Mingcheng said, "According to your request, the first foreshadowing has been completed, and then it's your turn to defect. You still have to continue this episode.

Can your body withstand being shot and performing a painful trick?"

"It's not a big deal, as long as you don't shoot at the vital points, it's fine." Zhang Jin moved his left arm. With his physical fitness, this kind of muscle penetration injury will be completely restored to its original state within a day or two.

"Our people from Chongqing sent news that Wang Tianfeng has set off for Shanghai, and the death knell plan has officially sounded! Calculating the time, he should arrive within two or three days. We must finish the show before he comes! Only

Only by successfully surrendering to the Japanese and puppet government can you force him to change his original plan." Mingcheng gave a big news.

"Wang Tianfeng will not be easily persuaded. All we can do is to forcefully change his plan."

"Let me ask you one last time, do you really not regret this? Once the next step officially begins, you will have no chance to look back, and your final outcome will definitely be a dead end." Mingcheng looked at him seriously.

"Very good." Zhang Jin smiled.

If he has the opportunity to experience all this, no matter how the solution is resolved, he will not regret it in public or private life. There are some things that you will not regret if you do them, but you will only regret if you don't do them.

After a while, Mingcheng also smiled: "You are much more open-minded than I thought."

Zhang Jin smiled but said nothing.

If a person no longer fears death and regards death as his final and best destination, then no matter who he is, he can have an open-minded mind.

If it weren't for the mission requirements, he probably wouldn't be able to be so relaxed and calm.

After all, he is not one of the real heroes in history!

"Okay, then you can have a good rest here and wait for my news." Mingcheng stood up and said.

Early morning, French Concession, East China Studio.

Three cars stopped outside the cordon at the same time. Yoko Minami, Liang Zhongchun and Wang Manchun got out of their cars respectively.

Nantian Yoko came to the photo studio building that was burned into ruins and asked: "Director Liang, is this the military unified contact point you found?"

"Yes, last night my home was attacked by the anti-trafficking team of the military. Later, after Chief Li brought people to help me protect my family, I led the people to chase them all the way. We had a fierce battle with the enemy criminals in this photo studio, killing and wounding them.

Two subordinates, when the enemy prisoners found it difficult to escape, used kerosene to set fire to destroy the evidence." Liang Zhongchun briefly described the incident.

"Since all the evidence has been destroyed, how can you prove that this is the contact point for military commanders?" Wang Manchun sneered.
To be continued...