Chapter 623: Rescue Operation

After once again deeply connecting with Wang Wang Manchun, early the next morning, the woman, with flushed cheeks but unable to hide her fatigue, got up early and went to work energetically.

She said she had to think of a new way to lure the Red Party and the Military Statistics Bureau into making mistakes, and also said that she was really going to have her period this time, in these two days, and really had to wait a week before seeing him again.

His medical skills, curing diseases and saving people, were one aspect. A more critical aspect was protecting himself. There was no way; his relationships with women were relatively chaotic, and the women's relationships were equally chaotic. Once it was chaotic, it was easy to get sick. His medical skills, no matter what infectious disease it was, could determine whether a woman was healthy at the first moment, thereby determining whether to roll into bed.

As for the so-called clean or unclean problem, there was no need to discuss it. Anyway, they were all dew-like relationships, and his heart was also very dirty. There were three words: it didn't matter. And when this trip ended, when he returned, he would have purification services, and his body would be truly clean from inside to outside. It was just that his heart was too dirty, a point that could never be changed.

"Seeking person: Zhang Lao San, second uncle from home has come to visit, come quickly to Friendship Hotel outside the North Station, second uncle is waiting for you!"

After spending the day gracefully, on the morning of the next day, Tuesday, Wang Yan had his extravagant breakfast in the breakfast shop as usual, flipping through a pile of newspapers bought by his subordinates. Unexpectedly, he saw the news he wanted in *Fen Bao*.

He lived his life at a normal rhythm for another day. In the evening, he naturally cultivated his character at home again. By ten o'clock, everyone in the house had long since gone to sleep. He climbed down the stairs as before, climbed over the wall, sneaked to his safe house, changed into clothes convenient for action, and roughly applied makeup to look like one of the Special Higher Police Division action personnel he had killed before.

Of course, it couldn't be exactly the same, just reflecting some facial features from the ID photo on his own face. Under the cover of night, the Japanese wouldn't notice. And the Special Higher Police Division and the stationed military police were two different systems. Perhaps there might be information sharing; after all, he took away all the documents, but the Japanese would definitely not be so serious about checking. The Special Higher Police Division's rank was higher than the military police. If there was no problem, how could those big-headed soldiers afford to offend them? Everywhere there were human relationships and worldly wisdom, and the little Japanese were no exception.

After doing all this, Wang Yan ran to Wuding Road in the International Settlement. He had a car parked here. The night before, when Wang Wang Manchun fell asleep and was acupunctured by him to increase her sleep, he ran out, put the prepared ropes, pliers, and other things into the car, wiped the dust off the car, and then drove the car here to park it. So now, he came over and drove away directly.

He drove across the Suzhou River. For the British and American guards on this side, he casually said that there was a factory over there and something went wrong, easily fooling them. The inspection on this side was not very strict. And when he reached the Japanese territory on the other side, he took out his documents directly. The guards just opened them, glanced at them, returned the documents, and let him pass. Wang Yan saw very clearly that the little devil was just going through the motions, looking directly at the unit name on the header and finishing it. There were people who were lazy everywhere.

Ordinary work didn't matter. It was very clear that in an era of war, being lazy and going through the motions would lead to big problems.

Wang Yan's action was very fast. Although he ran to the safe house, applied makeup, and transferred, he arrived at Maohai Road at only 11:05. He didn't get out of the car to meet the comrades who had long been waiting in the apartment to get intelligence, because this kind of action had a strict schedule. One move affected the whole situation. If it was 11:30, it had to be 11:30. And he couldn't spend too much time with others, avoiding being remembered for some characteristics and avoiding the risk of exposure.

So his car didn't even stop, continuing to drive toward the prison not far away. He turned around the prison, looked at the environment outside the prison, and then returned to Maohai Road, parking on the side of the road openly and going directly to the fifth floor of the five-story apartment on the side of the road.

Standing at the door, he raised his wrist to check the time: 11:29:40, once again precisely grasping the time.

He didn't knock on the door, but took out the thin wire for picking locks from his space, inserted it into the door lock, and picked the lock after poking it twice. As soon as the door opened, unexpectedly, a pitch-black gun muzzle was pointing at him at the door.

Wang Yan didn't panic, ignored the young man in front of him who was full of vigilance, flashed into the room, and closed the door. He pulled the nylon cap he was wearing forward, used the brim to cover his eyes, sat at the table, turned on the desk lamp, and said in a hoarse voice: "Give me the drawings."

The young man took out a thick stack of paper from his lapel, still clutching the pistol tightly, but the muzzle was pointing downward: "The action time over there is 12:00, our action time is 11:45. You have five minutes to look at the drawings. The enemy's internal defense is all in the bunkers inside, as well as on the high walls. As for the defense in the prison, the combat effectiveness is not as high as the periphery, and because of management communication reasons, they are basically all traitors.

There are a total of more than 2,400 people detained. The rescue targets this time are all on the third and fourth floors of Building A, where all the important figures of our Party and the Nationalist Party are detained. This time, our action personnel total 158 people. The organization instructed that there is no need to worry about the list; save as many as you can. When necessary, you can also release everyone, let them flee in all directions, and let other members of our Party who are detained find their own way out."

Wang Yan didn't speak, just flipped through the prison architectural drawings and the marked defensive forces one by one. This prison was built by the Nanjing government before, and when the Japanese came, it naturally became the place where they detained prisoners. So getting the prison drawings was not a very difficult thing for the Red Party, which had infiltration in all aspects. The people inside the prison were all Chinese, either traitors or people who had to do it for a living. They also had families and businesses outside, so arranging for people to approach them and probe their words was not a difficult thing.

He didn't use five minutes to look at the drawings. He swept through them, basically taking them away after one glance. It only took him two minutes to look at that thick stack of drawings from beginning to end.

"Move out!"

While speaking, Wang Yan turned off the desk lamp, collected the materials on the table, patted them on the young man's chest, walked to the door in a few steps, opened the door, and left directly.

The young man caught the materials unexpectedly, then gritted his teeth and stuffed the materials into his bosom, following closely behind, closing the door, and going downstairs together.

He was actually very suspicious. It was impossible to look at such detailed drawings in five minutes. Now this person had finished looking at them in less than two minutes. But there was no way; the organizational discipline was there, and now that the arrow was on the bow, he had to hold it in even if there was a problem, and just do it.

After going downstairs, Wang Yan opened the car trunk, took out the *Hanfeng* and carried it on his back, carried three thick ropes on his body, closed the trunk, turned, and walked into the shadows, saying: "Lead the way."

The young man whistled, and a figure flashed out from the corner of the wall not far away, beckoning to this side. Wang Yan, together with the young man, hid in the darkness of the corner and trotted toward that side.

Wang Yan had already discovered this person when he was surveying by car before. Not only that, he also discovered other action personnel hiding in several locations...

In fact, in the Japanese-occupied area, very few people came out at night. Even the gangsters were honest and didn't come out at night, which stemmed from their fear of the Japanese—they really killed people. Things like killing people on the street for no reason were rare now, but they were common a few months ago when they first occupied it, and things like forcibly seizing women happened from time to time.

So at this time, the long street was very quiet. Under the illumination of the streetlights, the breeze rolled up garbage and flew, which was exceptionally eerie and terrifying. There was no human presence, and everything looked like a ghost town. The International Settlement and the French Concession were different; walking on the road felt lively. Of course, that was on those big roads and main roads. The small roads in the corners wouldn't work, because there might be fresh corpses lying on the side of the road spitting blood foam.

The three of them trotted silently. Eight minutes later, they ran to the vicinity of the prison. Although it was a prison, the place where it was located was not that desolate; there were still some residential alleys around. And at this time, in the shadows of these alleys, many fully armed action personnel were already standing densely.

With the arrival of Wang Yan and the three, a man in his thirties, with a stubbly beard and an honest look, walked out of the team. Before he could speak, Wang Yan said: "Send eight agile people to follow behind me. They don't need to act, but go to the bunker to fill the numbers and control the direction of the lights. I will take down the tower at the fastest speed, then the north wall, then go to the east wall, and finally return to the gate to solve the guards at the gate. You have to send clever people, people with good skills, to go up in the first batch. The west wall is not far from the dormitory building. Since they have already rested, kill them directly.

I will solve the people at the gate and go directly to Building A to rescue. You send a few more people who can drive to get ready. Those comrades who are trapped have mostly wasted their bodies; they can't run on their legs. There must be several sedans and trucks in the yard. For the rest, everyone should act according to the situation. However, try not to fire if possible. Of course, this is definitely impossible. Even those little Japanese who are resting might not be asleep. In short, the later the firing, the less our losses. That's all, arrange the people."

The man was also straightforward, without any extra nonsense. He beckoned to the people behind him, called them by name one by one, and pointed out eight fighters: "You follow this comrade, listen to his orders, do whatever he tells you to do, don't say a word of nonsense, do you understand?"

"Yes!" The eight people stood straight and answered in a low voice, and then looked at Wang Yan with wide eyes.

"Action!"

Wang Yan turned and left decisively, and the eight people behind followed. On the way, Wang Yan explained: "After I go up in a while, I will throw down a rope first. Be careful, don't make too much noise..."

He didn't get an answer. Wang Yan, who had explained many matters, was not surprised. He took the eight people and circled a small circle, avoiding the lights and the scanning of the high-power searchlights on the tower, and sneaked to the west wall of the prison.

Wang Yan raised his wrist and used a flashlight to check the time. It was only 11:43, two minutes early.

The outer wall of the prison was more than seven meters high, but it was built of bricks, not poured with concrete. So there were gaps on the wall, which could accommodate a small part of the fingertips. These small gaps that could be used for force could be climbed by those who liked rock climbing later, let alone Wang Yan.

After checking the time, he didn't linger at all, stuffed the flashlight into the small bag at his waist, and under the admiring eyes of the eight people behind him who were touching the wall, he climbed up nimbly and swiftly, relying on those tiny gaps.

Reaching the top of the wall, Wang Yan used pliers to cut the barbed wire fence with sharp thorns on it. It did make some noise, but it didn't attract the Japanese's attention. He squatted on the wall with his toes, only millimeters away from the sharp thorns, relying on his excellent balance and powerful lower limb strength, sitting on a horse in the air, steady and steady.

After cutting the barbed wire, he pinched it with his fingertips, and with a very small range of movement but great force, he balled the barbed wire together, tied it with a rope, and let it down. The fighters guarding below untied it.

He jumped down from the high wall nimbly, and then took out a long iron wedge wrapped in several layers of cotton cloth from the bag, and kicked it into the ground with one foot. There was still some movement, but it wasn't big, because he used the inch force, the stroke was short, the power was strong, and the sound made was the stone encountered after the iron wedge was inserted into the soil. And the people on duty in the tower in the distance were chatting and didn't notice.

After doing this, Wang Yan touched the wall root to the tower, pushed the door open gently, and walked up the turning stairs step by step. This tower looked like it was built by the Japanese, because their engineering quality was very good in this regard. If it were the original Nanjing government, it would be much simpler, because the money was embezzled by the prison warden. Of course, the Japanese also had corrupt officials, but it was very clear that they wouldn't be too ruthless in this regard.

After going up, three Japanese soldiers were chatting, changing their posture according to the rotating searchlight, and beside them was a machine gun position. Clearly, they were not working seriously. And the consequence of not working seriously was naturally losing their lives.

While they turned the light back into the prison, with their backs to Wang Yan, he quickly stepped forward, turned the neck of one little Japanese 180 degrees from behind, and supported his body so he wouldn't fall, while simultaneously pinching the neck of another Japanese soldier from behind, *ka-bang*, and broke it directly. He stepped forward again, reached out and grabbed the last little devil who was a bit confused and still had a cigarette in his mouth, twisted his neck, and ended the battle.

Wang Yan, carrying the three corpses, carefully laid them down, and then turned the searchlight to the outside, shook his head, and turned it back again. Seeing this signal, the eight people guarding there started pulling the rope upward. Until they sensed the resistance from the other side, they started climbing. There were still people pulling the rope behind; after all, one end was tied, and the other was not. When going down, this side was loose.

These people's actions were indeed agile. The last person to come down relied on the human wall built here and landed nimbly. Apart from the guns on their backs knocking against the wall twice, at this time, the prison was also resting, and the only tower nearby had been taken down by Wang Yan. The patrol personnel, according to the time provided, would not come over for several minutes, so it was very safe.

They quickly separated two people, went up to the tower, followed Wang Yan's instructions, took over the patrol work of the searchlight, and another person went to the machine gun position of the tower to check the weapons and prepare for battle.

With them taking over, Wang Yan took out a flashlight and signaled to the hiding place of the main force. Then he went down the tower, picked up the other two ropes from the ground and threw them out. Under the stunned eyes of the other six people, he kicked twice, stepping the iron wedge deep into the soil. Without him speaking, two fighters took the initiative to tie the rope to the wedge.

After doing this, Wang Yan took them along the wall root and ran to the north wall, controlling the tower here. There were a total of four towers here, all distributed at the corners of the wall, which could take care of all the corners inside and outside the prison, which was very reasonable. After controlling the four towers in turn, killing a total of twelve little devils, he touched the gate in the south.

At the same time, Wang Yan also saw that at the corner of the west wall, a pile of figures were acting in various directions. So far, everything was very smooth.

Wang Yan stuck to the wall, recalling the standing position of the little Japanese soldiers guarding the gate when he surveyed before. There were fourteen people here, the troop strength of a small Japanese detachment. Eight outside the gate, six inside the gate. He was doing a rehearsal of the action in his mind. No matter how he did it, it was impossible to kill these fourteen little devils without any reaction. Because there was distance, he had to move. In the blink of an eye, the well-trained little Japanese soldiers would shoot immediately.

He raised his wrist and checked the time by the afterglow of the light at the main gate, 11:57. The prison was not small. He ran a circle around the prison, which was six or seven hundred meters, and killed twelve little devils at the same time. It only took ten minutes. At this time, the Mobile Corps Commander fighters hadn't even climbed the tower at the southeast corner, which showed how fast his action was.

He stuck to the wall, stood there quietly, hiding in the darkness of the corner, holding two captured Nambu pistols in his hands.

There wasn't much time left. He was waiting, waiting for gunshots to appear in the prison, and also waiting for the gunshots and explosions coming from afar. Once he heard the sound, he would rise up at the first moment.

Time passed second by second. Wang Yan counted silently in his heart. Very luckily, until 12:00, there were no gunshots in the prison. Also very unfortunately, the speed of sound was 340 meters per second. At more than ten seconds past 12:00, dense gunshots and explosions came from all directions.

It was also at this time that the ten or so Japanese soldiers guarding the gate subconsciously held their guns in their hands and started whispering to each other in confusion.

At this time, a crisp rifle shot came from the dormitory of the guards in the distance.

At this time, the essence in Wang Yan's deep eyes burst out. He turned around and kicked the ground suddenly. The powerful explosive force kicked a small pit in the soil, and dust flew in an instant.

He flashed out, scanned the situation of the soldiers at the gate in an instant, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, raised his double guns with both hands, *peng-peng-peng-peng-peng-peng*... ===== CHAPTER 624 =====