Chapter 42 "Thief" is used to hit (down) Flying Warehouse Web

  Time flies, and before he knew it, the clock struck ten. Lin Ao Feng had been waiting on the rooftop for two whole hours.

  "What's going on?! Why haven't those two Japanese guys shown up yet?!" Just as Lin Ao Feng was about to lose his patience, a black sedan caught his attention. Lin Ao Feng quickly adjusted the scope of his sniper rifle and saw Yamaguchi Tamotsu getting out of the car. Lin Ao Feng felt a surge of excitement in his heart, thinking: "It's really worth it! You little devil, today you'll go report to your Empress Jingu!"

  When Lin Ao-feng was about to pull the trigger, the target suddenly spoke a few words with someone and retreated back into the car. After waiting for not too long, Yamaguchi Tamotsu's vehicle turned around and left the consulate. Suddenly one after another question appeared in Lin Ao-feng's mind. Having waited on the rooftop for over ten minutes, he couldn't figure out what was going on, and neither of the targets had reappeared. Helpless, Lin Ao-feng could only give up his assassination plan and leave the rooftop by the same route he came from.

  Around noon, Lin Aofeng drove back to the villa. Cheng Zhihao, who was waiting for Lin Aofeng's return in the living room, heard the sound of the car horn and rushed out to see Lin Aofeng get off the car unscathed. He let out a sigh of relief and said: "Aofeng, you're finally back! Do you know how worried I've been?!"

  Lin Ao Feng smiled slightly and said: "Young uncle, don't worry! They can't catch me!"

  Cheng Zhihao furrowed his brow slightly and walked over to Lin Aofeng's side, asking in a low voice: "You killed them?!"

  Lin Aofeng shook his head and said, "No! I've been waiting for more than two hours, only one target appeared, and that target only showed up once and left." Then Lin Aofeng reminded him, "Little brother-in-law, they seem to have some sinister plot against us. It's best to start posting guards in the courtyard from tonight. Or wait a moment, I'll take some time to lay landmines along the wall."

  Cheng Zhihao thought for a moment and said: "It seems that's all we can do. Now I really hope those little devils are all dead, so there won't be any more trouble."

  After lunch, Lin Ao Feng led two men to bury landmines while Yamaguchi Yuzaburo drove back to the consulate.

  "Mr. Yamaguchi, I'm so sorry to have made you take a trip for nothing this morning!" said Imai Ichiro with a smile as he greeted Yamaguchi Tamotsu. Yamaguchi Tamotsu nodded slightly and said, "It's not your fault, it's just that I was too impatient! Have you prepared the thing I wanted?"

  "It's ready!" said Itoi Ichiro, pressing the red button on his desk. The office door opened and four Japanese soldiers carried in two wooden boxes from outside. After the soldiers put down the boxes and left the office, Itoi Ichiro opened the two boxes and said: "Yamaguchi-kun, are you satisfied with these?!"

  Yamaguchi Tamotsu picked up an MP 18 submachine gun and tried it out, saying: "These guns are not bad. I suppose you've had a lot of trouble with the vice-consul, haven't you?"

  "Now, now, as long as you're satisfied, that's all that matters!" he said with a smile. But his expression changed in an instant, and he spoke seriously: "However, I must remind you that the attack tonight should be after 12 o'clock, because that is when the police patrol interval is the longest. Also, your attack on the villa cannot exceed 15 minutes. If you can't complete it within 15 minutes, retreat immediately."

  "Fifteen minutes?!" Imai Ichirō hesitated for a moment, then said: "This is no problem. To deal with the Chinese, it doesn't take that long at all. Just wait for my good news!"...

  No matter what happens, there will always be omens beforehand. After dinner, Lin Ao Feng, who had been relatively calm, accompanied his uncle and aunt on a walk back home, but suddenly became restless. This restlessness was so intense that even splashing cold water on his head couldn't calm him down.

  "Afeng, what's wrong?! Is something uncomfortable?!" Upon receiving the servant's report, Cheng Zhihao hastily walked out of the house. Lin Aofeng turned off the faucet, picked up a towel that was placed on the side and wiped himself while saying: "Young uncle, I have a bad feeling, it seems like something will happen tonight."

  Cheng Zhihao smiled slightly and said, "You're overthinking! It's getting late, go back to your room and get some rest!"

  Lin Ao Feng glanced at his watch and let out a sigh, saying: "Forget it! I don't care! Going back to sleep!"

  Watching Lin Ao Feng's back as he walked away, Cheng Zhi Hao shook his head helplessly and said to the butler: "Let the guards work a bit harder tonight and keep their eyes open. After this period of time is over, I'll give everyone a raise."

  "Got it!" Hearing Guan's response, Cheng Zhihao nodded in satisfaction and quickly walked into the house.

  Back in his room, Lin Ao Feng lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Helpless, he sat up and meditated, forcing himself to calm down.

  "Woof, woof... Woof, woof..." The grandfather clock in the hall had just struck twelve, and a burst of barking broke the silence of the night. Lin Ao-feng, who was meditating, was also startled awake by the barking: "Although dogs bark at night, it's never been this intense. There must be a stranger." As soon as he thought of this, Lin Ao-feng immediately sensed danger and, without saying another word, took out the box containing his sniper rifle from the closet, ran out of his room in three strides, and arrived at the rooftop, where he picked up his rifle and began searching for targets under the faint light of the street lamps.

  In the blink of an eye, five minutes had passed. Suddenly, a relatively large shadow entered Lin Ao Feng's line of sight: "The little devil has really come?!" After hesitating for a moment, Lin Ao Feng pulled the bolt of his sniper rifle and focused his mind to prepare for the shot.

  "Inoue, can you see that villa across the way?! That's our target for tonight's attack." Upon hearing Yamaguchi Tamotsu's words, Inoue Toshisuke picked up his binoculars and observed for a moment before asking: "How much time do we have until the next police patrol comes by?!"

  Yamaguchi Tamotsu replied: "There are still thirty minutes left. Our action will only take fifteen minutes."

  Inada Tomonari glanced at his watch and said, "It won't take fifteen minutes to deal with the Vietnamese." As soon as he finished speaking, Inada Tomonari waved his hand. The Japanese killers waiting for instructions in the back saw the action gesture and quickly took action.

  "Boom... Boom..." As seven or eight black nights fell over the wall and landed, a string of explosions rang out. Inada-cho Nan looked at Yamazaki Sanjiro beside him with suspicion and roared: "Ah! The leak of our action plan, those Chinese are ambushing us again!"

  "Inoue, this is no time to argue about that. Our mission is to get the formula by tonight!" Yamaguchi Yuzaburo said with a stern tone.

  "Don't worry! Even if those Chinese have an ambush, it's useless!" With that, Inada Tomonari led the remaining men in a charge towards the villa.

  "It's you!" As Inada Minami led the group out from across the way, Yamaguchi Yuzaburou poked his head out halfway, and was caught in Lin Aofeng's line of sight. Lin Aofeng muttered softly to himself, then resolutely pulled the trigger. Yamaguchi Yuzaburou's body swayed slightly as he took a shot to the head, before falling face-first onto the ground.

  With his subordinates attacking the villa, Inada Tomonari heard the gunshot and instinctively turned around to take a look. When he saw Yamaguchi Tamonari lying on the ground, the flames of shame and anger in Inada's heart burst out instantly, and the last bit of sanity was also burned away by his rage, as he led his men in a fierce charge, bursting through the villa's front door.

  Although the villa's guards were trained, they were far inferior to the well-trained Japanese assassins. After Lin Ao Feng continuously shot and killed four Japanese assassins on the third floor rooftop, he saw the villa's guards retreating in defeat and let out a loud roar as he jumped down from the rooftop.

  After falling to the ground, he rolled two somersaults, picked up a Sten submachine gun next to a dead guard, and fired at the approaching Japanese killer. In the blink of an eye, a burst of bullets was finished, and Lin Ao-feng didn't have time to change the magazine. Two hand grenades fell near Lin Ao-feng. Lin Ao-feng instinctively dived to the ground, rolled quickly for several laps, dodged the shrapnel of the scattered hand grenades, and came behind a pillar, took out his pistol, and blocked the Japanese killer who was rushing over with the support of the pillar.

  "Afeng, how's the situation?!" Not long after, Cheng Zhihao rushed out of the house with a gun and came to Lin Aofeng's side. Lin Aofeng took the submachine gun from Cheng Zhihao and said: "Little brother-in-law, don't worry! As long as we hold on for a while, we'll be safe. Right? Have you settled Auntie down?"

  Cheng Zhihao replied: "Don't worry, she's all settled in and nothing will happen to her!"

  "Then I'll feel at ease! I'll go out and lure them away, you immediately go into the house and stop the others from counterattacking." As he spoke, Lin Ao Feng held the Thompson submachine gun loaded with drum magazines and walked towards the right pillar while firing a burst at the Japanese assassins.

  "Squad leader, the enemy's firepower is too strong, our casualties are too heavy!" Just as he was about to kill, Tadokoro Tsunenori heard his subordinate's cry and looked around unconsciously. He then said: "Time doesn't allow us to reorganize our attack. We have only five minutes left, concentrate our firepower and wipe them out."

  At this time, the Japanese killers had all entered a state of frenzy and no longer estimated anything. They threw out all the German-made wooden-handled grenades they carried with them in one go. Seeing the hand grenades flying over like raindrops, Cheng Zhihao immediately led the retreating guards to hide in the room without saying a word.

  "Boom, boom, boom..." After a short two or three minutes, the explosion of hand grenades subsided. Before the smoke had cleared, Nan Tianzhen was the first to get up from the ground, waving his arm and shouting loudly: "Charge in! Kill them all!"

  "Rat-a-tat... Rat-a-tat..." Before the words of Nantou had fallen, Lin Ao Feng emerged from behind a pillar, his "Chicago Typewriter" (a nickname for the Thompson submachine gun) making powerful and lively "beating sounds", each beat sounding like a funeral bell. Not long after, Cheng Zhi Hao and the remaining villa guards who had retreated into the house to escape also came out.

  "Squad leader, time's up! Let's pull out! Otherwise, we'll be surrounded and attacked from both sides!"

  "Hah!" Inada Tomonori, who had been enraged to the point of madness, bellowed: "The great Japanese warriors are invincible! Our mission is not yet complete, continue to attack for me and annihilate them."

  "Hey!" The subordinates didn't dare say anything more and leaned against the corpses of their fallen comrades, exchanging fire with the people in the villa.