Emergency Doctor Mercenary Road Chapter 249

  Chapter 249

   After lunch, Lu Fei paced back to Apartment 202. He drew the curtains, closed the door, fell asleep, and went straight into the system to learn how to operate the Zero fighter. At night, I have to do things, and my head must be nourished.

  Lu Fei had a good night's sleep until the neon lights on the road flashed and the street lights were on, then he stretched and slowly got up and washed. Wearing a suit, I went out to the nearby Tianfu Lou Restaurant (Hou Beijing Hotel) to have a Beijing meal. He sat in the corner eating and observing the various people in the lobby. From time to time, Japanese, Jews, locals, men and women of all shapes and sizes come and go in and out of the hotel. Various languages ​​are mixed in the lobby, and scenes of strange tragicomedy of life are repeated here.

  Huishan Road and its adjoining areas are now gathering places for Jews and Japanese expatriates. But it is also a good place for him to show his skills and fish in troubled waters.

  After dinner, Lu Fei learned the money, went out and called a rickshaw, and told the driver to walk slowly, heading towards Broadway Road and Huangpu Road.

   The junction of the two roads is the port area of ​​the North Bund, where sailors and Japanese ronin go in and out of the bar. What a scene of singing and dancing, and the scene of being drunk and dreaming of death.

  Lu Fei found a bigger bar and sat on the counter. I spoke a few words of English with the bartender, paid for a glass of whiskey, and threw a big ocean as a tip, which was full of style. Kaizi's signature move provoked a few cheongsam dancers to come up to chat with them immediately, and Lu Fei and them were false and condescending, flirting, and acting like a prodigal son.

   His face was full of fake smiles, and he was teasing the dancer, but his eyes were inadvertently observing the target.

   Soon he found the target. There are two Japanese ronin sitting in the corner of the bar, drinking suffocating wine. The two seem to be depressed, drinking each other's cups. From time to time, he cursed loudly, perhaps because his ambitions were not fulfilled, or because his purse was getting flatter.

   Before long, the two of them were very drunk, sang hometown folk songs aloud in the bar, and walked out of the booth in the corner of the bar, shoulder to shoulder.

"It's really wrong (I hate it), two oriental shriveled three, no money (no money), every day to eat old wine (drink here), never take out tips, oriental people are the most annoying, fierce If you want to die, kill and set fire, hurry up and die." The dancer surnamed Wang, who hooked Lu Fei's arm, looked at the backs of the two Japanese leaving, and cursed with disgust.

"That's right, the two idiots (these two fools), the last time I came (the last time) I touched me, I'm tired of it (disgusting)." The dancing girl surnamed Li leaned on Lu Fei's body. whined.

  Lu Fei smiled and said: "Don't pay attention to Yi (don't pay attention to them), someone will have to take care of Irag (clean them up), come and come, eat old wine."

   After another round of wine, Lu Fei paid the bill and left under the reluctant gaze of the two dancers.

  Lu Fei swayed out of the door of the bar, and the blurred eyes instantly turned into sharp knife-like eyes. He pretended to be slightly drunk, swayed his upper body to look left and right, and immediately saw two Japanese ronin who were vomiting a few dozen meters away.

  Lu Fei pretended to stagger, and followed up with vain steps.

   "Yangxi, flower girl, play with Taijun." The two Japanese ronin had not finished drinking, but their lustful hearts rose again. At this time, a slightly beautiful passing female worker was stopped on the road.

   The passer-by female worker who came home from get off work was frightened and ran around, and was intercepted by two people running around and reaching out, like an eagle catching a chicken. In the distance, India Asan, who was directing traffic in the middle of the road, seemed to be missing.

  Lu Fei wanted to find a secluded place and ended up with two Japanese ronin, but he never expected to see the real version of the **** drama - molesting the people. Lu Fei then flashed into the side alley, and half a minute later came out wearing a Chinese tunic suit and the Yan Wang mask from the Peking Opera mask on his face.

   At this time, the two Japanese ronin had grabbed the female worker. The two were laughing wildly and rubbing their hands at the female worker. The passing female worker was frightened and cried loudly, calling for help.

   Lu Fei's right hand suddenly appeared with a drooping goose ling sword, and walked silently towards the reckless Japanese ronin. With drunken eyes, the two of them saw a tall black figure approaching slowly under the dim street lamp, and the long knife in Hei Ying's hand reflected a dazzling light under the illumination of the lamp.

   "Baga, you drop, you..." A Japanese ronin saw Lu Fei's sharp eyes, and as soon as he shouted a word, he could no longer speak, and he would be speechless for the rest of his life.

   "Shh, shh", two sword lights swept across, and blood arrows more than one meter high were sprayed from the necks of the two Japanese ronin!

"Eight, eight, you are tall, I hate you devils who swear at every turn. You have no quality in being a human being." Lu Fei mumbled and squatted down, wiping the Yanling knife on the ronin who was covering his head and neck. wipe.

   "Little girl, run quickly, run towards Waibaidu Bridge, don't panic, I'm from Huaxia Magic Capital!" Lu Fei saw that the passing female worker beside him seemed frightened and hurriedly persuaded her to leave.

   "Thank you Nong, brother, Nong (you too), hurry up, I'll run first." The female worker hurriedly ran away.

  Lu Fei was not in a hurry at all, so he put the Yanling knife back into the scabbard at his leisure. Then he squatted on the ground and looked at the Japanese ronin who was still twitching and struggling on the ground, raised his wrist and looked at his watch, and said to himself: "Usually the carotid artery bleeds heavily, and it takes one to two minutes to catch a cold. Live, I can't cover it for the rest of my life, there's still half a minute, I'll wait."

   At this time, Indian Asan, who was in the middle of the road dozens of meters away, saw that the two Japanese ronin seemed to be attacked and fell to the ground, and desperately blew his whistle. He was timid and didn't dare to come and check. After a while, more than a dozen devils from the Japanese Marine Corps ran out from the Japan Post Terminal not far away. This is the default Japanese concession, and the response of the Japanese devils is naturally the fastest.

   On the other hand, Lu Fei watched the two ronin on the ground take his last breath before turning around and leaving. After a few quick walks, he entered the dark alley.

   In fact, he didn't escape at all. In the dark corner of the alley, Lu Fei put the Yanling knife into the space ring. Then he took out his Thomson submachine gun, loaded a 100-round drum with a click, pulled the bolt, and aimed at the scene of the incident 40 meters away.

   In less than two minutes, more than a dozen Japanese marines arrived. They babbled and babbled, but it didn't help. Just as Lu Fei, who was hiding in the corner, raised his gun and was about to shoot, a few local patrolmen came running not far away. The two sides negotiated a few words, and the patrolmen seemed to be scolded by the devils, and ran to a few bars on the roadside to learn about the situation.

   At this moment, Lu Fei saw more than a dozen Japanese devils forming a circle beside the two ronin corpses. He seemed to want to protect the scene.

   "Tattoo, Tahtah", Thomson, commonly known as the Chicago Typewriter, started work! The melodious gunshots sounded, and the explosive firepower raged. Lu Fei shot the Japanese devils with guns without stopping. The devils who were caught off guard were immediately beaten. The devils who were shot kept shaking, rolling around, twitching, cursing loudly, and screaming and howling.

   In the blink of an eye, Lu Fei finished playing a drum, and 100 rounds of bullets poured out. The violent bullet rain knocked all the devils present to the ground, and no one had time to fight back. This is due to the fact that the 35-year-old navy gun of the Marine Corps is too backward. The Devils of the Marine Corps removed the gun from his back, opened the safety, and pulled the bolt. After completing each step, it was enough for Lu Fei to shoot another one. Hundred rounds of drumming.

   At this time, the patrolmen who were investigating in the bar heard gunshots and rushed out. But the flames that were still spraying made them hide again, and the patrolmen immediately hid under the bar counter, shivering. Please, this is only equipped with a revolver, a patrol with only 18 ocean wages a month, who would kill for such a violent killer.

  Lu Fei completely ignored the incoming and outgoing patrols. Seeing that the overall situation was settled, he replaced Thomson with two M1911A1s, and Shi Shiran stepped out of the shadow of the alley. Then the devils who were twitching and moaning at the door of the bar walked over.

   Then the gunshots of "呯呯呯" sounded from time to time, and Lu Fei would always shoot in the head for any devil who still had the strength to crawl or curse. Lu Fei looked at the other devils who twitched and wriggled after being shot, and did not refill the gun. It was also the first time that he used a Thomson submachine gun in actual combat, and he wanted to observe the killing effect of the 11.43mm pistol bullet.

   After he examined the gunshot wounds on several Japanese devils, Lu Fei was very satisfied with the results. The high-power pistol bullet used in the Thomson submachine gun has a very good stopping effect on people, and it is definitely a nightmare for the shot. Most of the more than a dozen Japanese devils on the ground were shot several times in the torso, and even if they didn't die, there was absolutely no need to make up their guns.

   At this time, the whistle of India Asan rang again.

  Lu Fei put away his pistol and ran forward, this time he really wanted to leave. There is also a Japanese consulate nearby. If you don't leave, you will be surrounded. Maybe you will jump on the Huangpu River and run away. Lu Fei ran out for a hundred meters, turned into the side road, and hid in the corner. Immediately, he took off his mask, took off his tunic suit and put it in the space ring, put on his suit and walked back to Broadway, pretending to be vain and continuing to walk forward.

   He is going to the heights of the Broadway Building (now the Magic City Building), and continue to surround and fight for help!

   There is still plenty of time. It will take more than ten minutes to wait for the devils at the crime scene to gather in place and important characters to appear. Lu Fei walked neither fast nor slow on the road. There were too many drunk sailors and drunk people here. He was not noticeable at all. Ten minutes later, Lu Fei walked out for four or five hundred meters and reached the Broadway building. by the side door of the building.

  This place is in a blind spot where the street lights cannot illuminate, and it is sunken into the upper street for more than ten meters and no one pays attention. He changed again, this time into a black sweater and black jeans. Once again, he looked at no one around, and then climbed up the outer wall of the building with his bare hands. There are external windows and brick gaps on each floor of the Broadway Building. He jumped and pulled up the two floors, his flying claws stood up, and threw it on the third-floor window sill. Floor. Repeating this process again and again, in less than 3 minutes, Lu Fei climbed to the tenth-floor rooftop on the left side of the Broadway Building.

  Broadway Building is not a regular square building. The side facing Huangpu Road has only ten floors. After Lu Fei climbed to the tenth-floor rooftop, he immediately lay on the rooftop at the edge of the outer wall.

   He took out a 98K sniper rifle from the space ring, pressed bullets into it one by one, and then pulled the bolt to start aiming. He had fired dozens of rounds of this gun in the training ground of the gun store, and he had already calibrated it, so he was familiar with the ballistics and impact points of the gun.

At this time, the crime scene on Broadway was surrounded by layers of people, including patrolling officers in gray-black uniforms, Japanese devils in shit-yellow uniforms, and a few Japanese officers with sabres and white gloves on their waists. to the scene.

  Lu Fei lay on his stomach on the platform, calculated the wind deviation and humidity, and observed the distance with an infrared telescope. The straight-line distance is about 600 meters. And his shooting position is from top to bottom, and there is no place to block the shooting field.

   After making all preparations, Lu Fei observed for more than ten seconds, and put a middle-aged Japanese officer 600 meters away who was scolding the patrolling forcefully with gestures into the aiming reticle. He unhurriedly calculated the impact point according to the wind deflection, then shifted the muzzle slightly to the left, held his breath, took aim for three seconds, and gently pulled the trigger of 98K.

The 98K's muzzle spewed out a slight tail flame, and the bullet spun out of the barrel, rushed through the air, and flew to its intended target. After about three-quarters of a second, the bullet accurately hit the middle-aged Japanese officer's back. !

   "呯", it took about two seconds for the surrounding Japanese soldiers to hear the sound of gunfire. At this time, the Japanese army officer was lying on the ground, and the bullet was shot from the back into the front chest, and a large hole had been opened in his body.

  The on-site patrolling suddenly shouted, and the action was extremely fast. After two seconds, he disappeared and hid in the bar along the street. The Japanese infantry at the scene were well-trained, and immediately fell down to look for the direction and location of the bullets. A Japanese lieutenant half-knelt on the ground and pointed to the west, shouting something loudly.

  Lu Fei pulled the bolt, carefully aimed again at the junior Japanese officer who was still in command, and firmly pulled the trigger again. "Bah." Two seconds later, the sound of gunshots passed, and the Japanese second lieutenant covered his stomach in pain and fell down.

   This gunshot made a Japanese veteran present at the scene to see the general direction of the bullets, and began to direct a group of devil infantry to shoot in the direction of Paramount Building.

   But the old soldier of the devil only guessed the direction after all, while Lu Fei was hiding in the dark, and the Japanese devil was in the bright spot under the street light, and no one could really see where he was hiding. The main reason is that the Japanese devils do not have sniper rifles, and it is basically impossible to see a target 500 meters away with the naked eye.

   Lu Fei on the rooftop still refused to withdraw, so he took aim again, and after a shot was fired, it hit the back of a Japanese soldier lying on the ground. "Kaka", Lu Fei pulled the bolt again, but Mauser 98K took too long to pull the bolt. When he re-aimed and looked over, the Japanese ghost soldiers on the ground at the entrance of the bar a few hundred meters away disappeared, and they all hid in the street in a bar or a tobacco store.

  Lu Fei shrugged, put away the gun, stood up and patted the ashes on his body, ready to withdraw. If you wait any longer, there will definitely be Japanese devils outflanking them, or the devils in the building will rush to the rooftop to settle accounts with him.

  Paramount Building was occupied by the Japanese after 1939.

   As soon as he got up, there was movement near the rooftop door behind him. Lu Fei rushed to the door with a quick stride and drew out his pistol.

   A few seconds later, the rooftop door opened, and a tall Chinese male waiter stuck his head out. Because some guests heard the movement on the rooftop and reported it to the waiter, the waiter had to come up to take a look.

  Lu Fei saw the waiter come out, put the gun in his left hand, and a knife in his right hand knocked the waiter's neck, knocking him unconscious. Immediately, he dragged the waiter into the rooftop, and glanced at the corridor where the waiter came, confirming that no one was following for the time being.

   Lu Fei's thoughts turned, and he immediately had an idea. Then he took off the red uniform of the male waiter, put it on himself, and put on his hat. Lu Fei returned to his original shooting position, put his 98K into the space ring, and picked up the bullet casings on the roof one by one, and put them into the space ring.

After    wiped out all traces, Lu Fei opened the rooftop door and walked out. He walked down the small steps in a few steps, strode into the corridor on the tenth floor, found the elevator after a while, and pressed the down button calmly.

   (end of this chapter)

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