Chapter 193 1937

November 3rd, 1937, at 11:30 PM, in the Japanese Concession of Shanghai.

A sewer cover was gently pushed open on a road.

A steel helmet slowly emerged, followed by the head of someone wearing it, peering out from the small sewer opening.

They cautiously surveyed the empty street.

Then:

A fully armed member of the Japanese Shanghai Marine Corps crawled out of the sewer.

It wasn't just one person; behind him, like a magician's performance, Shanghai Marine Corps members emerged from the sewer one after another.

They quietly lined up, standing on the street.

In the middle of it all, many wooden boxes painted with skulls were also pushed out of the sewer.

The soldiers, in pairs, carried the wooden boxes, marching with uniform steps.

They advanced on the silent street, yet eerily, no footsteps could be heard.

The soldiers of the Special Operations Company were accustomed to night marches.

They moved stealthily, not wanting to disturb anyone in the Japanese Concession.

This group of people quietly walked through the Japanese Concession.

Since the Battle of Songhu began, the nights in the entire Japanese Concession had lost their former hustle and bustle.

People stayed at home early.

The situation was the same on the street where Mitsubishi Bank was located.

But tonight, it was a bit different.

A team of Shanghai Marine Corps soldiers suddenly appeared on this street, patrolling it.

These soldiers marched in formation, moving silently.

They quietly walked on the street, and if someone observed carefully, they could notice that as the team passed Mitsubishi Bank, twenty-some people were missing from the group.

When these people passed Taihe Bank, more than a dozen others disappeared.

The orderly team continued to advance, and when they passed the First Bank, another dozen or so were gone.

As a result, after the entire team walked down this street, the group had shrunk by nearly half.

At the same time, the terrifying boxes they were carrying were all gone.

Lin Fan did not enter any of the banks; he simply led his team of men and began patrolling the street.

He needed to be prepared for sudden situations.

If someone were to question the team, that's when he would come into play.

However, it was clear that Lin Fan was overthinking things.

The Shanghai Marine Corps that appeared in the concession in the middle of the night apparently went unnoticed.

Since the war began, the Japanese residents living in the entire Japanese Concession had long abandoned their previous decadent nightlife and returned to their residences early.

They obediently stayed at home, waiting for dawn.

When this unit of the Special Operations Company appeared on the street, no one noticed at all.

When Xiao Dongbei led the soldiers of the Fourth Platoon to quietly climb over the courtyard wall and enter Mitsubishi Bank,

They were greeted by two Japanese wolfhounds. The soldiers, who had developed the spirit of "the brave win when encountering each other in a narrow path,"

Made their moves silently and nimbly.

With a lunge, the rifle in their hand thrust forward.

The wolfhound that pounced on the soldier instantly had its throat pierced.

Another soldier rushed forward, covering the mouth of the wolfhound hanging on the bayonet tip.

He used both hands to forcefully hold the wolfhound's mouth shut, preventing it from making a sound.

The other wolfhound was subdued by the soldiers using the same method at the same time.

The two soldiers who assassinated the wolfhounds gently placed the wolfhounds on the ground, preventing their corpses from making any noise.

They withdrew their bayonets and followed the team.

The two soldiers covering the wolfhounds' mouths needed to persist for a while, until the two wolfhounds completely stopped struggling before they could let go.

Kamiwara Daiki was originally an ordinary soldier in the First Division.

He had participated in the battle between Japan and Tsarist Russia in 1904.

And he took a shot to the leg in that battle, making it somewhat difficult for him to walk ever since.

It also ended his military career.

Although he had a physical disability, it earned him the respect of many people in the country.

And this experience also enabled him to become the security supervisor at Mitsubishi Bank, thanks to this asset.

This year, Kamiwara Daiki was already fifty-five years old. As he got older, he always had restless sleep.

Lying in the bank's security room at night, he vaguely heard Musashi's roar outside.

Musashi was the name he gave to that wolfhound. It was a dog.

Many people in Mitsubishi Bank said: Musashi was much more useful than Kamiwara Daiki.

Kamiwara Daiki didn't think there was anything wrong with that statement. He was just waiting to retire in this bank.

Tonight, Musashi only roared once, and then there was no sound.

As before, it was just feeling bored at night, so it roared to vent.

That's what Kamiwara Daiki was thinking.

When the door to his room was suddenly kicked open.

Kamiwara Daiki's thoughts stopped there.

Because at this moment, three Marine Corps members rushed into his room.

Kamiwara Daiki was able to recognize these uniforms. He used to be proud of these people, but now these people had become the shame of the empire.

Tonight, these people stared at him intently, and Kamiwara Daiki couldn't help but tremble.

The trembling of his body finally allowed Kamiwara Daiki's thoughts to move a little:

Have they fallen to this point?

Have they already started robbing banks?

Kamiwara Daiki tried hard to think: How can I survive from these people?

Although his body was involuntarily reacting, trembling violently.

Kamiwara Daiki still wanted to try to save his life.

If they ask me, I will definitely answer honestly.

But his wish could no longer be realized.

Chen Sichuan took a step forward, grabbed Kamiwara Daiki's head, twisted it once, and then stabilized it.

Not allowing him to make a sound.

When Chen Sichuan saw this person, he never thought of getting information from his mouth.

Chen Sichuan would rather search slowly himself than have his direction disrupted by other people's information.

Although the soldiers of the entire Fourth Platoon were here for the first time, they had at least considered many places during the simulated exercise in the warehouse.

When they arrived at the scene, although some details didn't match, these soldiers searched the bank with light steps.

They had to eliminate all the guards first.

After eliminating the seventh person, they could no longer find a living person.

The rest was simple. They quickly found the bank's vault, looking at the combination dial and the large lock on the vault door.

Chen Sichuan smiled: At this time, it was time for them to use their secret weapon.

Lin Fan simply used an iron can, sealed it tightly, and led out two pipes. One pipe used a BB gun to add air inside.

A copper pipe was used as a nozzle, acting as a cutting edge. The entire iron can was only filled with gasoline.

A simple hot cutting torch might not be able to handle large equipment.

But dealing with the vault of this era could still be used decently.

The flame roared against the vault door, and soon the iron door became red, and then turned into molten iron, slowly flowing down.

At first, the cutting was relatively slow, but later the speed became faster and faster.

After spending more than ten minutes, the soldiers of the Fourth Platoon opened the bank's vault door and opened the safe.

Chen Sichuan remembered Lin Fan's words: Take away everything inside that can be moved.

Anything that can't be taken away must be destroyed.

Looking at the gold, pounds, dollars, yen, and other things in the vault being moved away, Chen Sichuan could understand it.

But what was the use of moving away those paper files in the vault?

Chen Sichuan, who was illiterate, did not understand Lin Fan's intention.

It didn't prevent his efforts.

Their platoon, sixteen people, worked hard to carry boxes of things out.

There were cars in the bank's yard. This was good. Jia Chengbi and Pei Xueyi were both tank drivers personally taught by Lin Fan.

They had also practiced driving a car once.

Last time in Zhenru, they had test-driven the truck transporting poison gas bombs.

This time, it was time for the two of them to show off their skills.

The gate of Mitsubishi Bank was ajar. Passers-by, in this night, would not notice this at all if they did not observe carefully.

When Lin Fan led the Special Operations Company soldiers to pass by here for the third time, they immediately noticed the difference.

The entire patrol team squeezed in at once.

Seeing the boxes filling half of the car, Lin Fan was immediately embarrassed: So much?

At this time, Lin Fan realized: A bank is not his own home.

In his home, there were two cards, a few deposit slips, a few pieces of gold jewelry, and a small bag could take it all away.

But there were so many things in the bank's vault, what to do?

Throw them away? Destroy them?

These were all the people's hard-earned money. Regardless of which country they belonged to, they were all hard-earned money and could not be wasted.

Fortunately, without Lin Fan's command, the boxes on the outermost part of the car were all poison gas bomb boxes painted with skulls.

Lin Fan could only tell Chen Sichuan and the others to stand by.

Prepare for two options: one was to drive out like this, and the other was for everyone to take some away.

Those that could not be taken away could only be burned.

Now he had to go see what was happening in the other two places.

The situation in the three banks was similar. The soldiers of each platoon loaded all the secret equipment that Lin Fan had made tonight onto the car.

All the loot was also in the car.

There was no other way.

Lin Fan had to temporarily change his mind: Three cars, each car carrying six soldiers.

The Ji family's three siblings, one in each car.

The remaining soldiers all ran slowly, following the cars.

Now it was impossible to avoid making noise.

Three cars quietly drove out of their respective banks.

Then they converged.

The situation that Lin Fan thought might happen, where someone would come out to observe, did not occur.

The entire street was still the same quiet, deathly quiet!

Lin Fan himself sat in the first car.

The three bank cars drove straight to the concession exit.

The vehicles with their headlights on stopped at the sentry post, and two rows of soldiers running alongside the cars surrounded the sentry post with murderous intent.

These Marine Corps members clearly could move the roadblocks themselves.

But they were unwilling to move their noble fingers and insisted that the soldiers guarding the sentry post move the roadblocks themselves.

Lin Fan took out the manifest for transporting materials, which he had used several times, and handed it over.

The Japanese guarding this sentry post did not take it, nor did they check it.

How could there be any problems with a team coming out of the concession?

Instead, Lin Fan took the initiative to open the tarpaulin that covered one of the big cars.

In the horrified eyes of the Japanese soldiers, he let them see the boxes containing poison gas bombs.

The three cars, with their headlights on, swaggered out of the concession and drove away into the distance.

Transporting poison gas bombs?

The soldiers at these sentry posts never thought that such things were hidden in the concession.

Just looking at the skulls on those boxes was enough to know how dangerous they were.

Thinking of this, these sentries looked at the people sitting steadily in the cars, and a feeling of respect arose spontaneously.

These warriors of the empire were actually sitting on such dangerous things.

They were using their lives to escort these items.

Of course, the Special Operations Company soldiers did not receive their respect.

The convoy drove a few miles out of the Japanese Concession and began to turn.

This time, Lin Fan had the three cars stop at another sewer entrance into the concession.

The entire company, more than a hundred people, acted: One platoon was on the outer perimeter, guarding the area up to a hundred meters away from the cars.

The remaining soldiers quickly moved everything from the three cars into the sewer.

Lin Fan was just putting these things into the sewer first.

Then he had Li Xian take three drivers and quietly drive the cars in the direction of Sihang Warehouse.

Try to hide them!

In any case, the Special Operations Company would not want these three cars.

Although the Special Operations Company did not want these three cars, Lin Fan did not want them to be exposed too early.

Of course, it would be even better if the Japanese could never find them.

What Lin Fan did not expect was that the Japanese really did not find these three cars.

This was because less than two hours after Li Xian and the others parked the cars here,

They were discovered by those who engaged in cost-free business.

When they found that these three cars were not guarded at all, they drove the three cars away overnight and modified them.

From then on, these three cars from the three banks disappeared from Shanghai.

Lin Fan had Li Xian lead the team because Li Xian was the most familiar with Shanghai.

He could hide these three cars well and bring the people back safely.

Lin Fan himself, along with all the soldiers, began the intense sewer operation.

Although the things they had tonight were very valuable, they were money themselves.

But when there were more of these things, the weight was also quite heavy.

The Special Operations Company soldiers had to carry all these things back.

This was a strenuous task.

This was also a matter that required great secrecy.

Even in the sewer, not a single soldier in the entire Special Operations Company opened their mouths to speak.

What they did tonight was too exciting.

They had silently moved the Japanese's three banks.

Everyone now felt that this matter went too smoothly.

So smoothly that it was unbelievable!

Everyone was afraid that the sound of their voices would be heard by people who shouldn't know about these things.

When the last box was taken out of the sewer,

It was already dawn.

Li Xian and the four of them had not returned yet.

The soldiers of the entire Special Operations Company changed back into ordinary people's clothes.

This was a night of harvest, and also a night of fighting.

Lin Fan laughed and asked Yang Daren to take three people out to buy steamed buns.

Meat buns!

Big meat buns!

Buy seven for everyone!

The soldiers of the Special Operations Company, who had made a fortune, had no problem eating seven buns.

Money was not a problem at all!

Behind them in the warehouse were all the riches of the three bank vaults.

At the same time, Lin Fan also wanted the soldiers to have a few bowls of soybean milk.

Everyone had to drink it!

The soldiers' combat effectiveness was directly proportional to their ability to eat.

Lin Fan never forgot this point.

Now he was already thinking: He could equip his soldiers with a pound of chocolate each.

This thing was not only delicious, it was also high in calories, hunger-resistant, and quickly replenished physical strength.

The benefits were unspeakable, and there was only one drawback: It was too expensive!

For the Special Operations Company, which now had all the wealth of the three bank vaults: The issue of money was not an issue at all.

Whatever the plan was, they had to eat breakfast first.

When Li Xian and the three old drivers returned, they caught up with the entire company eating buns.

Soybean milk, porridge, paired with meat buns, not a single person in the company spoke.

Everyone was eating heartily.

These big meat buns were really too delicious!

This was the common feeling of every soldier, nothing in the world was more delicious than this!

The morning was a time for everyone to catch up on sleep, and not a single soldier objected.

Even Lin Fan's body, which had been trained for a long time, was a bit overwhelmed.

While the Special Operations Company was quietly sleeping at home, the entire Japanese Concession was in an uproar.

In the morning, those who went to work at the three banks discovered that something was wrong with the banks.

They quickly found the guards who were already stiff dead, and of course, they also discovered that all the safes and bank vaults had been opened.

Panic-stricken clerks quickly ran out of the bank and shouted on the street: Police! Police! Our bank vault has been robbed.

Immediately, many passers-by squeezed in to see the excitement: It was not easy to see the first scene of a bank vault being robbed.

Soon, someone else nearby shouted the same thing.

Everyone was not far apart, and the three banks were robbed at the same time!

These people watching the excitement suddenly remembered: They seemed to have also deposited money in these banks.

Now that their vaults had been robbed: Could they still withdraw the money they had deposited?

Some people with quick minds had already started walking, rushing home to get their deposit books.

Hoping to withdraw the money as soon as possible!

The news was immediately spread, and by the time the Japanese reacted: Spreading such news would not help, but would greatly affect their international reputation.

The news of the robbery of three Japanese banks had already spread throughout the financial circles of Shanghai.

This news was even more explosive than the gun battle at the Great World Entertainment Center last night.

People were asking each other who had done it?

This news had now become something that all Shanghai people were talking about with relish.

Everyone was fantasizing: If they were the ones who robbed the three banks, how great would that be!

No matter how many unpleasant things happened last night, the robbery of three Japanese banks

The three tycoons of Shanghai had all issued orders to their gang members: Find out the news!

Find the people who robbed these three banks!

If this matter was really done by martial arts people, then they could do the first day of the month, and they could do the fifteenth.

Find them, stop them, or stop the wealth in their hands.

The Jianghu Order of the Dragon Group that they had issued to various gangs last night was also mixed with the latest orders and spread throughout the martial world.

Zhang Xiaolin suffered heavy losses last night. Originally, his age was older than Du Yuesheng, and he entered the Qing Gang earlier than Du Yuesheng.

But his status over the years had always been below Du Yuesheng.

The three tycoons on Shanghai Beach, although everyone said so.

But there was also a ranking among the three tycoons.

In the past, Huang Jinrong was ranked first, Du Yuesheng was ranked second, and he was third.

In the past ten years, Du Yuesheng had quietly risen in status.

Now he was already the boss among the three tycoons in Shanghai.

But what about himself?

He was still standing still, still at the bottom, still the third.

Millennial third!

This was the wound that Zhang Xiaolin had always been unable to speak of!

Last night's performance at the Great World had reduced Zhang Xiaolin's strength quite a bit.

More than two hundred thugs died in the Great World, but this was not enough to make Zhang Xiaolin feel heartache.

The sixty-some assassins who died outside the Great World were the elite of Zhang Nalin's men.

These people were selected from tens of thousands of his men over the past few decades.

In order to buy the loyalty of these people, Zhang Xiaolin had spent a lot of money on these people.

After all, people drifted in the martial world, and in the end, it was all for money.

So Zhang Xiaolin had given these assassins enough money and women.

But he did not expect that last night, in a battle with the Dragon Group that lasted less than ten minutes.

More than sixty good hands had all died.

Although he still had tens of thousands of men, these people were said to be his men, but they were not like the thugs who died last night.

Completely obedient to his orders, when he had strength.

These tens of thousands of men could still listen to his orders.

If he slightly revealed half a point of strength that was not commensurate with his status.

Among these people, there would definitely be no shortage of people who wanted to replace him.

When he thought of this, Zhang Xiaolin had already made up his mind.

He must take advantage of the Japanese's victory this time to reshuffle the power on Shanghai Beach.

When Huang Jinrong and Du Yuesheng both ran to Hong Kong.

He would be the only one in Shanghai, and after a few years, no matter how the situation changed.

He would be the number one tycoon in Shanghai.

The plan was set!

Revenge must still be taken, no matter how powerful the Dragon Group showed last night.

I, Zhang Xiaolin, am not to be trifled with.

Zhang Xiaolin could still order Shanghai to carry out his determination to find the Dragon Group.

There were people from the Qing Gang in every street, corner, and industry in Shanghai.

Now these people were all inquiring about an organization called the Dragon Group, and they were also looking for a person called Longtou Lin Fan.

Lin Fan did not know all this, and the people of the entire Special Operations Company were still resting.

The entire Shanghai had become a net, and there were tens of thousands of eyes on this net, staring at every corner of Shanghai.

They were all looking for Lin Fan!