He was just trying to escape for his life, barely able to crawl, but You Jinglun immediately struggled to crawl towards another building, leaving a trail of blood behind him. He pointed in the direction he was crawling and said, "Hero! It's that building ahead!"

Lin Fan disliked how slow he was crawling and ordered, "Drag him along and let him point the way."

They immediately rushed towards the next courtyard in the middle. At this time, You Jinglun was being carried by two soldiers, closely following behind Lin Fan.

He watched the man rushing ahead, his submachine gun never stopping. He was firing in all directions, but he rarely fired bursts. The sound of the gun was always "Da! Da! Da!"

Each sound was like the King of Hell's soul-reaping chain, certain to hit someone. His method of changing magazines was also too beautiful. His left hand took the magazine out of the ammunition pouch, while his right hand continued to fire.

No one knew how his left hand moved, but the empty magazine was already back in the pouch.

"Number Seventy-Six, who did they provoke? Such an expert is completely unchallenged here!" In You Jinglun's eyes, Lin Fan's status was infinitely elevated.

He whispered to the two soldiers carrying him, "Brothers! Which path are you experts from? Please leave your names. We'll meet again someday. The mountains don't turn, but the water does, and we'll have a chance to meet."

What answered him was a dagger stirring in the wound on his thigh a few times, causing You Jinglun to scream like a pig being slaughtered. It was too painful.

Having learned his lesson, he didn't dare say anything more.

Lin Fan led his men forward, killing any spies who popped out from the left and right without actively chasing after them.

Second Company Commander Meng Qilue commanded the entire company's five squads, dividing them into five combat teams to attack. The platoon Lin Fan was leading was rushing in to rescue people.

Therefore, they were also rushing the fastest. In fact, after Lin Fan led the reconnaissance platoon in, their retreat was cut off by the spies who came out.

Meng Qilue commanded several platoons to sweep all the way over. He was clear about the reconnaissance platoon's combat strength and completely trusted Lin Fan's combat strength.

He didn't panic because the reconnaissance platoon was surrounded by spies. These spies were far from being comparable to the Japanese devils on the battlefield.

The entire company advanced steadily, launching a fierce attack on the middle courtyard from the front courtyard of Number Seventy-Six.

At this time, Lin Fan had already led his men up to the third floor that You Jinglun mentioned. Lin Fan rushed in and saw that the room was empty.

He reached out and felt the messy bedding. There was still some residual warmth. The whole room was still filled with a fragrance of powder. There was indeed a woman here just now.

But where did she go?

Lin Fan was anxious! You Jinglun was even more anxious. He stammered, "H...Hero! She was guarded by two people. There was no chance for her to escape."

"Where did you take her?"

This was a difficult question. You Jinglun was speechless. He knew that if he had no value, he would be silenced immediately.

He had seen it clearly on the way in. Some of the spies who were injured but not dead were easily finished off with a bayonet, either by stabbing them in the throat or directly inserting it from behind the neck, breaking their cervical vertebrae.

Even if the Great Luo Golden Immortal was reincarnated, they wouldn't be able to come back to life after being dealt with like that.

His heart was in a panic, and he stammered even more, "H...Hero! D...Don't kill me. I know where the vault is. There are many good things hidden inside."

Lin Fan said coldly, "Take us to the interrogation room first!"

Hearing that he was being asked to lead the way, You Jinglun immediately perked up. "It's in the backyard! The treasure pavilion is also in the backyard."

He immediately pointed Lin Fan and the others to continue rushing towards the backyard. At this time, the reconnaissance platoon was surrounded by gunfire, constantly shooting at the building.

Lin Fan ordered, "Wait a moment. Too many flies are annoying with their buzzing."

He hid his body behind the window, observing the muzzle flashes of the spies outside when they fired, and then returned fire.

He changed two more magazines, firing sixty bullets. The gunfire from the siege outside the building suddenly became sparse.

Lin Fan asked, "Give me five magazines!" He had used up almost all of the magazines he was carrying on the way here.

Several soldiers immediately handed up a magazine each. Lin Fan said, "Let's continue!"

"We still need to leave one alive to inquire about information." Lin Fan felt that this small leader didn't know much and wasn't of much value.

You Jinglun quickly shouted, "There's at least a thousand kilograms of gold in the treasure pavilion, hero! For the sake of the gold, spare my life!"

He had already seen that this group of people was truly ruthless, and they hadn't left a single person alive along the way.

As long as he could survive, no one would know that he was a traitor, and he could still beg for food from Captain Li Shiqun.

Having figured this out, all that was left was to figure out how to survive.

Lin Fan said in a low voice, "If there isn't a thousand kilograms of gold, you will know my methods."

Hearing him say this, You Jinglun felt that he had survived and quickly said, "There is! There is! We just moved in from Number Sixty-Seven. That gold was moved from there."

Lin Fan was still rushing in the front as the vanguard, with the soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon following behind. They assisted in firing at the spies who showed their faces.

They bombarded the hidden bunkers. At this time, You Jinglun had changed his mind. He wanted Lin Fan's group to survive, so he took the initiative to point out where the hidden bunkers were.

This allowed the people in the reconnaissance platoon to be prepared in advance, and they rushed into the backyard without much danger.

"Go to the interrogation room first!"

Lin Fan didn't go to the treasure pavilion first. Lin Jue was hung on the rack, and after being tortured continuously for more than twelve hours, he was now a little delirious.

Blood had long blurred his vision. When Lin Fan led his men in, he saw this blood-stained man hanging there with his head drooping, like a pig that had been hung on a rack, just waiting to be slaughtered.

Lin Fan said in a low voice, "Take him down and wash his face."

In his blurriness, Lin Jue felt himself being let down, but his eyes, which were covered in blood, couldn't see anything clearly.

At this moment, a towel soaked in cold water was placed on his face. The hand was rough, but the movements were gentle, and he was given a face wash.

Lin Fan asked, "Can you speak?"

Lin Jue said in a hoarse voice, "Yes!"

"Lin Jue! Boss Dai asked me to come and take you out. Put that person down and carry him up."

Lin Jue saw You Jinglun, who had just said that he would go out and drag back the bodies of those who had attacked tonight, being dragged on the ground covered in blood.

He clearly saw that several of this person's fingers were broken and could not be repaired. His hands and feet were covered in gunshots and bloodstains.

Lin Jue didn't know if these people were friends or enemies. He didn't answer.

"Did you see Miss Gui Shiyun?" Lin Fan continued to ask.

"I don't know any Miss Gui Shiyun," Lin Jue said.

Lin Fan smiled. "You're still not sure if we're friends or enemies. It's good to be vigilant. But don't struggle on the stretcher.

I don't mind taking a corpse out."

After saying that, he asked You Jinglun on the ground, "Where is the dungeon?"

From the moment Lin Fan took on this task, he had planned: Since he had entered Number Seventy-Six, he would rescue everyone imprisoned in the dungeon.

Number Seventy-Six was different from other places. This was where the Japanese devils and the puppet government imprisoned anti-Japanese patriots. There were no ordinary murderers, arsonists, rapists, or thieves here.

Lin Jue's eyes lit up, and he struggled to point in one direction. You Jinglun, seeing that his chance to point the way had been stolen, quickly said, "It's this way. There are two layers of guards, one visible and one hidden, at the first gate."

His words almost made Lin Jue believe that this wasn't an act and that someone had really come to save him. But Lin Jue was still afraid that this was all fake.

Although the sounds of gunfire and explosions outside were continuous, and this group of people was constantly firing.

He was being carried by two soldiers in the middle of the group, and he couldn't see the scene of Lin Fan opening the way in front.

However, Lin Jue could still see the spies who had fallen along the way. It was easy to find some people to play corpses. But these people who had rushed in were clearly really fighting.

As they passed, the corpses on the ground would be stabbed again, and blood would sometimes spurt several feet high.

"They're really killing people!"

You Jinglun saw it even more clearly this time. The person rushing in the front was obviously the leader of this team, and also the strongest fighter.

He walked in front, and the two layers of guards, both visible and hidden, that were set up in the dungeon were like chickens being killed in front of him. He just went in with his "Da da da."

Even if there was a place that was completely sealed by an iron gate and needed someone to open it from the inside, these people just shouted, "Rocket launcher!"

Then there was a loud "Boom!" and the iron plate split open.

Seeing that it was a weapon like a cannonball that was launched from the arm, You Jinglun was already guessing in his heart, "Which country's new weapon is this? Are these people Western thugs?

Does Gui Shiyun know Westerners?" His mind was constantly thinking about things.

Lin Fan had already caught a living guard and learned from this person that Gui Shiyun had just been sent in.

He immediately asked to be taken there. Gui Shiyun had just been sent to the dungeon and was frightened by the environment inside.

The dirty, damp ground, the stench of excrement and urine, the stench of rotting muscles after people were tortured, and the smell of rotten straw and something unidentifiable on the ground made Gui Shiyun vomit on the spot.

She successfully added another smell to the entire dungeon.

While she was still in the dungeon, she heard the sounds of gunfire and explosions coming from the road she had entered.

When someone asked in the aisle, "Gui Shiyun! Who is Gui Shiyun?" six or seven responses actually rang out throughout the entire dungeon.

The soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon quickly found her. Seeing that she was completely unharmed, they immediately said, "Follow us!"

Lin Fan also had everyone open all the cells. "Follow us! If you can't walk, help each other!"

At this time, Lin Jue began to wonder, "Is this a play or a real prison break?"

No matter which one it was, the team that had rushed in today was too strong, too ruthless, and too fast.

Lin Fan didn't start to retreat immediately. He still remembered the treasure pavilion that You Jinglun had mentioned.

He led his team out of the dungeon and killed all the spies who had come after hearing the news.

You Jinglun watched Lin Fan kill everyone, and his heart was even more frightened: With such a person leading the team, even if all the elites of Number Seventy-Six were guarding the house tonight, they wouldn't be able to do anything to him!

Even Captain Li Shiqun and Captain Wu Sibao combined wouldn't be a match for this person.

He thought that Li Shiqun and Wu Sibao were on their way to Number Seventy-Six in a car at this time. They were both famous traitors and had long been on the hit list of many assassination teams.

Even on the way back from the Great World to Number Seventy-Six, they had several plans.

Today, they were using the emergency plan and didn't take the fastest route.

On the contrary, Captain Ito Kyuji's squad led by Guanteng Daxiong arrived the fastest. Guanteng Daxiong's squad was compiled and had a full fifty-four Japanese devils. Their squad didn't have grenade launchers or mortars, and they didn't have heavy machine guns, but the entire squad had a full six light machine guns.

Each of the three motorcycles opening the way had a machine gun mounted on it, and the two troop carriers behind them also had opportunities set up. They were very imposing.

Although it was already twelve o'clock at night, Shanghai was a city that never sleeps, and there were still many pedestrians and vehicles on the streets.

However, when they saw the Japanese devil convoy coming, they all dodged. The Japanese devils in Shanghai were already more imposing than the Westerners.

Company Commander Zhen Jianshu led his team and had been lying in ambush at the intersections around Number Seventy-Six for a long time. Listening to the sounds of explosions and fierce gunfire coming from the courtyard, and watching the flares constantly rising into the air.

The soldiers of the First Company were all waiting quietly: Today was another battle to besiege the point and strike at reinforcements.

They were guarding here, and the Japanese devils would definitely come, and there wouldn't be few of them. In fact, ten minutes after Guanteng Daxiong's squad set off, Wu Xiaobao reported to Captain Ito Kyuji again: "The number of people attacking is at least a hundred. They are carrying machine guns and cannons. The hidden bunkers in the courtyard can't stop them."

While he was on the phone, there was a huge explosion that was transmitted through the microphone. Captain Ito Kyuji felt that the matter was much more serious than he had imagined.

He hung up the phone and immediately reported to Yan Junliu, the commander of the Central China Expeditionary Army, and received instructions: "You can mobilize the Japanese devil Marine Corps."

Captain Ito Kyuji immediately issued an order to the Japanese devil Marine Corps stationed in Shanghai to send troops.

This team used to be extremely strong. Chang Kaishen's three German-equipped divisions hadn't been able to take down the Dagong Yarn Factory, which was guarded by their four thousand and five Japanese devils. However, they were later crippled by Lin Fan and almost had their designation wiped out.

Now, this team had recovered its vitality, and its weapons and equipment were even better than before.

Kame Tian Yifu had been the captain for more than half a year, and they had no chance to go to the battlefield at all, so he had no chance to make a contribution.

Today, he suddenly heard that hundreds of people had attacked Number Seventy-Six, and the other side had machine guns and artillery. The military police were afraid that their martial power was not enough, so they asked him to send a team to support them.

Captain Kame Tian Yifu's Marine Corps was now the size of a regiment, with more than six thousand Japanese devils under his command.

This time, he directly sent out a mechanized battalion and a tank company. The team that received the order set off immediately, and the captain of the Ozhengzao Tank Company led twelve tanks rumbling out of the camp, heading straight for Number Seventy-Six.

Chui Shiriren sat on the motorcycle at the front, holding the handle of the light machine gun in his hand, admiring the street scene of Shanghai with a relaxed expression. This was one of the most prosperous cities in the world today.

Now it was trembling under the empire's railways, and today they were going to make another group of people tremble. Thinking like this, Chui Shiriren looked at the familiar intersection ahead, and he was about to turn to Number Seventy-Six.

These military police were very familiar with the streets, after all, they usually patrolled the streets and were familiar with every street here.

They had already turned the corner and saw several more flares rising in the direction of Number Seventy-Six, and the sound of gunfire could already be heard faintly.

Some people on the street were also running towards the direction of the gunfire. These people were either reporters or idlers, and they liked to watch the excitement.

Chui Shiriren looked contemptuously at those who were scrambling to get out of the way, and spat out a mouthful of phlegm, which happened to land on someone's face.

The man opened his mouth to curse, but when he saw that it was a team of Japanese devil soldiers, he quickly changed to a smiling face. He didn't dare wipe his face first, but instead took off his hat and held it in his hand, first bowing and saluting.

"This is a sensible one!" Chui Shiriren's last thought was fixed here.

Just as he was thinking this, many gunshots suddenly came from both sides of the street. The Japanese devils on the three motorcycles rushing in front were almost all shot at the same time and fell to their deaths.

Even the Japanese devils in the two cars behind them fell one after another.

Among the passers-by on the street, two people suddenly rushed out, grabbed the car's control panel from the left and right sides of the troop carrier, and with two crisp gunshots, killed the Japanese devil and the driver in the driver's seat, while also stopping the car steadily.

All of this happened in a flash. Almost as soon as the gunshots rang out, the two cars were actually snatched.

Although the Japanese devils in the cars were not all killed in the first round of attacks, before they could counterattack, the second round of attacks arrived.

The reporters on the street reacted and quickly began to take pictures, and the magnesium lights flickered, making the street flash brightly and darkly.

The three motorcycles crashed on the side of the road and stalled. Soon, someone rushed out, overturned the Japanese devils on the motorcycles, sat on the motorcycles, and guided the cars directly into the opened gate of Number Seventy-Six.

The entire process took less than three minutes. Only a pile of Japanese devil corpses and blood flowing on the ground were left on the street, proving that everything that had happened was not an illusion.

The man who had climbed out of bed in the middle of the night and was peeking behind the window took a few steps back in fright.

The woman on the bed was finally worried about her man and also got up, put on her clothes, and put the man's clothes on him as well. "What's wrong?

If you don't want to watch, go to bed and warm up."

The man's face flushed red. "You come and see, just stay here and don't stick your head out. Don't look at the Number Seventy-Six courtyard, look at the street in front of it."

The woman's eyes were sharp, and she immediately saw many people lying on the street, and she was shocked. "Why are there so many drunks tonight?"