The sound of a woodpecker pecking at wood rang out, the standard sound effect of a Japanese heavy machine gun firing.

The sound of the heavy machine gun immediately gave great encouragement to the group of special agents who had rushed out of the building.

The twenty-odd traitors of Zuo Ming's squad were the personnel on duty in the front yard of No. 76 today. What Mo Wen and the others had eliminated was only the part of these personnel sent out on patrol.

Most of the on-duty agents and lackeys were still in the house, drinking, eating meat, chatting, and bragging.

The moment the gunshots rang out, these people drew their pistols and rushed out of the door. Just by their actions, it could be seen that these lackeys were well-trained.

In fact, it wasn't that they had been specially trained, but that there were too many people coming to No. 76 to rescue their friends, and these agents and lackeys had to deal with it so often that they had developed a conditioned reflex.

They rushed out of the door, their eyes scanning along the beams of the searchlights, but they had not yet found their target.

The searchlights all went out, and the machine gun on the high ground stopped firing.

Squad Leader Zuo Ming was shocked: "The group that came tonight is strong! Judging from the gunshots, there are quite a few of them." He felt a little nervous.

He said to his subordinates, "Be careful! The group that came tonight is not easy to deal with." As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the fiery line that the heavy machine gun made as it cut through the night.

Zheng San'er hid in the bunker, operating the heavy machine gun, and began to strafe at the vague figures in the darkness.

He felt very secure. It hadn't been long since these traitors had moved to No. 76, but it was not the first time that someone had rushed in in the middle of the night to try to snatch someone away.

Presumably, those warriors who came to rescue their companions also believed that these agents had only just moved in and might not be very vigilant. What those people didn't know was that Li Shi Qun had set up a full twelve bunkers in the No. 76 compound.

These bunkers, combined, could completely seal off the No. 76 compound.

Those who could rush in to snatch people were all highly skilled and daring individuals. Even so, the pistols in their hands, or even the submachine guns they were holding, could not compete with Zheng San'er, who was hidden in the bunker.

These agents rushed out of the various rooms with a surge of courage, but they were immediately shot down by submachine guns.

Like the twenty-odd agents of Zuo Ming's squad, they saw the bunker being blown up, but still rushed out, trying to counterattack by relying on their familiarity with the terrain.

As a result, they were discovered when they rushed out, and the submachine gun fire mowed them down in large numbers.

Next came two more grenades, and then the people on the opposite side rushed up. These people were even using bayonets to stab.

Zuo Ming's squad of twenty-odd traitors was completely wiped out in one encounter.

Some agents hid in the rooms and took potshots, only to invite a rocket or a grenade.

Lin Fan saw an agent waving a pistol, obviously giving commands, and immediately said to the soldier beside him, "Take him alive!"

Four shots in a row hit the person's limbs. Fearing that he might still be able to run away, he put two more shots in his feet.

Only then did he lead the team to continue charging forward. You Jinglun had just rushed out of the torture hall, waving his pistol, urging the few agents under his command to move faster.

He felt pain in his hands, feet, and limbs at the same time, and then suddenly fell to the ground. Frightened, he shouted, "I'm injured! I'm injured!"

Immediately, two agents rushed up, wanting to carry him down. Just as these two agents ran out of their hiding place, holes appeared in their foreheads, and they fell to the ground without a sound.

They died without even struggling. Although You Jinglun couldn't move his hands and feet, his eyes could see clearly.

He was shocked: "Such accurate marksmanship!"

Of the seven or eight agents who had rushed out with him, two had died, and immediately two more rushed out, wanting to carry the squad leader back.

Then You Jinglun looked as if he had seen a ghost. The foreheads of these two subordinates each had a bullet hole right in the center: "Snipers! They have snipers."

With his knowledge, he could only think of this. In reality, how could Lin Fan's marksmanship be described as that of a sniper?

Lin Fan seemed to have returned to the time when he had just formed the special operations company, leading the charge at the front, with the soldiers of the Second Company following closely behind him.

He knew that tonight was to rescue people. If Gui Shi Yun was interrogated by these agents, she might be killed by them in an emergency.

That's how it was always portrayed on TV. Lin Fan didn't want such a tragedy to happen. He wanted to rush in as quickly as possible and rescue her first.

You Jinglun struggled to see a person not far away, charging at the front, a submachine gun in his hand firing continuously as if it were a machine gun.

But each time he fired, he stingily released only one bullet, but his movements were so fast that it looked like he was firing in bursts.

This person was like a heavenly god, charging through the courtyard. None of the many agents in the courtyard could make his steps falter even for a moment.

"Which hero is this?"

Just as You Jinglun was wondering, Lin Fan had already rushed in front of him, not even looking at him: "Where is the prison?"

"Who are you?" You Jinglun asked.

Lin Fan didn't continue to ask, pulled out his dagger, and gouged the wound on the agent's thigh: "Where is the prison?"

You Jinglun still wanted to pretend to be brave. Before he could answer, Lin Fan smashed the handle of the dagger into the ground.

You Jinglun screamed. One of his fingers had been smashed into pulp.

"In the basement over there!"

"Where is Gui Shi Yun?" Lin Fan continued to ask.

"On the third floor!"

*smack!* There was another muffled sound, and You Jinglun was in so much pain that his eyes went black. He wanted to pass out, but he just couldn't.

"The captain didn't know she was one of your people, so he hasn't used any torture yet. These past few days, we've been treating her with good wine and good food.

Really, she's just on the third floor!" You Jinglun quickly confessed.

"Where is Lin Jue?"

"I don't know. Who is Lin Jue? If he came in, he probably used an alias. I really don't know who he is." Another finger was smashed into pulp.

You Jinglun had already burst into tears. This person's ruthlessness was on a completely different level compared to No. 76.

You Jinglun was already reviewing himself, wondering if the methods of torture he had used in the past had been too gentle.

"A middle-aged man you arrested yesterday morning." Lin Fan took out Lin Jue's photo.

"He's in the interrogation room!"

"Take us there!"