Operation Concluded

Although Wang Yan had always gone for one-hit kills, when it came to guns, he did not insist on landing headshots every time. Especially now, when he was using standard-issue pistols intended for Japanese intelligence personnel. He had never fired these guns before and could not judge their trajectory. Even at close range, with the farthest target no more than ten meters away, he would not risk aiming for the head. Instead, he aimed for the upper chest, where the heart and lungs were. Whether a single shot killed them or not was another matter, but it would certainly take away their ability to fight.

Thus, an interesting sight emerged: all six men inside the gate had been shot in the chest, while the eight standing outside the gate's bars had all been hit near the eyes. That was because the first three shots from each hand had let him get a feel for the guns' trajectory, allowing him to hit wherever he aimed. But headshots were still difficult, since the Japanese soldiers all wore steel helmets, and the Nambu pistols did not have enough power to punch through them.

Under the dim light by the gate, the area beneath the Japanese soldiers' helmet brims suddenly exploded. Blood and flesh burst through the air, and the eight Japanese soldiers outside died in an instant.

Only then did the guerrilla fighters lying in ambush on both sides rush out. Wang Yan saw clearly that the fighter charging at the front even wore an excited, ferocious grin. He raised his gun, just about to fire, when he abruptly stopped. The people behind him crowded forward and shoved him ahead, his savage grin vanishing, replaced by utter bewilderment.

Wang Yan paid them little attention. Calmly raising his guns, he went down the line