Espionage: You're tasked with spying, but you'll blow up the Special Higher Police?

150. Chase, Escape, Kill

"Is that you? The guy who threw a grenade at me on the day of the New Year's Lion King Competition?"

Sasaki's ears twitched slightly, and he too revealed an excited smile. The sound of footsteps came from inside the store. Zhou Hongyi calmly took out a small device with a button from his pocket and gently pressed it.

At the same time, Sasaki's smile froze, and he instinctively lunged to the side. A deafening roar followed, and the agents who had just stormed into the antique shop were all thrown back out by a powerful blast of air and flames. It turned out that Zhou Hongyi had detonated the pre-planted explosives, sending the shop, its goods, and the agents who had rushed in all flying into the air.

Taking advantage of the chaos caused by the explosion, he ignored the old swordsman Sasaki and ran away.

But after running only a few steps, a person suddenly appeared in front of Zhou Hongyi. The person was holding two guns and was shooting at him with both hands.

But Zhou Hongyi was simultaneously activating all his skills, his reaction speed and agility reaching superhuman levels. He effortlessly pushed aside the man's dual pistols with a quick, sweeping motion, deflecting the bullets to his sides. At the same time, a knee strike slammed into the chest of the man blocking his path, while his other foot used the opponent's body to propel him high into the air. In this process, he discarded his pistol, gripped the rooftop with both hands, and flipped himself up, his movements fluid and decisive, as if even the suddenly appearing gunman had been there to coordinate with his actions.

"Catch him! We can't let him get away again!"

Several Special Higher Police agents emerged from the building next door and fired a volley of shots in their direction.

Zhou Hongyi lunged forward, rolled twice after landing, and then threw two knives. One knife struck the man who had shouted in the thigh, causing him to cry out and kneel on one knee. The other knife, having anticipated the man's head as he knelt, plunged into his eye socket. The man screamed in agony and quickly lost consciousness.

Zhou Hongyi got up without stopping and continued running. He used parkour-like moves he had seen in movies in his previous life, taking advantage of the complex rooftop terrain to leap, roll, use leverage, and change direction, quickly leaving the spies behind him far behind.

Today, however, it seemed the enemy had laid a trap beforehand, and obstacles kept appearing in front of him, with a gunman even locking onto him in the distance. Zhou Hongyi could feel the sense of danger of being locked on by a scope from afar, a feeling that made the hairs on his body stand on end.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out. Zhou Hongyi twisted his body forcefully in mid-air, whether from being hit by a bullet or not, it was unclear. His body leaped into the air, suddenly changed direction, and fell horizontally from the rooftop.

"He's been shot! Grab him!"

An agent from the Special Higher Police, his voice brimming with joy, quickly jumped off the roof, only to be met with two dark, round objects.

"Boom!"

Two grenades flashing with intense light stung the eyes of the agents and spies, who covered their eyes and screamed in terror. Meanwhile, a dark figure plunged into the river with a splash.

"He's about to dive! Quick, we can't let him get away!"

One of the Japanese agents, covering his tear-filled eyes, pointed to the water and then jumped into the river himself. However, this was just Zhou Hongyi repeating his old trick. He wrapped a stone in his coat and threw it into the water, while he opened the window and jumped into the second floor of a small garden villa.

He moved quickly around the room, taking off his clothes, trousers, and shoes. Once he was completely undressed, he opened the door and reached the entrance of the mansion. His overcoat, trousers, and hat were hanging on the nails by the entrance, and a pair of shiny leather shoes sat on the shoe rack in the corner.

Zhou Hongyi leaped up on the spot, instantly put on his pants, wrapped himself in a trench coat, pulled up his hat, took out a black umbrella from the corner, opened the door, and walked out openly.

At this moment, the resident on the second floor turned on the light, trembling, and came downstairs, asking, "Who is it?"

They saw no one, only a bloodstained coat lying on the ground. Then several strangers broke into their window, terrifying them so much that they huddled together, begging for mercy with tears in their eyes.

Yes, Zhou Hongyi was shot. Even with all his skills activated, facing the enemy's overwhelming encirclement, he risked being shot to escape. It was this shot that allowed him to create chaos and break free.

At this moment, the world in his eyes had already become colorful. The Master of Deception had constructed the shortest and safest path for Zhou Hongyi.

He turned left and right, sometimes climbing over walls, sometimes crawling through tunnels, and soon finally reached the main road. During this process, Zhou Hongyi even reached into the muscles of his shoulder to pull out the bullet, forcibly sewed the wound shut with a safety pin he had borrowed, covered it with a white cloth, and tied it tightly with a rope. After doing all this, he emerged from the shadows and sat in a rickshaw.

"Get to the Paramount Ballroom quickly."

"Okay, please sit down."

Although it was nearly midnight, going to the Paramount Ballroom to spend money wasn't unusual. The rickshaw driver, pulling Zhou Hongyi, stopped in the open space in front of the Paramount Ballroom after less than ten minutes. Zhou Hongyi flicked a silver dollar down and said, "Keep the change." To the rickshaw driver's astonishment, he walked into the Paramount Ballroom.

Just after he entered the Paramount, in a nearby alley, a group of secret agents, like headless flies, knocked on the doors of all the residents' houses and searched them one by one.

Yosuke Saotome stared thoughtfully at the bloodstains and discarded bullets on the ground.

“He got shot… If I were him, I wouldn’t run to a less crowded area; instead, I would go to a crowded area and lie low for a while. And many entertainment venues in Shanghai are still open. His target is these dance halls. Send people to block all the exits of the dance halls that are still open; he can’t escape.”

"understand!"

Upon receiving Saotome's orders, the Japanese special agents quickly directed the already-waiting military police soldiers to appear in large groups in the bustling city. The patrons and passersby were so frightened by this sight that they scrambled to the side of the road.

Every single dance hall in the vicinity was heavily surrounded by military police, with people standing at the front, back, and side entrances. Soon after, two more trucks arrived, and over fifty Japanese soldiers poured out, setting up roadblocks and positioning gunmen on high ground to ensure a 365-degree view. Their sole purpose was to dig out the legendary "Monkey King" from the crowd.