Qi Tongwei: Can I be young again?

"no way!"

Without a second thought, Qi Tongwei chased after the short man.

Why pursue a short man?

Because he had a bag in his hand.

Who knows what's in this bag? Let's take down this bastard first.

Half past six in the evening.

It was cold, and with the biting wind, almost all the residents in the alley stayed at home and no one went out.

This is also the kind of environment Qi Tongwei hoped for in order to make the arrest.

how to say?

Spies are definitely dangerous.

He's not one to be trifled with either.

But it's different for ordinary people. If innocent people are injured during the arrest, that wouldn't be fun.

……

One chased, the other ran.

The two continued walking through the narrow alleyways.

The short man was very fast.

Qi Tongwei was faster.

Not only was he fast, but his physical fitness was also extraordinary. After running at high intensity for five or six minutes, the short man was clearly out of breath and his speed slowed down.

But Qi Tongwei is still full of energy.

Of course, this is inseparable from his good fitness habits and his requirements for his physique.

If Hou Liangping were to drink cola and eat rice porridge all day like he does, he would probably have collapsed from exhaustion long ago.

After another three minutes of chasing, the distance between the two had shrunk to less than ten meters.

Qi Tongwei was also prepared to arrest the person.

But at that moment, the short man suddenly turned around, put his hand into his bag, and pulled out a pen.

The sharp pen nib was pointed directly at Qi Tongwei.

"Who are you? Why are you following me?"

The short man spoke with a strange accent.

Why is it considered strange?

It's like the Mandarin isn't Mandarin, and the Cantonese isn't Cantonese. You can understand it, but it's really annoying.

Qi Tongwei became even more certain of the other party's identity.

"This is China. You little Japanese devil, do you have the right to ask me who I am?"

Upon hearing the word "Japanese devils," the short man realized he had been exposed.

However, he was not flustered. He calmly took out two gold bars from his bag and threw them directly in front of Qi Tongwei.

"A wise man submits to circumstances. I have no grudge against you. Take the money, leave this place, and we'll pretend we never met."

"Foolish." Qi Tongwei picked up the gold bar. "If I hand you over to the Ministry of State Security, in addition to the gold bar, I will also receive a first-class merit, and a first-class merit with a separate page in the family genealogy."

"No room for negotiation?"

"I don't have the habit of discussing things with the Japanese."

"OK then."

The short man took off his hat, scarf, and mask.

Show your true face.

Pointed mouth, monkey cheeks, and a mustache.

My first impression of Qi Tongwei was that he was sleazy.

Looking at it a second time, it's still sleazy.

This is the characteristic of the Japanese devils—utterly despicable.

"idiot!"

With a roar, the short man lunged forward, his pen like a dagger aimed straight at Qi Tongwei's throat.

Qi Tongwei dared not be careless, took a step back, and revealed the scissors hidden in his sleeve.

In a flash, with a metallic clang, Qi Tongwei's scissors had pierced the short man's abdomen.

However, Qi Tongwei held the short man's hand that was holding the pen tightly.

This is the primary fighting force in the name of the people.

"Bagaya road!"

The Japanese soldier was wounded in the abdomen and was wincing in pain.

To speak rudely and rudely.

Qi Tongwei didn't tolerate him at all. After a low sweep kick that made him lose his balance, he grabbed his wrist and threw him over his shoulder.

With a loud "thud," the Japanese soldier's body traced an arc through the air before crashing heavily to the ground.

It was in so much pain that it rolled around on the ground.

"This is espionage?"

"Rubbish!"

While the Japanese soldiers were rolling around, Qi Tongwei grabbed a discarded table and smashed it down.

With a loud crash, the table shattered into pieces.

After being hit, the Japanese soldier curled up in pain like a maggot.

At this point, the short Japanese soldier was no longer capable of fighting.

But Qi Tongwei dared not be overconfident.

Once the scissors are pulled from the Japanese soldier's body, it's time to be ruthless.

"Don't move! Put the scissors down!"

It was another clumsy voice.

Qi Tongwei squinted at him.

The tall spy from before reappeared, this time with a gun in his hand.

Qi Tongwei gasped.

Careless.

The two groups of Japanese soldiers must have had a purpose when they ran away separately. Now that I think about it, one of them probably went to get a gun.

how to say.

Train security checks are very strict, making it impossible to bring firearms along the way.

Spies, in turn, need firepower.

There's a high probability that they have an inside man in this alley. After his identity was exposed, the tall man pretended to run away, but actually went to retrieve a gun.

"I'll say it again, put the scissors down."

The tall spy, holding a gun, issued a stern warning.

"If you have the guts, shoot me."

“This is the capital city. Once the first shot is fired, I guarantee you two won’t be able to leave here.”

"Playing mind games with me?" the tall spy sneered. "Tomorrow is your New Year's Eve. If I fire now, people will just think I'm setting off firecrackers!"

"Then you'll have to be more accurate with your shot."

They've all died once already.

Who is afraid of who?

As soon as he finished speaking, Qi Tongwei immediately bent down.

At the same time, the tall spy pulled the trigger.

With a loud "bang," the bullet grazed Qi Tongwei's scalp, and his ears rang.

Despite the pain, Qi Tongwei pulled the short spy off the ground up and pushed him in front of him, using him as a shield.

Then he used scissors to press against the short spy's lower back.

"Come on, fire!"

Qi Tongwei's eyes were already red.