Spy Wars: I have spy skills, it’s so damn cool!

Sun Lang was taken to the telecommunications room by the non-commissioned officer Kimura.

There were eight people, both men and women, in the telecommunications room.

Everyone was working, the radio station was beeping non-stop, and someone was quickly recording the beeps on a piece of paper.

Some people were still sending telegrams.

I opened the system identity scan and saw that they were all Japanese.

Yes, in such an important place, Chinese people are generally not asked to serve as telegraph operators.

After being brought in front of a female Japanese soldier, Kimura gave her a few instructions. The female soldier then began to adjust the signal and then nodded to the two of them, indicating that they could begin.

This time Sun Lang spoke in more detail, from the start to the firefights with the Military Control Commission and the Red Party, and even the death of a student.

The one who died was Yanagi, and he told the other person softly and clearly that even if he didn't say it, Qingshan Shuyi and the others would know it when they came back later, so there was no need to hide it.

Anyway, the person is already dead. Knowing that the dead person is their undercover agent, what can Xiongtian do?

Then Yang Guichang fell off the cliff, and he and Qingshan Shuyi were separated.

The reason why I didn’t go back to Haishi for so many days after we separated was because I got lost in the mountains.

This was the wording he had thought of long ago.

I was lost for several days, and walked for many days on the way back. Finally, I took the wrong train and arrived in Nanshi.

After he finished speaking, Sun Lang felt his mouth was dry.

Just as he was speaking, the Japanese woman kept looking at him, with increasing impatience on her face.

Probably because she didn't expect him to say so much, the other person kept pressing his hand as long as he talked.

It can also be seen that if this Japanese woman was not a veteran, the other party might not be able to handle the information she was telling at the speed she spoke.

Seeing the other party raise his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, Sun Lang curled his lips in a good mood and turned to leave the telecommunications room.

When he went out, he saw Kimura waiting for him outside.

"Director Sun, follow me!"

"it is good."

"Mr. Kimura, I would like to ask, what do I need to do here?"

Let him stay without telling him what to do.

He was asked to help for a few days, but he didn't specify how many days.

"Director Sun, you will know when you get there."

Damn it, just don’t say it.

He knew without being told what was happening, what good could come of these little Japanese devils?

If you don't do anything, I'll mess it up. Secretly.

Seeing that Kimura didn't want to talk to him any more, Sun Lang certainly wouldn't go and try to please him and make himself look bad.

No one spoke along the way. After getting in the car, Sun Lang seemed nonchalant, but he was actually secretly observing the street outside the window.

Although he is now the director of the Special High Section, given the previous assassination attempt by the Japanese, who knows when they will attack him again.

Now not only the Red Party and the Military Control Commission want to kill him, but even the Japanese don't want him alive.

He is really successful as a secret agent!

I collected my thoughts. This devil didn't say where he was going or what he was going to do, so I had better be careful.

The car drove for about ten minutes and stopped in front of a teahouse.

After getting off the car, Sun Lang looked at the teahouse and raised his eyebrows.

Could it be that this Kimura wanted to invite him for tea?

I sneered in my heart, that's impossible.

He and Kimura got out of the car, the car drove forward a distance and stopped, and the military truck behind drove to the door.

This made him a little confused. What were the military trucks doing here?

Before he could continue reading, a man came out of the teahouse.

When he saw them, he had a flattering smile on his face. Or rather, he only smiled when he saw Kimura.

"Taijun, you are here, please come in."

As he spoke, he held out his hand and led them inside.

Just as he was about to follow in, Sun Lang heard some noise behind him and turned around to take a look.

A few Japanese soldiers got off the military truck and were about to come in carrying wooden boxes.

That wooden box looks familiar. It’s the box that holds opium on the train.

Sun Lang frowned, not understanding why the Japanese brought the opium into this teahouse?

"What are you doing?"

An angry shout came from the teahouse, interrupting Sun Lang's thoughts.

I just walked into the teahouse at that moment and looked towards the place where the sound came from, only to find that the teahouse had a second floor.

Just at the entrance of the stairs on the second floor, several people were arguing.

A middle-aged man was looking at the teahouse waiter with an angry face, and not just the teahouse waiter.

There were two sturdy men beside the middle-aged man. They looked like thugs and they were not easy to deal with.

The three men surrounded the middle-aged man and prevented him from leaving.

The guy saw that the middle-aged man was angry, but he didn't give in at all.

He sneered and said, "Since you're on the second floor, you must try it."

"I said I don't want to touch it now. I just came up to take a look first."

"No, I still say that now that you are on the second floor, you have to try it, whether you like it or not. We have the final say here."

"If you don't want to touch it, you still have to ask us. We doubt whether you are a spy or a spy sent from other places?"

When the guy saw that the middle-aged man was not cooperating, he started to threaten him.

When the middle-aged man heard what he said, his face turned red with anger.

"Don't spit blood at me, what spy?"

"You guys are running a business, and I can't even come up and take a look? And you insist on forcing me to buy or sell."

"If I couldn't see it, why did you bring me up here?"

"Stop talking nonsense. Just tell me whether you want to try it or not. If you don't want to, we will arrest you as a spy and hand you over to the devils."

The guy was clearly running out of patience.

As he finished speaking, two sturdy men next to him gradually approached the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man now has no way out.

His expression was a little ugly. He couldn't be captured, otherwise...

Sun Lang had been watching the few people below and clearly saw the changes on the middle-aged man's face.

With an idea in mind, I turned on the system identity scan.

"Gan Xin, leader of the Military Control Commission's operations team."

Actually... he is a member of the Military Control Commission. I didn’t expect to meet him again so soon, and he is a team leader.

This is the position that took over Li Wei!

Gan Xin came to the teahouse, and they just happened to be transporting opium here. It would be strange to say that there is no connection between the two.

Also, this guy insisted on forcing Gan Xin to taste something, could it be...

Sun Lang looked at the three people thoughtfully.

The middle-aged man saw the two men getting closer and closer, and he tried to force a smile but couldn't, and said with gritted teeth:

"Wait a moment, let me taste it."

"Humph, it would have been better if you did this earlier. You're wasting our time."

"Come on, come in with me."

"Don't worry, you're a new customer, so we'll give you a discount for your first visit."

The waiter sneered, then led the way in front with an arrogant attitude. If you didn't know him, you would think he was the owner of the teahouse.

On the other hand, the real owner of the teahouse was wiping the sweat off his forehead with shaking hands, looking at Kimura carefully and said:

"Tai...Taijun is fine now. Do you want to come in and sit down?"

Kimura didn't say anything, but he could tell that the other party was somewhat unhappy.

Sun Lang wanted to go up to the second floor to see what they were doing.

The two of them walked in another direction, and he could only follow them.

We just arrived here, so we'd better be honest.

The shopkeeper led them to a study room. As soon as they sat on the stools, the other party hurriedly served them tea and water.

Then he took out an account book and handed it to Kimura for inspection.