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

After dinner, I put all the boxes into the storage space, and the study still smelled of food.

This room has no windows, only a door, and is not ventilated. The smell of food will take a long time to dissipate. If the door is opened, the smell will definitely be noticed by the waiters outside.

After a moment of hesitation, Sun Lang didn't bother to care anymore.

Even when they smelled the food, the waiters didn't dare to ask him where the food came from.

Sure enough, after he opened the door and went out, after a while, the guys couldn't help but twitch their noses.

"Hmm! It smells so good! Can you smell it?"

"I smell it, it smells like spicy peppers and meat."

"Yes, yes, yes. I don't know which company made it."

"I don't think so. It might be made by those food shops outside."

"Alas, no matter who made it, we don't have the luxury of eating it."

Sun Lang, who was not far away, breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.

The two waiters were also eating in the teahouse, which was a bit far from the study, so they thought the smell of food was coming from outside the store.

It doesn't matter, as long as you don't doubt him.

He doesn't have to worry about the people upstairs, but he still has to pay the bill here at the teahouse.

Go to the counter and take out the account book to check.

"Tsk, the upstairs and downstairs are just like a crazy money-making, and the other is a crazy money-losing."

No matter where you are, there are always many teahouses.

In this war-torn era, there are more poor people than rich people. How many people can come to drink tea?

One month's income is not enough to pay the rent.

He was just flipping through the account book page by page. He noticed someone coming in at the door and looked up, his eyes twitching.

The person who came was Gan Xin.

The waiter was supposed to receive the guests, but the two waiters were eating inside and didn't notice the visitor.

Seeing that no one was there to greet him, Gan Xin looked towards the counter. When he saw Sun Lang again, his facial expression changed slightly, but quickly recovered.

Sun Lang looked normal, and walked out to the counter and said, "Please take a seat, sir. What kind of tea would you like?"

Gan Xin felt a little irritated. It had been affecting his mood and he couldn't calm down. It got even worse after coming here.

If you can't stand staying in the gathering room, just come to the smoking room.

Because of what happened yesterday, he still felt a little repulsed by this place.

He hesitated before coming here, fearing that he would be forced to smoke opium again after coming here.

But he put it out of his mind in the blink of an eye. It was just opium, what was there to be afraid of? Besides, he had smoked it yesterday and didn't feel anything wrong now. The mission was not completed yet, so he had to go.

As for his irritability and emotional problems, he simply attributed them to his anxiety to complete the task.

The situation became even worse after arriving at the teahouse, and it could only be attributed to the traitor named Sun.

Sitting at the table, looking at the tea served in front of me, I suppressed my inner irritation and called out to the person who was about to leave.

"Wait a minute man!"

Sun Lang turned around in confusion: "What else does the guest need?"

"Your shopkeeper is not here today?"

He knew that this traitor was the director of the Special High Section. Shopkeeper Wang was killed by him yesterday. This director must have taken over the shopkeeper's job.

Even though he knew all this, he still treated this traitor as his buddy.

Even if he couldn't do anything, he could still humiliate the person. Unfortunately, this was just his imagination, and Sun Lang didn't feel humiliated at all.

I was speechless. What did this guy want to do?

You killed the person, and yet you are still asking questions and bringing up this matter even though you already know the answer?

There was a commotion yesterday, are you planning to do it again today?

As soon as he had this thought, Sun Lang shook his head secretly.

No, after all, the other party is a team leader. If he dares to take action in the store at this time, he is simply a fool and is seeking his own death.

Those devils outside are not just for show.

With a bit of sadness on his face, he said:

"Alas, Shopkeeper Wang won't be able to come anymore. How pitiful! I don't know who beat him to death yesterday."

Sun Lang's expression was just right, but he didn't look pitiful at all.

This made Gan Xin feel weird, but he couldn't tell where he was to blame.

"Oh! That's really pitiful."

Sun Lang heard the indifference in the other party's tone and asked knowingly:

"Who is your new shopkeeper?"

"I'm the new shopkeeper. Please come and take care of our business!"

"Haha, definitely."

"Then, shopkeeper, I have something to ask you. Yesterday, I saw that the business on the second floor was good, so I also wanted to open a big opium den of my own."

"I just want to ask, how do you get this opium? Do you know?"

"You want to open an opium den? I don't really know. I can ask the Japanese officials for you when I have time."

Of course Sun Lang knew what the other party meant. They were trying to trick him.

The other party also went to the opium den yesterday and knew it was on the second floor. Now he came here again, probably trying to find the warehouse where opium was stored.

He wanted to tell the other party, but the problem was that there was no chance now.

"That's not necessary. I just want to understand first."

When Gan Xin heard that he had to go and ask the Japanese, his heart skipped a beat. If the Japanese found out something was wrong, it would be a disaster.

After drinking a glass of water, I didn't know if it was because it was too hot or because of the heat, but sweat broke out on my forehead.

My body started to feel numb and itchy, and my mouth felt dry. Even though I was drinking water, my thirst was not quenched.

After a while, he felt he couldn't sit still anymore and impatience flashed in his eyes.

His eyes swept towards the second floor.

Instead of asking this traitor for information, it is better to check it yourself.

Sun Lang hadn't left yet. He stood beside Gan Xin and secretly observed the expression on his face. Now he could see that the other person's face didn't look good.

The view is still looking towards the second floor.

What comes to mind:

"Go to the second floor to have a smoke?"

Sun Lang was just asking, but what he didn't expect was...

Gan Xin did not reject him at the first moment. Instead, he looked at the second floor and hesitated for a second before standing up.

When Sun Lang had a bad feeling in his heart, Gan Xin nodded and said:

"it is good."

Then he walked towards the stairs to the second floor impatiently.

From the time he started asking until Gan Xin left, she didn't even look at him.

There was only the second floor in his eyes.

Damn it, Gan Xin is addicted to smoking opium.

Sun Lang hurriedly followed behind, trying to think of a way to stop the other person from going upstairs.

He has never smoked opium and has never touched this stuff.

But based on past life experience, Gan Xin's current behavior is exactly the same as those people on TV who are addicted to drugs in the early stages of their lives.

Gan Xin touched this thing for the first time yesterday, so he wasn’t seriously poisoned, and the other party didn’t seem to have lost his mind.

But once you go up to the second floor and smell the thick smoke, you’re no longer sure.

If Gan Xin started smoking opium on the second floor, he would have no chance to stop him.

As he got closer and closer to the stairs, his eyes swept across the warehouse door.

Sun Lang moved and sped up. When Gan Xin stepped on the first step, he raised his other foot and took a big step forward to hit him.

"Bang...hiss..."

Gan Xin was caught off guard and was almost knocked away. He fell out and his back and head hit the door heavily.

Gan Xin let out a breath of air in pain, raised his hand to touch the back of his head, and gasped again.

But before he could exhale, someone pushed him hard again.