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

“Mmmmm…Mmmmm…”

The tongue was torn off directly. Just imagine how painful it must be. I screamed heart-wrenchingly but unfortunately there was no sound.

The two Japanese soldiers fell to the ground in pain, covering their bleeding mouths and rolling on the ground.

Everything happened too fast, and drinking slowed down my brain.

The Japanese soldier who was still standing hadn't reacted yet.

It was not until Sun Lang approached him that he opened his mouth in fear and wanted to scream.

Sun Lang took a step closer, grabbed the man's mouth, and poured the man down to the ground.

He looked at the devil coldly, his voice was also cold, and asked in Japanese:

"Where is that woman you were talking about?"

He can grab the other person's mouth and control the other person's mouth bones, allowing the other person to speak or preventing the other person from speaking.

It may be that my grandson's method was too cruel, so the Japanese soldier had no intention of resisting at all.

As soon as Sun Lang relaxed his grip, the other party's face was filled with horror, and he told the story tremblingly.

Knowing what he wanted, Sun Lang ignored the Japanese soldier's pleas for mercy and had no intention of giving him a quick death. He punched him and broke his trachea.

Let this devil suffocate to death.

After solving one, there are still two.

He turned around and looked at the Japanese soldier still rolling on the ground, and stepped on his ankle.

He kept on crippling the two devils' hands and feet, even the second one was not spared, and he only stopped when the man was only left with one breath.

During the period, Sun Lang did not say a word, but acted without hesitation and with ruthless means.

If he were seen by those acquaintances from his previous life in this state, they would definitely not recognize him as the former Sun Lang.

Even if Sun Lang himself admitted it, they might not believe it.

Even in the past, Sun Lang would never have thought that he would be so cruel, killing people without hesitation and having become accustomed to it.

Seeing the Japanese soldiers gradually become motionless and turn into cold corpses, Sun Lang's face remained calm.

He squatted down and started to take off his clothes.

"What a poor bastard,"

I wanted to get some money from these devils, but in the end I only got a few dollars.

He must have just spent all his money on drinking.

After storing a few dollars into the space, Sun Lang stood up and looked at where he was now, then walked towards the entrance of the alley in another direction.

After walking for more than 20 minutes, we finally arrived at the yard that the Japanese had just mentioned.

There was still a dim light on in the house in the yard. Even at this time, the people inside had not yet gone to bed.

After walking for 20 minutes, I saw that this was the only house with the lights on; the other residents had gone to bed early.

He took a step back, quickly rushed to the corner of the wall, supported himself on the wall with one hand, and climbed in.

I climb over walls so often that I’m now very skilled at it, and there’s no sound when I land.

He tiptoed to the window of the room.

The window was closed, but not tightly closed, and one could see what was going on inside the house through the gap.

Two children were sleeping soundly on a big kang in the room.

One is older, about five years old, and the other one looks like a baby, about three months old.

There was another person on the kang, a woman about 30 years old.

The woman's hair was messy and her clothes were a little messy.

He sat on the kang, motionless, looking at the two children with a dull expression.

There is only this woman and two children in the family, but no father.

There is only one possibility, the child’s father must be dead.

Otherwise, no one would leave a woman and two children at home. If she is not at home during the day, she may be working, and if she is not at home at night, it proves that there is a problem.

In those days, where there were Japanese devils, people would die frequently.

His eyes moved away from the other person and fell on the scissors next to the woman. He knew what the other person wanted to do at a glance.

Sun Lang sighed secretly in his heart.

Originally he just wanted to give her some money, but now seeing the woman in this state, he couldn't leave for a while.

Sun Lang stood by the window and stared at the movements in the room. After a few minutes, the woman moved.

His expression was still dull as he slowly picked up the scissors beside him and muttered:

"Death, death will make everything clean."

Then he lowered his head and looked at the two sleeping children. His dull expression was slightly moved, but soon returned to normal.

"My children, I'm sorry for you,"

"I have nothing left. Life is too hard. Come with me!"

No matter how tired or hard a mother's life is, she will never hurt her child, but now Zhang Xiuhua really can't live anymore.

The man in my family was killed by the Japanese for no reason two months ago.

Almost all the money in the family was spent on the funeral.

Even so, the Japanese did not let her go. Today, she was raped by several of them and all the belongings in the house were taken away. There was no way for this family to survive.

It is not easy for a woman with two children to survive without anyone's help, let alone in this war-torn era, even in the modern times of the past.

The successive blows made Zhang Xiuhua desperate. She saw no hope of living and only death.

Seeing the woman's hand slowly reaching out to the child, Sun Lang stretched out his hand.

"crunch..."

The window was opened a crack again. The creaking sound made the woman stop. She looked at the window and saw that there was a big crack in it, but she didn't care and just thought it was caused by the wind.

The scissors were for herself, the two children...

He reached out again to pick up the quilt and wanted to cover his little son's face with it.

"Are you really going to do it?"

The sudden sound made Zhang Xiuhua's hands tremble violently. She looked out the window in horror and pointed the scissors towards the window.

Her mouth trembled as she tried to speak, but before she could say anything, Sun Lang's voice came again.

"Stay alive, your children need you, and they don't want to die."

Sun Lang lowered his voice and his tone was soothing, which made people unconsciously let down their guard.

The children were young and ignorant, and so many things had happened. Zhang Xiufang, a woman, simply could not bear it. No one could help her, no one came to save her, and no one comforted her.

She had to bear it all alone.

She actually didn't want the child to die, but thinking that there would be no one to take care of the child after she died, she wanted to take the child with her.

And now suddenly someone said this to her, telling her that the child didn't want to die.

Zhang Xiufang could no longer bear it. She dropped the scissors in her hand, hugged the two children on the bed, and tears streamed down her face.

"Woo woo...child, my child,"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Woooo..."

I cried for more than half an hour, venting all the emotions that had been pent up in my heart.

Only after the crying gradually died down did Zhang Xiufang's emotions stabilize.

Only then did I think of the person who had just spoken outside the window.

She quickly wiped away her tears and said carefully towards the window:

"Are you...are you still there?"

After waiting for a while and hearing no sound from outside, Zhang Xiufang's eyes flashed with a subtle disappointment.

Then she stood up and slowly approached the window. As she got closer, Zhang Xiufang saw something on the window.

He reached out and took those things and went to the oil lamp to check them.

It was commonly used banknotes from various countries, as well as two small yellow croakers. These things were more than enough for her to raise two children.