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

This bun shop is actually run by a couple.

In addition to the two of them, there was also an old man in his sixties.

When he came, he stood up and staggered. It was obvious that he had been up all night. It would be easy for something to happen if he continued to stay up like this at his age.

People in their sixties today are almost seventy or eighty years old, and their physical condition is not as good as that of people in their sixties in a few decades.

Not to mention the old man, even the couple looked very tired after staying up all night.

Alas, it’s not easy, especially in such war times.

Seeing him coming, she said with some apology on her face:

"Sorry, sir, we only packed over 2,000."

Sun Lang said in a relaxed tone:

"It's okay. Didn't I tell you yesterday that I'll take as many as you pack? Two thousand is two thousand. I want them all."

He took money out of his pocket and gave them the remaining balance, and also gave them some extra money.

After they all left, I put the buns into the space, locked the door and left.

After a round trip, by the time we arrived at the second house, they had already prepared all the buns and placed them in the house.

Pay the rest of the bill and give them money to leave.

This time there were more than 6,000 buns. The three shops gave exactly the number of buns they said they would give, and Sun Lang didn’t even count them.

Those who run these small shops are ordinary people. There is no need to go around in circles. They just take what they get.

Besides, Sun Lang doesn’t have the time to count them one by one.

All of them came early today. It was decided yesterday that a group of people would be sent away today so they would be busy in the morning.

When the women came to sign up yesterday, the Japanese had already told them that everyone had to arrive at the Japanese military station square before 10 o'clock the next day.

And they have to arrive before seven o'clock.

It was just because the women who arrived first had to be arranged to be the first group to be sent away.

At around seven or eight in the morning, a group of women, about six or seven hundred in number, walked down the street.

These people are all going to the railway station.

There were Japanese soldiers guarding both sides of the crowd, and Sun Lang was walking at the back.

Thinking of the plan I made with the Red Party yesterday, I opened the system identity scan and my eyes were dazzled at the first glance.

Think of six or seven hundred people together, with their identities and names hanging above their heads.

All the names were stacked together, making it hard to tell who was who.

He originally wanted to see whether the person arranged by the Red Party had arrived, and who it was?

It turned out to be quite a hassle for him to find it.

He was dazzled by what he saw several times, and felt dizzy.

Even when he arrived at the station, Sun Lang still hadn't found the Red Party member.

I rubbed my eyes, which were almost cross-eyed, and gave up if I couldn’t find it.

He was relatively confident in the Red Party's work, as their people must have already mixed in with the crowd of women.

All carriages need to be checked before boarding the train, and Sun Lang acts as the inspector, mainly because he also has things to do.

He had been thinking of finding a way to get to the train station.

We had to send these women to the train station, and they came here directly.

After getting on the train and walking from the beginning to the end, he discovered that all the seats on the train had been removed.

It became an empty carriage.

I was wondering before, how can so many people fit in with the limited space on the train?

Now that all the seats have been removed, an empty carriage can accommodate dozens of people. If the aisles and toilets are included, it is not impossible to accommodate seven or eight hundred people.

In addition to him, there were several other Japanese soldiers patrolling back and forth in the car.

Sun Lang walked from the front to the back of the car and saw an empty carriage, which made him frown.

It's too empty. If he puts something in there, it can be seen at a glance.

He just couldn't believe that it was impossible to hide something in such a big train.

He walked all the way to the last carriage and looked at the messy things inside. Sun Lang curled his lips.

Seeing that there was no one around, he went in and came out after a while.

I sniffed and found that the door of the last carriage had been closed, but I could still smell a faint scent of steamed buns.

But it’s okay, the smell will go away soon.

He had already agreed with the Red Party last night that he would put some food on the train.

Before getting off the train, he went to the toilet on the train again.

Looking at the railway under the toilet, Sun Lang's mouth twitched.

I saw on TV in my previous life that when trains were first invented, there were no toilets, and people had to poop on the tracks when they went to the bathroom.

Now that I see it with my own eyes, it really is fresh.

There is no time to study it now, so I took out the note from the space and stuffed it into the gap in the corner of the wall, leaving only a little white.

Finish all this without wasting a moment and get out right away.

Fortunately, no one noticed him going to the toilet, otherwise he would have gone in for such a long time without peeing or defecating. Although no one seems to have a problem now, they would definitely be suspicious if something happened later.

After getting off the train, everyone waited for his instructions.

Sun Lang waved his hand and said:

"Everyone get in the car."

Six or seven hundred people were divided into several teams and lined up at the door of each carriage. With his command, everyone got on the train one after another.

Sun Lang watched from the side and turned on the system identity scan, trying to find the Red Party member who had infiltrated these women.

He didn't hold out hope. After all, even if there were words in the distant carriage, he wouldn't be able to see them clearly.

The more he wanted to find her, the less likely she would show up. It didn't matter to him, as he found the Red Party member. Before he could even get a good look at what the other person looked like, the person had already gotten into the carriage.

I believed it, but now that I saw it with my own eyes, I felt relieved.

After everyone got on the bus, Sun Lang took a look outside and became a little worried about the Red Party.

These Japs calculated very accurately. Every carriage was packed to the brim, just enough to fit six or seven hundred people.

If anyone wants to go to the toilet during the trip, it will be extremely difficult.

The Red Party woman that Sun Lang was worried about was very smart.

He knew the train would be crowded before he got on, so he found the toilet as soon as he got on.

For fear of occupying the space, no Japanese soldiers were arranged to guard it.

No one would care about the Red Party woman after she went into the toilet.

The person who just looked weak and frail immediately regained his energy after entering the toilet.

He closed and locked the door in one go, then searched around the bathroom, finally his sights landing on the white dot in the top corner of the wall.

After the Red Party woman finishes reading the information on the paper, she should crumple it into a ball and stuff it into her mouth. This is the best way to be safe.

After vomiting several times, the woman finally swallowed the paper in her mouth.

If Sun Lang saw this woman swallowing paper, he would definitely criticize her inwardly.

It’s a good thing that the piece of paper he used was small. If he had used a whole piece of paper, would he have swallowed the whole thing?

After swallowing the paper, the woman did not leave immediately, but stayed in the toilet for a while.

Before long, the woman's eyes became red and tearful, and she looked sad and pitiful.

Then he opened the toilet door and was about to go out.

Seeing the crowds of people at the toilet door, the woman continued to pretend to be weak. She raised her hand to wipe away her tears and seemed a little emotional.