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

The Red Party had previously asked him to help collect medicines, but the results were not ideal.

Now the system is awesome!

Each of the 10,000 medicine packets contained hemostatic powder, cold medicine, anti-inflammatory medicine, detoxifying medicine, disinfectant solution, and gauze rolls.

These are some basic medicines and also the most commonly used medicines.

Each small bag contains these things, which is very convenient to carry.

Now that he has a lot of supplies, Sun Lang also wants to take some time to transfer them to the Red Party.

In addition to these, the Red Party also asked him about what happened in Hai City.

Sun Lang originally wanted to find time to tell them, and since they asked, he simply wrote down what happened from beginning to end in a letter and passed it on to them.

After knowing that the five-pointed star was seeking revenge for the people of Nanshi.

After they had just used fighter jets to bomb the Special High Section, all the Red Party members had wet eyes and were shocked.

What they failed to do, the Five-Pointed Star did, was to avenge the people of Nanshi.

Or just fly fighter jets to directly bomb the Japanese Special High Section.

Not only that, the chief of the Special High Police, Yuta, and several other Japanese officers in the department were also killed in the explosion.

They were very happy to hear the news.

At the same time, I am also worried about the five-pointed star.

The Special High Section is gone, and the section chief and some Japanese officers and devils were killed in the explosion. I don't know how crazy they must be.

During this period, the Japanese invaders in Haishi were searching everywhere and going in and out of people's homes, making the people angry but unable to speak out.

The Red Party was also afraid that the five-pointed star would be discovered by the Japanese, and expressed great concern in their reply.

In his reply, Sun Lang told them not to worry and that he would not joke about his own life.

At the same time, he told the Red Party that he had obtained a batch of medicines, the beef, and ten thousand little yellow ducks.

The little yellow duck is basically useless now because it is small, but if it grows up, it can be meat.

Sun Lang also told the Red Party about the little yellow duck, and it was up to the Red Party as to what they would do.

He was only responsible for delivering the things to them.

If he doesn't want it, he will just put it in the space temporarily and deal with it later.

In addition, what excited the Red Party the most was that Sun Lang told them that he could get them a fighter jet.

This incident shocked everyone who knew about it, and they simply couldn't believe it.

I sent messages to Sun Lang again and again to confirm this matter.

After getting the assurance from Pentagram, they finally believed it.

When they learned that it was the fighter plane they saw in Nanshi, the Red Party members were so excited that they almost couldn't sleep for several days and nights.

The Reds also wanted to transport the fighter jets back as soon as possible, but unfortunately the traitor in their organization had not been found yet.

If the other party knew about the fighter jets, there would definitely be accidents when transporting the goods.

So before that, they decided to find out the traitor in the organization first.

They also concealed the matter of fighter jets and supplies, and only a few people knew about it.

During this period, due to Sun Lang's bombing of the Special High Section, Hai City was full of Japanese devils, coming and going frequently.

This situation is not suitable for the Red Party to carry out activities at all.

Ten days have passed now, and there are not as many devils on the streets as before.

The Red Party was also a little anxious and wanted to find the spy as soon as possible so that they could get back the supplies and fighter jets provided by the Five-Pointed Star.

Then they scheduled this event for today.

The stitches on Sun Lang’s head have been removed and there is no need to bandage him with gauze. If he grooms his hair a little, the wound on the back of his head is hardly noticeable.

The right hand can wear a glove.

Only the scar on the forehead is obvious.

That’s not a problem, just wear a hat when the time comes.

The time is about three o'clock in the afternoon.

Sun Lang was already dressed up. He checked himself in front of the mirror and nodded slightly.

His outfit was completely different, and he looked thirty years older. Even if someone familiar walked past him, they wouldn't be able to recognize him.

The only thing that was noticeable was his hands.

Wearing a pair of black leather gloves.

In order to match the black leather gloves, he wanted to wear a grey gown, but he changed it into a long robe and a waistcoat, making him look like a landlord at first glance.

Combined with the patterns embroidered with golden silk thread, he definitely looks like a wealthy landlord.

In addition, he wore a pair of foreign sunglasses, a hat, and held a cane.

This way the overall combination won’t look so abrupt.

However, Sun Lang took off his glasses and looked at himself in the mirror again.

"Hmm? It just feels a bit like a conspicuous bag!"

"Oh, it doesn't matter." He put on his glasses again and said, "The more you look like this, the less likely people will suspect you."

"Who would dress so flashy when meeting an undercover agent? Isn't that crazy?"

"Any normal person would think so, so someone like me would be less likely to be suspected. Let's go, let's get going."

Looking at the bearded man in his forties or fifties in the mirror, Sun Lang was full of confidence.

I picked up the pocket watch hanging on my waist and took a look. It was almost time.

I went out to the street, found a rickshaw, and went to the Lai Fuyuan Teahouse where we had agreed to meet.

When he arrived at Lai Fu Teahouse, Sun Lang discovered that the teahouse had been expanded at some point and had become much bigger.

There is a stage in the middle of the teahouse, and it turns out that it is a storyteller's stage.

An old man inside is telling the story of Water Margin.

It’s true that this storyteller is very professional. His emotional tone makes people fascinated.

Unlike the novels I listened to in my previous life, which were all machine-synthesized and had no emotions.

However, the one called Tomato has a real-life audiobook, which sounds really good, just like a TV series.

He thought he would never come into contact with novels again, but he didn't expect to be able to listen to a real storyteller here.

If I didn't have any tasks, I would just drink tea and listen to books here when I have nothing to do.

That's what comfort is.

However, Sun Lang turned on the system identity scan and scanned the teahouse, but did not see the target.

Looking at the time, there are still forty to fifty minutes until three o'clock.

He arrived a little early, as the others hadn't arrived yet.

This way, it won't prevent him from listening carefully.

Sun Lang originally wanted to sit in the last row, so that everyone would sit in front of him, making it easier for him to identify them.

After thinking about his outfit, he decided to give up. A rich man like him couldn't possibly sit in the back.

Rich and powerful people usually sit in the front.

It would be a problem if he sat in the back wearing what he was wearing.

Walking forward with a cane, at this time, there were quite a few people coming to drink tea and listen to books.

The teahouse can seat about 70 to 80 people, and now there are 20 to 30 people.

In the entire teahouse, besides the old man's storytelling, there were also the sounds of people cracking melon seeds and eating, as well as some people whispering.

But the sound is relatively not loud and is bearable, and most people listen attentively.

Sun Lang had just found a seat to sit down in the front when a waiter came over and started busy wiping the table. In fact, the table had already been cleaned.

The guy wiped it again in front of the customers, which shows he was doing his job.

Of course, not every waiter will wipe the table when they come, he also looks at the person.