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

He actually came into contact with the pentagram without knowing when.

The name of Wujiaoxing has spread in their organization, and there is no one who does not admire Wujiaoxing.

In their organization, Pentagram is almost regarded as a god-like existence.

Think about it, if someone can get fighter jets, then what else can he be but a god?

Although the organization does not allow them to be superstitious, it does not stop them from thinking so in their hearts.

After being excited for a while, Chen Hanzhong immediately realized that this intelligence information was very important and had to be passed on to the organization immediately.

I thought it was a good thing that I was injured and had time to pass on the message.

Everything went so smoothly that Chen Hanzhong didn't notice anything wrong at all.

The excitement of coming into contact with the Pentagram and the awareness of the importance of the news prevented him from noticing anything wrong.

Sun Lang was still worried about whether he would be exposed.

If he had known, Chen Hanzhong would never have thought of him.

I don’t know whether to be happy or sad.

He felt that what he had just done was very obvious. If he had not been afraid of being exposed, he would not have pushed Chen Hanzhong.

But it was obvious that Sun Lang made the right move.

Even if he were beaten to death, Chen Hanzhong would never have thought that it was the traitor Sun Lang who stuffed the letter into his pocket.

After receiving the news, the Red Party immediately arranged people to chase after Sun Lang.

Sun Lang told them in the letter.

Director Sun Lang of the Special High Section and Ding Tongsheng, leader of the No. 76 operations team, went to carry out the poisonous shell plan together.

Then he told them that after the Red Party arrived at the place, he would contact them if he had any news.

He only said these words. Although the information was small, the Red Party was able to quickly grasp the key points and make arrangements quickly.

After the train started,

It wasn't long before Sun Lang noticed a vague gaze scanning him.

Sun Lang opened his eyes, turned on the system identity scan, and casually glanced at the aisle of the carriage.

In the aisle, a thin man had a Red Party action team member displayed above his head.

Sun Lang discovered a problem. Apart from the fixed personnel, there were also people like Undercover No. 76.

Every time he looked at the Red Party members who hung around in front of him, they looked like unfamiliar faces.

Maybe she’s afraid that he will remember her appearance and arouse suspicion!

After seeing the people, Sun Lang felt relieved when he knew that the Red Party had followed him.

It seems that the letter paper he left was discovered by Chen Hanzhong. Fortunately, it was discovered in time, otherwise the train would have missed the Red Party.

It won’t be too difficult to find him then.

The main reason is his current face, whether it is the Red Party or the Military Control Commission, they can recognize him at a glance.

He is like a human-shaped tag that can move.

Like now on this train, they don't even need a blueprint, the Red Party can recognize him at a glance.

"Hey, I'm already so famous, why are there fewer assassinations recently?"

"It's so hard to get a chance to win this lottery now!"

Closing his eyes, Sun Lang opened the agent system and turned to the lottery page, which only allowed one chance to draw.

The reason why fewer people want to assassinate him now is because of what he did in Nanshi and Haishi.

Neither the fighter planes nor the people were found, and the Japanese in Hai City have been very active.

The Red Party and the Military Control Commission did not dare to send people to kill him at will.

Looking at the red button showing a chance to draw a lottery, Sun Lang felt itchy.

Click on the red button and watch the indicator spin. The 10 seconds are up.

Looking at the middle of the page with anticipation.

Suddenly Sun Lang opened his eyes and sat up straight in the back chair.

His eyes widened, a light flashing in them.

He clenched his fists and placed them on his legs. He looked a little excited and even his breathing became heavier.

The noise he made was quite loud, and scared the people sitting next to him.

Even the vague gazes that had been fixed on him became firm and stared at him closely.

Watching Sun Lang get excited, his face flushed, and then he grinned and laughed silently.

Then he thought of something and looked conflicted. He sighed, crossed his arms and began to think.

How is he going to deliver so many things to the Red Party’s territory?

The fighter jet is out of fuel now, you can't let him drive a car!

Then when will it be open?

This is simply not feasible. The fuel needed for the car alone is a big problem.

Forget it, forget about this.

Instead of thinking about these things, it would be better to think of a way to get someone to assassinate him, so that he can draw more times and maybe win things like oil, bullets, and missiles for fighter jets.

Not only he lacks these things, but the Red Party also lacks them.

Even if they can develop missiles for fighter jets in a short period of time, the quantity will definitely not be enough to keep up with the use of fighter jets.

Once he gets the oil, he can drive his fighter jet to the Red Party territory again.

Then the 1 A4 battle tanks in rows that looked domineering, majestic, and awe-inspiring in the storage space were delivered to the Red Party.

Sun Lang never expected that he would draw a tank!

This is why he was excited, happy, thrilled and melancholy.

Just imagine so many A4 battle tanks appearing on the front-line fields, invincible and unimpeded.

It was so exciting and thrilling to bomb those devils indiscriminately.

These are A4 battle tanks, a total of 1 of them.

After having the agent system in hand for so long, this is the first time that it has given Sun Lang something that makes him excited.

This special agent system can be used in one place, and in multiple places.

Seeing those rows of tanks, Sun Lang wished he could send them to the front battlefield immediately.

Unfortunately, it’s not the right time now. Besides, the fighter plane has no fuel and he can’t go. He can only calm himself down.

Ignore the looks from those around me who were looking at me like a fool.

Sun Lang closed his eyes and continued to lean on the back seat, his consciousness sinking into the storage space. He kept looking at and touching the rows of tanks around him.

Of course he had no hands inside, so he could only use other things as hands and stroke the tanks back and forth.

The instruction manual was then found in the tank.

I couldn't wait to open the study and see how to start such a huge tank.

After thorough research, he began to drive the tank around in space.

After becoming proficient, he started to show off his skills. He made the huge monster feel like a toy.

The speed was so fast that the gun barrel was making a rattling sound.

Sun Lang was there all the way, from getting on the train to getting off the train.

I always sleep with my eyes closed and play crazy with the tank in the storage space.

This resulted in the Red Party members and Military Control Commission personnel in the car passing by Sun Lang several times.

They just wanted to see whether Sun Lang was asleep or dead.

I wonder if anyone can sleep on a train for a whole day, without eating or drinking, and without moving, just sitting or lying there, except for going to the toilet.

If the person they were looking at was not still breathing, they would have really suspected that the other person was stabbed in his sleep.

Sun Lang was not asleep, he was just playing with tanks in the storage space.