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

In the future they may only be able to work with one hand, or even be unable to walk with both legs.

Alas, it will definitely affect your future life.

Sun Lang has no way to deal with this situation now.

I just hope that in the special agent system, I can get more food for the Red Party.

Let those who have made contributions to the country not worry about life for the rest of their lives.

Sun Lang also took this matter to heart.

Maybe it was because he had eaten beef before, so his body recovered quickly.

After staying in the hospital for half a month, I can almost walk normally. As long as I don't tear the wound, I'm fine.

Staying in the hospital is not as comfortable as being at home. Sun Lang originally wanted to go home to recuperate as soon as possible, but he thought of what he had done in No. 76, killing the Red Party and the Military Control Commission.

He was afraid that the Red Party or the Military Control Commission would come looking for him, and he would not be able to escape due to his injuries.

So I stayed in the hospital for half a month, and it was like being in prison.

After walking out of the hospital gate, he looked at the big sun, stretched himself, and walked slowly back on the street.

It would be better if there was no one following you when you are relaxing.

The Special High Police had not yet been fully rebuilt after the bombing, and No. 76 was now in chaos, and all the people who deserved it were dead.

Fujiwara was the only one who arranged these people to track and monitor.

Although they are unhappy, they will not survive for many days if they think about what they are going to do next.

There are plenty of people to deal with them.

Thinking of this, Sun Lang felt better and even ate some wontons at a roadside stall before going back.

After returning home, Sun Lang didn't go out again. He tidied up the room, closed the door, and went to sleep.

In fact, they were entering the storage space to treat the wounds of the Red Party and the Military Control Commission inside.

During this month in the hospital, he was not idle, and occasionally visited other wards and the hospital's medical warehouse.

Then he secretly took some medicine.

Otherwise, where would he get the medicine to treat the injuries of the people in the space?

He was busy in the space, cleaning their bodies completely and then applying medicine and bandaging them.

Of course, they were all lying naked in the space, and Sun Lang threw away all the clothes.

Although these were clothes taken from the bandits, they were not clean after a night and would easily breed bacteria when worn, so it would be better to buy new ones.

The next morning, after Sun Lang got up, he cleaned himself up.

Looking at the person in the mirror, Sun Lang realized that he looked much more mature than before.

But it also looks more handsome.

It's just that now he's wearing second-rate clothes, which ruins his good image.

I'm going to go out and do something important later, so I have to dress like a show-off and traitor to look conspicuous.

"bump!"

After finishing the last wonton, Sun Lang stood up, kicked the table and the bowl over, and smashed them to the ground.

The people who were still having breakfast nearby were startled by the noise he made.

The boss nearby heard the noise and hurried over. The other party had been busy with his work with his head down and didn't see what happened. He just thought that the table was not strong enough and fell.

"Oops, sorry sir, my table might be too old, are you okay?"

Someone nearby who saw this knew that this was not the case, so he said to the boss:

"Why are you apologizing, Lao Wang? The table was kicked over by this guy. He kicked the table after eating. I think this guy is here to cause trouble!"

"Yes, yes, we saw it too. Look at this guy dressed like a human, he must be a dog..."

The three words "dog traitor" are often on people's lips. We have become accustomed to saying them.

But if you really encounter this situation, some people who don’t want to cause trouble will not say these words to your face.

The man didn't finish his words, but everyone present knew what he wanted to say.

Looking at Sun Lang again, some people looked away, afraid of provoking someone they shouldn't.

But whatever they fear will come true.

Sun Lang noticed the expressions of those people, raised his chin and smiled disdainfully:

"Fuck, are you scared now? The guy who just said something about a dog has finished speaking, why are you being so scared?"

As Sun Lang spoke, he walked over to the person who had just spoken.

When the other party saw him approaching, she tried to smile in a flattering way, but Sun Lang did not give her any chance. He took a step forward and kicked over the stool she was sitting on.

"what……"

The man fell to the ground along with the stool and screamed in fright.

"Bah, you are such a coward, and you still dare to yell at me. If I see you talking nonsense again, I will shoot you to death."

While cursing, he pulled out a gun from his waist and pointed it at the person who fell to the ground.

Who wouldn’t be afraid of being pointed at by a gun? The man held his head and lay on the ground, trembling.

Seeing someone trying to get up and run away, he shouted:

"Everyone, sit down right now. Who's going to interrupt me when I'm running errands?"

There weren't actually many people at this small stall, only five or six people were eating breakfast there, although they were all cursing Sun Langgou as a traitor in their hearts and wishing him a miserable death.

But he had to admit defeat at the gun in Sun Lang's hand.

They all sat in their seats feeling frustrated and didn't dare to move.

Seeing that everyone was behaving himself, Sun Lang nodded with satisfaction and walked up to the wonton stall owner with a gun in hand.

"Hey, old man, your wontons are terrible, you know that?"

"I feel a stomachache after eating. What do you think I should do?"

As soon as the words came out, everyone present knew what Sun Lang was trying to do.

They often see such things. Those traitorous dogs and devils like to do this.

Sometimes, while eating from the bowl, I would still stare at other people’s money pockets and then put the money into my own pocket.

When the wonton stall owner heard what Sun Lang said, his face turned bitter.

I don’t know whether Sun Lang is a Japanese devil or a Chinese dog or a traitor.

I didn't know how to call him, so I finally said tremblingly:

"This, this, this, Taijun! This is just a small stall, and there isn't much money."

"I have an old mother and children to support, can you please be kind to me..."

Sun Lang looked impatient, scratched his ears, and spoke coldly.

"You have an old mother and children, and it's none of my business. If you don't give me the money, I will destroy your business and make it impossible for you to make any money in the future."

"No, no, no, I'll give it to you, don't destroy my stall."

When the boss heard about smashing his stall, his face turned pale, because this was the source of livelihood for his family.

Without their stall and unable to do business, their family really couldn’t survive.

He turned around tremblingly to get the money. The wonton stall was just outside and the money was under the stall. He took out a small basin filled with some scattered banknotes.

Reluctantly picking up the money one by one, Sun Lang followed impatiently.

He picked up the basin and stuffed all the money inside into his pocket.

"Hey, you can't take it all, please leave some for me..."

"roll,"

Sun Lang kicked the man down in annoyance.

Just at this moment, he realized that the murderous intent in him was even stronger, and his body trembled.

Hehe, I didn’t expect to be so lucky. I actually ran into someone from the Military Control Commission while eating wontons.