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

"Then quickly, open it..."

"Yeah, let's see what Comrade Pentacle has to say."

Now everyone's eyes are filled with anticipation and excitement.

Everyone stared closely at the piece of paper in Liu Zhiwen's hand. As the paper unfolded, everyone paused.

After I understood what was written inside, my eyes became moist.

The contents of the letter made them feel sad.

It was clearly none of Pentagram’s business, yet the other party was apologizing to them.

It is obvious that they are the ones who have been causing trouble to Comrade Pentagram, and it is Comrade Pentagram who has been helping them.

Someone couldn't help but sigh: "Who on earth is Comrade Five-pointed Star? I really want to thank him in person.

"Who said it wasn't? I also want to meet Comrade Pentagram. Who is he? How can he be so powerful?"

"Haha, well, if you want to meet Comrade Pentagram, that's impossible."

Liu Zhiwen interrupted them with a smile on his face.

After reading this letter, the despair he had felt about the food that had been stolen by the traitor Sun Lang no longer existed.

The waist that seemed to be bent by something now straightened up.

"Come on, take two people with me, let's go get some food."

"I will go."

"I'll go, let me go, I'll go."

"Let me go, I'm strong.

As soon as they heard about going to get food, those who were so hungry that they didn't even have the strength to speak suddenly felt full of energy.

Everyone was fighting for it, wanting to follow Liu Zhiwen out.

In fact, in addition to thinking about getting food, they were also wondering if they would be lucky enough to come across a five-pointed star.

That's why there's a fight here.

And the five-pointed star comrade Sun Lang, whom they wanted to see, was taking out the roast duck from the space in the shabby house in the old place.

On the way here, I saw a grocery store and went in to buy all the cloth bags there.

After filling five cloth bags with roast duck, he took out two bags of rice.

It’s not that he didn’t take more, he wanted to deliver all these things to the Red Party immediately so that they could have enough food and have the strength to fight the Japanese.

Apart from rice, roast duck is not a top choice.

If the conditions were not met, the food could be eaten as long as it was not spoiled and stored for a few days. But now that the conditions were met, Sun Lang planned to deliver it to them once a day.

After putting his things away, Sun Lang couldn't wait to leave the shabby house.

Still went to the same old place to wait.

Of course, he was not lonely this time.

He took out a roast duck from the space, held it in his arms and started eating it.

When you take a bite, it’s first burnt, then crispy, then tender and smooth, and finally the juice flows into your mouth along with the meat.

For a moment, Sun Lang was eating so much that he couldn't even raise his head.

To be honest, he had never eaten such delicious roast duck even in his previous life.

Just as Sun Lang was concentrating on eating the roast duck, the aroma of the roast duck wafted far away.

Liu Zhiwen and two comrades walked towards this side, and suddenly all three of them smelled the smell of barbecue at the same time.

"Uncle Liu, it smells so good, it's the smell of barbecue."

When a young man smelled the smell, he couldn't help swallowing and sniffing hard.

The other two also swallowed involuntarily.

This is an instinctive reaction of the body. They can't help it even if they want to. The result of trying to hold it back is that they drool like a river.

"I smell it. Let's go quickly. Once we get the food, we can have a full meal."

Hearing what he said, the other two couldn't help but quicken their pace.

In less than a few minutes, Sun Lang had eaten two-thirds of the roast duck.

His mouth stopped moving only when he noticed someone was coming.

He was afraid that the noise from eating roast duck would be too loud and someone would hear him.

After making sure that the people coming were from the Red Party, he watched them go into the house before slowly starting to eat again.

When Liu Zhiwen brought two comrades to the dilapidated house, the smell of roast duck became even stronger.

The young comrade couldn't wait to rush to the big cloth bags in the dilapidated house.

The oil from the roast duck was squeezed out of the package.

Just by smelling the meat and looking at the bag, one can guess what is inside.

"Uncle Liu, Uncle Liu is roast duck, roast duck."

The young man had untied a bag without knowing when, and inside it, golden roast ducks came into view. The aroma of the roasted meat was simply mouth-watering.

Even Liu Zhiwen drooled when he stretched his head to take a look.

He quickly closed the bag and tied the pocket tightly in two or three strokes.

"Quick, quick, stop looking at it and take it back quickly. It smells so good, or else it'll attract more people."

When the other two heard this, they thought it was very true.

Didn’t they smell the rich aroma of barbecue when they just arrived?

The smell of this roast duck is so overpowering that it can penetrate into people's nose from far away.

They'd better be careful and take the things back to be safe.

There were seven bags of stuff for three people, and they couldn't take it all back at once. Under normal circumstances, this amount of stuff would not be a big deal.

You can carry the things back by picking them up or holding them in your arms.

Now they have to be careful. If they carry too many things at one time, it will be difficult to escape if they encounter the Japanese.

Don’t get caught and lose your things, that would be too unprofitable.

The three of them all surprisingly agreed, and the tall, quiet one was strong.

He carried a bag of rice on his left shoulder and a bag of roast duck on his right shoulder.

The other two people also carried a bag of roast duck each. After they came out and saw that there was no one around, they hurried away.

Seeing the three people leaving, Sun Lang did not leave and continued to wait here.

When they came the second time, Sun Lang had already eaten and drunk his fill.

She followed them away with her bulging belly.

Knowing that the Red Party had nothing to eat and must be too hungry to go out, Sun Lang decided not to stroll on the streets.

After returning home, I moved the rocking chair to the yard to bask in the sun and wait for the night.

However, you have to go out secretly at night.

When he just got home, he found that the two Japanese devils were waiting near his house.

He still had some brains and knew he couldn't find the person, so he went to wait at the door.

At around ten o'clock in the evening, Sun Lang secretly avoided the two devils and went out, coming to the wonton stall where he had been in the morning.

Stuff the prepared money through the crack in the door.

Then I went to the dead mailbox Red Party and replied to his message.

The roast duck and two large bags of food were enough for them to eat for a few days, so he didn't need to deliver them every day.

Now that the food problem has been solved, Sun Lang feels relieved.

In the next few days, Sun Lang kept wandering the streets, showing off his power and doing whatever he wanted.

Especially when they saw people from the Military Control Commission or the Red Party, they would stir up trouble in front of them.

Bullying men and molesting women, not paying for meals, beating people, smashing other people's shops, and even snatching candied haws from children cause public resentment every day.

Of course, what he did was very effective.

Every day when he went out, he would be assassinated or tried to kill by the Military Control Commission or the Red Party.

The high-intensity response made Sun Lang embarrassed.

After dodging wave after wave of assassinations, the effect was obvious. He had accumulated seven or eight chances to win the lottery.