Spy Wars: As long as I'm subtle enough, no one will doubt me

The Ningbo restaurant we went to last time was still open until the early hours of the morning.

Li Fangfei ordered assorted mushroom soup, stir-fried vegetables, rice balls, and some exquisite midnight snacks.

Her style tonight is very different from usual.

She wore a simple cheongsam with a navy blue base and colorful floral patterns.

No jewelry.

A pair of black high heels reveals the delicate instep of her feet.

Sitting across the table with legs crossed.

She pinched her index finger and scooped the last white and glutinous sesame dumpling with a white porcelain spoon and put it into her little mouth.

"Chief Liu, how about Ningbo cuisine?" Li Fangfei looked at Liu Long and asked with a sweet smile.

Li Fangfei had something else in her words today.

“It’s light and refreshing.”

"I prefer northern food, which is large in portion and affordable. Maybe I'm a wild boar and can't eat fine bran!" Liu Long smiled slightly, holding a cigarette between his fingers, and jokingly said with a hint of meaning.

"Well, the night is particularly alluring today."

Li Fangfei held her cheeks and glanced at the glass window with a wooden frame from the Republic of China era, then picked up her bag and said, "I'm done eating, I'm going to the bathroom to touch up my makeup. Chief Liu, wait for me for a moment, I'll come to your house to serve you in the evening."

Whenever Li Fangfei said this in the past, the expression on her pretty face was particularly moving.

Only tonight, there was no expression on his face.

Somewhat indifferent.

Liu Long held a cigarette with smoke curling from it and watched Li Fangfei go to the bathroom in her high heels.

An old record of Night Shanghai is playing in the restaurant.

Two minutes passed.

In the restaurant, a black Republic-era telephone placed on a small round wooden table covered with a white cloth rang.

"Ring ring ring!"

It was particularly striking in the empty hotel at midnight.

"Waiter, phone call!" Liu Long shouted, but no one came out from the kitchen.

No one answered the phone, but it kept ringing.

Liu Long put out his cigarette, walked to the phone and picked it up: "Hello."

A middle-aged man with a hoarse voice said on the other side: "Chief Liu, are you really not considering cooperation?"

"The boss promised that as long as Section Chief Liu nods, we will protect your safety and meet all your conditions..."

The boss here naturally refers to: Boss Dai.

Liu Long glanced at the bathroom at the end of the corridor. Li Fangfei had not come out yet.

This phone call is meaningful.

When Liu Long came today, he originally thought he would be able to see the white paper fan.

At the very least, you can have a conversation with Baizhishan, the one in charge of the "Birdcage" operation.

Unexpectedly, Baizhishan was cautious and sent a phone call.

Liu Long smiled slightly: "As the old saying goes, people with different ideals cannot work together. Please help me thank the boss for his kindness."

"Okay, this is your last chance."

When the other party saw Liu Long gave the reply, he suppressed his anger and hung up the phone.

At this time, a waiter dressed in waiter uniform came out from the back kitchen and handed Liu Long a note: "Chief Liu, Miss Li said she was not feeling well and left through the back door."

"Okay...Okay. How much is the midnight snack?"

Liu Long took out his wallet from his suit pocket to pay.

The waiter smiled and gestured to the door, "Chief Liu, please come in. The boss is treating us."

This Ningbo restaurant is indeed extraordinary, probably just like Old Wei’s farmhouse.

It was a stronghold painstakingly arranged by the Military Control Commission in Changchun, Xinjing.

"Then please thank the boss for me." Liu Long smiled and walked towards the door in his suit.

It was dark outside, with only a few dim street lights on.

Tonight, it's eerily quiet.

The road was deserted.

It was as if a needle falling to the ground could be heard.

Li Fangfei suddenly left without saying goodbye.

With the help of the system, Liu Long's keen sense of danger was enhanced.

Liu Long lifted his leather shoes and walked towards the car not far away.

At the T-junction opposite, three people wearing black hats and windbreakers suddenly walked out from the darkness from three directions.

They were holding bags in their hands, and suddenly they pulled out guns from the bags, raised their hands and fired three shots at Liu Long!

In three directions, Liu Long did an "iron horse bridge" with his waist bent backwards to avoid the bullets hitting his head.

The bullet hit the glass window of Ningbo Hotel, shattering all over the floor.

He rolled to the ground and stood behind a telephone pole. With a thought, he took out a captured Japanese pistol from the storage space.

The three gunmen must have been convinced that they would die, as they kept firing and gathered towards Liu Long.

The bullets hit the electric pole, making a "puff" sound, and one bullet grazed Liu Long's head.

With a "click" sound, Liu Long used his extraordinary perception to hear the gunman on the left who was holding a pistol had run out of bullets and was about to change the magazine.

Liu Long did a neat somersault and rolled to the ground from behind the electric pole. He raised his hand and fired a shot, and the bullet penetrated the flesh!

It hit the gunman on the left directly in the chest!

The gunman covered his chest and fell to the ground!

The other two gunmen provided suppressive fire with a pistol.

During this gap, another gunman pulled out an American Thompson submachine gun from his bag.

He raised his gun and shot at Liu Long.

The black muzzle of the gun spewed out a tongue of fire in the dark night!

Liu Long quickly retreated towards the Ningbo Restaurant. After entering the door, he took cover from the wall and raised his gun.

The bullet spun and, with a "puff" sound, hit the short man in black holding the pistol right in the middle of his eyebrows!

The sound of a patrolman blowing a whistle was heard not far away.

The shouts and the sounds of cars starting merged into one!

The only one left was the man in black holding the Thompson submachine gun. He gritted his teeth and, relying on the powerful firepower of his gun, approached the Ningbo Hotel step by step.

Flames roared, bullets swept across the door and walls, and countless fragments exploded!

Liu Long leaned against the wall and looked at the mechanical watch on his left hand. There were 100 rounds of bullets in the American Thompson submachine gun.

Hearing the gunshot suddenly disappear, Liu Long stood up and turned around, the night wind blew up the corner of his suit.

Pull the trigger.

With a "bang", the bullet penetrated a piece of glass and hit the last gunman in the chest.

Liu Long stepped forward, kicked his weapon away, and shot him twice more in the head.

The waiter from Ningbo Hotel poked his head out of the room tremblingly: "Mr. Liu... do you want to call the police?"

"Don't move the body. I'll make a phone call."

I never expected that the Military Control Commission's White Paper Fan would make such a resolute decision tonight.

The gunman had ambushed in advance and chose this secluded restaurant, far away from the police station, to attack.

That phone call was White Paper Fan’s ultimatum.

If Liu Long agreed on the phone, he could leave this place safely.

Liu Long did not agree, and Li Fangfei left. What awaited Liu Long were only bullets and death.

Everything is designed seamlessly.

Liu Long picked up the phone and called the Criminal Division of the Police Department. It was Xiao Zhang on duty. "Damn it! Xiao Zhang, get some people and come to the Ningbo Restaurant in the south of the city as soon as possible. I've been ambushed!"

"Okay! Boss...are you okay now?" Xiao Zhang was so nervous that he stuttered.

"I shot several underground party members dead! Come quickly! This is a great achievement, stop talking nonsense!"

Liu Longxin said, damn it.

The Military Control Commission is cruel, don’t blame them for being unjust!

But there was a chill in my back.

When Liu Long put down the phone, he saw the shadow of the waiter on the ground holding a pistol, which he slowly raised and pointed at his back.