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

Old Zhao was holding a small box in his arms.

Inside was a precious mechanical watch that he had exchanged from an American officer.

I planned to give it to Liu Long by asking Khoroshev to go to Harbin.

I’m afraid I won’t be able to give this year’s birthday present to Liu Long personally.

Because this time, Lao Zhao sent the sulfa antibiotics to Shaanxi, Gansu and Ningxia.

The organization held a meeting and decided that Lao Zhao was too old and no longer suitable for frontline work.

He should be transferred back to the base to do some intelligence training and anti-espionage work.

He was also given a good position as director of the Security Department.

The key is that in this way, Lao Zhao can go back and live with his lover who has been separated from him and live together again. It can also be regarded as helping the organization to complete so much work and returning home in glory.

Old Zhao was a little reluctant to leave here, but he saw that Zhao Qingru had basically taken over his job, had her own intelligence channels, and had trained a new group of loyal underground party members.

Old Zhao has been traveling back and forth all these years and is indeed tired.

You can't refuse to accept your old age.

So I obeyed the organization's arrangement, and this time when I came back, my first purpose was to hand over the work to Zhao Qingru.

He closed the Mingwu business firm he had run for decades.

The second is to tell Khoroshev and Liu Long about transferring him back to Shaanxi-Gansu-Ningxia.

When Lao Zhao passed by the corridor, he listened carefully to the movements of the guests in other rooms.

Some were drinking, some were chatting, and some were playing cards.

as always.

Only then did Old Zhao feel at ease and walked to Khoroshev's door, knocking gently with three long and two short knocks in secret code.

The door opened from the inside, but what greeted Lao Zhao was not Khoroshev, who always loved to joke with Lao Zhao, but the black muzzle of a gun!

And a few spies wearing top hats!

Old Zhao was startled and put his hands behind his waist, ready to take out the gun.

Even if I have to commit suicide, I can’t let myself fall into the hands of the Japanese!

Suddenly, the door behind me opened. Who was the guest playing cards and drinking?

A spy raised his foot and shouted, kicking the gun out of Lao Zhao's hand!

Countless spies poured out of the room. A short man walked out of a room, clapped his hands and laughed, "Boss Zhao from Mingwu Trading Company? Or should I call you Zhao Chunming, the secretary of the Xinjing Underground Party?"

This short guy turned out to be Beichuan Yan who was in Harbin the day before yesterday!!!

Old Zhao didn't say anything and looked at Kitagawa Hiko.

Beichuan Yan placed his hands on his waist and bowed to Lao Zhao: "It doesn't matter if you don't speak. Once I invite you into my interrogation room, I think I have a hundred ways to ask you to speak, just like your radio operator, the woman codenamed Parrot? She survived all the criminal laws, but she couldn't survive the truth serum. She exposed this position..."

"Where is Khoroshev?" asked Lao Zhao.

Beichuan Yan's face was unfriendly: "The liaison officer of the Communist International? He felt that something was wrong, and he had already run away when we came...Didn't he tell you?"

Old Zhao sighed in his heart.

Comrade Parrot who runs the inn here must have been targeted by someone, and Kitagawa Hiko gave him a truth serum overnight.

Exposed Khoroshev's hiding place.

Khoroshev probably knew that Comrade Parrot had not returned all night, and felt that something was wrong, so he packed up and left in the morning.

He thought that Lao Zhao also knew the news, so he didn't have time to inform Lao Zhao.

But it's good news that Khoroshev was not caught.

Old Zhao is a little fat and a little hunched over at his age.

He also knew that this defense would be futile.

Old Zhao was used to bowing and nodding when doing business, but he slowly straightened his back in front of these Japanese, adjusted his glasses, touched the watch in his arms, and smiled: "I don't know how to address you... But it doesn't matter. What questions do you want to ask me? It's impossible..."

Lao Zhao's gun fell to the ground and was picked up by Japanese spies.

The corridor was full of spies, and the room behind was also full of spies.

There is no way to heaven and no way to earth!

Old Zhao was still talking one second, and the next second, he slammed his head against the wall of the hotel.

The head can be cut off and the blood can be shed!

Let this old underground party member reveal information about his comrades and betray the organization!

Lao Zhao can’t do it!!!

Kitagawa said sternly, "He wants to commit suicide! Stop him!"

Old Zhao was pulled by a spy and hit against the wall, his head was bleeding, but he did not die heroically as he had imagined!

"Not dead!" The moment the spy raised his head to report, Lao Zhao held on to consciousness, not allowing himself to faint, and bit off his tongue with his teeth!

He opened his bloody mouth to the outside and spat out the half-bitten tongue on the ground.

Kitagawa Hiko's face changed drastically in fright!

"Hahahaha!" Old Zhao laughed wildly.

He can't run away, but he is the one who has experienced the growth of Liu Long, the Nighthawk.

He couldn't possibly betray Liu Long! Even if he died!

The Japanese have a truth serum. Once it is used, the consciousness will no longer be under one's control.

The only solution is to bite off his own tongue. Even if he is given a truth serum, how can a person without a tongue and unable to speak leak information!!!

"Baga! Hurry up and find a doctor! This underground party member is too important! We can't let him die!"

Beichuan Yan hurriedly pried open Lao Zhao's mouth and checked his injuries.

Old Zhao spat the dirty blood in his mouth onto Beichuan Yan’s face!

Staring at Kitagawa Hiko with a smug look!

"This bastard is trying to provoke me! Capture him and bring him back to the Kwantung Army in Harbin! Keep him under strict supervision!"

"I want him to live! I want him to live a life worse than death!!"

Kitagawa Hiko's hoarse voice spread throughout the entire hotel!

He thought that by catching Lao Zhao, Nighthawk's identity would be revealed!

Who knew that Lao Zhao would bite off his tongue!

Old Zhao leaned against the wall, feeling groggy. He tried to look up at the ceiling, feeling bitter in his heart: Little Liu, I’m afraid you won’t get my birthday present this year…

In Harbin, it was almost time to get off work in the afternoon, and Liu Long was sitting in the office with his bracelets folded, taking a rest.

The string of his bracelet suddenly broke.

The wooden Buddhist beads fell onto the wooden floor and rolled away...

Liu Long felt inexplicably panicked. He stood up, picked up the Buddhist beads on the ground, and frowned.