Spy Wars: I'm the boss, who am I afraid of?

In the afternoon sun, Tang Xiaoxiao gently pushed open the door of the ward. The door looked a little mottled due to the erosion of time.

Her eyes were sharp and her steps were light, like a cheetah lurking in the shadows, ready to strike at any time.

Inside the ward, two Japanese soldiers were standing vigilantly. Their presence added a bit of tension to this quiet space.

"What do you do for a living?" a guard challenged her in stiff Chinese, his tone full of arrogance and provocation.

Tang Xiaoxiao sneered secretly in her heart, with a cold light flashing in her eyes.

Without hesitation, she flipped her wrist and several flying knives cut through the air like meteors, heading straight for the two guards.

In an instant, the air in the ward seemed to freeze, leaving only the sharp whistling of the flying knife breaking through the air.

The two Japanese soldiers fell to the ground instantly under the impact of the flying knives. The sparks of life were extinguished in their eyes and blood spread on the white floor, forming a shocking picture.

However, all this was just the beginning. Tang Xiaoxiao's eyes quickly swept towards the person on the hospital bed.

Her eyes instantly became alert because that person was not a real patient, but a disguised Japanese agent.

He quickly rolled off the bed, his body so agile that it didn't look like an injured person, and hid next to the closet in the corner of the ward.

There was a black pistol in his hand, and the muzzle was pointed at the unsuspecting Tang Xiaoxiao.

Only then did Tang Xiaoxiao realize that she had fallen into a trap carefully designed by the Japanese devils again.

"Damn it!" Tang Xiaoxiao growled angrily, with fire burning in her eyes.

She nimbly dodged the flying bullet, stepped over the bed, and appeared in front of the Japanese agent like a flash of lightning.

Her fingers were like iron pliers, tightly gripping his throat with enough force to suffocate him.

"Where is Xue Linyuan?" Tang Xiaoxiao's tone was cold, and every word hit the other person's face like hail.

The Japanese agent struggled and uttered a few words with difficulty: "I... don't... know..."

"Waste!" Tang Xiaoxiao smiled coldly and suddenly increased the strength in her hands.

With a click, the Japanese soldier's neck was broken by her. His life disappeared in Tang Xiaoxiao's hands, leaving behind a dead silence.

However, this brief peace did not last long, as hurried footsteps and noisy shouting were heard outside the ward.

Other Japanese agents were attracted by the gunshots and were about to rush into this room filled with the smell of death.

At this life-and-death moment, her eyes were firm and resolute, like a lone wolf in the dark night, fearless and unafraid, just to protect the belief in her heart.

Tang Xiaoxiao's heart tightened. She knew that time was running out and she couldn't stay here for long.

She quickly searched a grenade from the Japanese agent, pulled the fuse, stuffed it into the gap in the closet, and then quickly retreated to the other corner of the ward.

With a loud bang, the wardrobe exploded into pieces, and smoke filled the air, blocking the view outside the door.

Under the cover of smoke, Tang Xiaoxiao leaped towards the window and broke out without hesitation. Her body drew a graceful arc in the air and landed in the hospital garden.

The rose bushes in the garden became her temporary shelter. She quickly adjusted her breathing and observed the movements around her.

The hospital alarm sounded, medical staff and patients fled in panic, and Japanese agents swarmed into the floor where the ward was located like wolves.

In that carefully tended garden, clusters of gorgeous rose bushes surround a quaint and elegant rockery, as if it were a perfect fusion of nature and artificial art.

However, beneath this seemingly peaceful and tranquil scene lies a dark secret.

Tang Xiaoxiao accidentally touched a secret mechanism in the rockery, and then she seemed to have stepped into another world and fell into a secret space deep underground - a forgotten basement.

Her heartbeat quickened, but her steps were extremely steady as she slowly walked down a spiral iron staircase. Each step was like stepping into the cracks of time, and she took it carefully, fearing to disturb the long-sleeping tranquility.

The light in the basement was like a flickering candle flame, weak and shaky, and could only barely illuminate the road under your feet, making everything around shrouded in a mysterious shadow.

The light in the basement was as dim as a candle, barely illuminating a short distance ahead, leaving the entire space shrouded in a mysterious shadow.

There was a damp smell in the air, mixed with the smell of stale lime and disinfectant, as if telling the long-standing story of this place.

Tang Xiaoxiao held an exquisite dagger in her hand, the blade flashing a cold light under the dim light.

She walked along the dim corridor, each step steady and firm.

On the walls on both sides of the corridor hung old oil paintings. The faces of the characters appeared blurry in the dim light, as if they were spying on her actions.

Her footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, like a lonely melody played in the empty space.

Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed in the corner, like a lurking ghost, instantly breaking the peaceful scene.

Tang Xiaoxiao's heartbeat accelerated instantly, and she became alert instinctively. The dagger in her hand reflected a faint light, pointing directly at the mysterious black shadow.

She took a deep breath and turned around suddenly, ready to face any possible danger.

However, when she saw the true face of the black shadow, her tense nerves relaxed instantly.

That was Xue Linyuan, her respected Uncle Xue, who was leaning against the mottled stone wall at the moment. His face was as pale as paper and his body looked extremely weak, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

"Uncle Xue!" Tang Xiaoxiao shouted in surprise, her voice full of concern and joy.

She walked quickly towards Xue Linyuan and put the dagger back to her waist. At this moment, she was more concerned about Uncle Xue's safety.

"Sasa? Are you... the comrade master?" Xue Linyuan's voice was weak and hoarse. He was breathing heavily, with a hint of doubt and relief in his eyes.

Despite his frail body, his eyes were still sharp, as if they could penetrate the darkness and see through everything.

Tang Xiaoxiao leaned over and gently supported Xue Linyuan to ensure that he would not fall. "Uncle Xue, it's me, Tang Xiaoxiao."

She said softly, her eyes full of concern and determination, "Uncle Xue, I'm so glad you're okay."

Her tone was full of relief, as if she had just woken up from a nightmare and found that it was all a false alarm.

Xue Linyuan's voice trembled with a hint of barely perceptible relief, "Sasa, I'm glad you're here. Come with me quickly, someone is injured." His eyes flashed with a gleam of help, as if he had grasped the last straw.

"Who is injured?" Tang Xiaoxiao asked with concern, and stepped forward to carefully support the weak Xue Linyuan.