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

As soon as her hand touched his body, Xue Linyuan gasped in pain and let out a low "hiss".

"Uncle Xue, where does it hurt?" Tang Xiaoxiao asked anxiously. She gently lifted Xue Linyuan's clothes. The scene in front of her made her heart sink instantly.

Xue Linyuan's body was covered with various scars, traces of whipping, burns and scalds intertwined, each of which told of the pain he had experienced.

"Uncle Xue, you..." Tang Xiaoxiao's voice choked and her eyes reddened. She couldn't imagine how this strong uncle could endure all this.

Xue Linyuan endured the pain and said firmly: "I'm fine, come with me first, someone is waiting to save you."

It turned out that after being arrested, Xue Linyuan was subjected to severe torture, but no matter how the enemy tortured him, he did not reveal any information.

The enemy even put him on the electric chair. Xue Linyuan was in critical condition and was eventually sent to Tongren Hospital for emergency treatment. Just yesterday, he miraculously struggled back from the brink of death.

Half an hour ago, the hospital suddenly fell into chaos.

One of the soldiers guarding Xue Linyuan was named Pinggang Shantai. He was actually a member of the Japanese Anti-War Alliance and a fighter for the Communist International.

Taking advantage of the chaos in the hospital, Pinggang Shantai decisively dealt with another companion and successfully rescued Xue Linyuan.

However, during the escape, unfortunately, Hiraoka Yamata was shot and is now in a coma due to excessive blood loss.

"Xiaoxiao, we must find a safe place as soon as possible. Pinggangshan needs urgent treatment." Xue Linyuan's voice was weak, but full of urgency.

Tang Xiaoxiao nodded, with a firm look in her eyes, "Uncle Xue, don't worry, I will do my best to help Pinggang Shantai, we will definitely get through this difficult time."

This basement was once a hidden research room. Since that turbulent period, when the Japanese army invaded like a storm, the once bustling hospital fell into chaos, and people either fled or died unfortunately.

From then on, this place was buried deep in the memory of history, and even the locals rarely mentioned it, let alone foreign invaders.

Xue Linyuan's uncle, as the architect of this hospital, is the guardian of this secret history. Therefore, Xue Linyuan was fortunate to know the existence of this place. It was this place that became his shelter at the turning point of his destiny.

Everything in the world, every flower and tree, every moment and every passing moment, has its destiny. There is even a long-silent morgue in this laboratory, silently telling stories of the past and exuding a solemn and mysterious atmosphere.

Xue Linyuan placed Pinggang Shantai, a wounded Japanese officer, on the cold morgue bed. His head was covered with a white cloth, as if he had already passed away.

Xue Linyuan's move was to take advantage of the hospital environment and disguise Pinggang Shantai as a corpse in order to avoid the enemy's search.

Tang Xiaoxiao watched all this with a slight twitch in the corners of her mouth. She secretly glanced at Xue Linyuan and couldn't help but admire his courage and wit.

She walked forward and gently lifted the white cloth covering Hiraoka Santai's face, revealing his distinctive Japanese face: flat face, broad face, collapsed nose bridge, and short stature.

His face was as pale as paper, and he lay there quietly. The wound on his chest was horrifying. Although it had been bandaged with gauze, blood was still slowly oozing out.

Tang Xiaoxiao quickly pressed on Pinggang Shantai's Quchi point, and the bleeding stopped instantly.

With a determined light flashing in her eyes, she said to Xue Linyuan, "Uncle Xue, I need some medical supplies. We must treat Pinggang Shantai's wound immediately to prevent the infection from worsening." Her voice was full of determination and did not allow any questioning.

Xue Linyuan nodded tiredly. His body was exhausted, but he still held on to protect Pinggang Shantai and Tang Xiaoxiao. "Xiaoxiao, go ahead. I'll be here to protect you." His words revealed his trust in her and his commitment to responsibility.

Tang Xiaoxiao took a deep breath, looked determined, turned and left the morgue, and walked towards other areas of the hospital to look for the medical supplies she needed.

She knew that every second was crucial and time was life. She had to race against time and not let Pinggang Shantai's injuries worsen.

Xue Linyuan stayed where he was, silently guarding Pinggang Shantai. His eyes were full of vigilance and determination, and he was ready to deal with any possible danger at any time.

Tang Xiaoxiao took firm steps, following the same footsteps she had come from, walking through the intricate corridors step by step, and finally stepped into the flowery garden again.

The flowers in the garden swayed gently in the breeze, as if telling a silent story. Her eyes were as sharp as torches, scanning everything around her, capturing every possible movement.

Suddenly, a group of Japanese soldiers came into view, marching along the garden path.

A cold light flashed in Tang Xiaoxiao's eyes. She leaped and landed lightly behind the last Japanese soldier.

In the silent night, she was like a ghostly black cat, her movements so light that she almost blended into the night. Her sharp eyes flashed a cold light in the darkness.

Her movements were as smooth as flowing water. With one hand, she covered the Japanese soldier's mouth tightly with lightning speed, preventing him from making any sound.

With the other hand, he tightly grasped a sharp dagger and with an almost artistic precision, he cut his throat cleanly and neatly. The whole process was silent, as if even time had frozen at this moment.

Afterwards, she calmly handled the scene and carefully dragged the body into the depths of a nearby flower bush, which was full of blooming flowers and became the perfect place to cover up the evidence.

Then, she took out some special materials from the small bag she carried with her and began to apply makeup on her face.

Her technique was skillful and every stroke was precise. Soon, her face miraculously became exactly the same as that of the dead Japanese soldier. Even his closest mother probably could not recognize the changed appearance.

After completing all this, she quietly integrated into the Japanese army again.

"Mr. Guo Zhong, where did you go just now? It will be difficult if the captain finds out." A Japanese soldier walking in front of Tang Xiaoxiao asked puzzledly.

Tang Xiaoxiao smiled and imitated the Japanese accent and responded: "Oh, my stomach feels a little uncomfortable, I'm going to poop."

"How rude." The Japanese soldier frowned and complained, but did not ask any more questions. He just urged her to keep up with the team.

The team continued to shuttle between the garden and the corridor. Tang Xiaoxiao's eyes fell on a door on the second floor, which was the pharmacy.

She came up with an idea and pulled the Japanese soldier in front of her: "My stomach hurts again, I have to go again, can you help me for a while."

"You are such a... forget it, go now." The Japanese soldier responded impatiently.

Tang Xiaoxiao took the opportunity to rush into the pharmacy and quickly searched for the medicines she needed.

Her eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, quickly scanning every row of medicine shelves, looking for important medicines that were vital to her and could save her life.

Finally, she found the medicines and surgical tools she needed. She packed them up and held them tightly in her arms, as if they were the hope of her life.

At this moment, a chaotic sound of footsteps was heard at the stairs, echoing in the empty corridor like thunder.