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

As night falls, the moon is like a white ribbon, and the silver light it sheds casts a mysterious veil over the quiet night.

At this moment, the lights in the conference room of Tongren Hospital were dim, and there was a tense and heavy atmosphere inside.

Ichiro Fujiwara, the powerful decision-maker, sat at the head of a long table. The piles of documents and hospital layouts in front of him revealed the heavy workload he had.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, revealing an inviolable majesty.

He has gathered a large number of men with a clear and urgent goal - to uncover the truth about the murder of Reinako Murakami while tracking down an escaped underground party member.

He had captured key clues from those complex hospital structure diagrams.

He thought the murderer must be hiding in the basement of this hospital.

Suddenly, a burst of hurried and harsh footsteps came from the corridor, like a thunder, instantly breaking the silence of the meeting room.

Fujiwara Ichiro frowned slightly, then ordered in a firm tone: "Come in."

The door was slowly pushed open, and a familiar figure came into view - Saburo Tsuruta, Director of the Special High Technology Operations Department.

However, Fujiwara Ichiro did not know that this usually rigorous and dedicated subordinate had now become the embodiment of death.

The real Saburo Tsuruta had already fallen into the hands of Tang Xiaoxiao, and the one who appeared at the door now was her carefully disguised masterpiece that no one could see through.

It's as if time has flown back, taking us back to those fateful hours.

At that time, the night was falling, the moonlight was as silver, and Saburo Tsuruta, the once powerful figure, was walking into the hospital bathroom alone.

He never expected that this short period of solitude would be the end of his life.

In the restroom, the lights were dim, reflecting an eerie silence. In the most inconspicuous corner, a pair of sharp eyes had already locked onto the target, that was Tang Xiaoxiao.

When Saburo Tsuruta's back appeared in her sight, Tang Xiaoxiao launched an attack instantly.

With an audible sound, the dagger accurately cut through Saburo Tsuruta's throat, and his life was taken away in that instant.

Her movements were swift and ruthless, as if she were the messenger of death, executing a ruthless judgment.

Then, Tang Xiaoxiao poured out a mysterious liquid from the small bottle on her waist. It was corpse water that could quickly dissolve flesh.

She carefully sprinkled each drop of liquid on Saburo Tsuruta, as if leaving the final footnote for his death.

As the corpse-dissolving water spread, Saburo Tsuruta's body gradually melted, just like snow meeting the warm sun, gradually evaporating until it disappeared without a trace.

After completing all this, Tang Xiaoxiao took out a human skin mask from his pocket, skillfully put it on his face, and instantly transformed into Saburo Tsuruta.

She carefully erased all possible clues, then left quietly like a cat, blending into the night, like an invisible wind, coming and going without a trace, leaving only an empty and silent room.

Let us gently turn the hands of time back to the present.

"Tsuruta, you showed up at the right time." Fujiwara Ichiro didn't notice anything unusual. He just nodded slightly and motioned for the other party to sit down.

And Tang Xiaoxiao, the assassin lurking in the heart of the enemy, had already grasped a deadly hidden weapon in her hand, waiting for the best time to attack.

The door of the conference room slid slowly, as if pulled by an invisible force, and each closing of the gap was accompanied by a slight creaking sound.

The sound echoed in the empty corridor, as if foreshadowing a drama that was about to take place. The wheel of fate was quietly starting to move, and no one could stop it.

Tang Xiaoxiao, the hunter who follows like a shadow in the dark world, is now moving with the speed and precision of a cheetah.

Her eyes were cold and firm, her body was light and agile, and every movement was carefully calculated and flawless.

In her hand, a poisoned dart flashed with a cold light, like a ghost in the dark night, silent but extremely deadly.

The target is Ichiro Fujiwara, the chief of the Special High Technology Department, whose name has made countless people tremble.

He is also the culprit behind the damned Comrade Li Dayong.

However, at this moment, he could only stare wide-eyed, which once saw through everything, filled with confusion and shock.

His power and ambition seemed so powerless at this moment.

Faced with sudden death, his eyes revealed disbelief and fear, like a drowning man's last struggle, futile and desperate.

The dart came like the kiss of death, silently and without any warning.

Until the last moment of his life, Fujiwara Ichiro still couldn't understand why the subordinate whom he once regarded as his right-hand man would attack him so resolutely.

His world, at this fatal moment, collapsed without a trace, leaving only dead silence and endless regret.

Outside the door, there was another knock, breaking the silence in the meeting room.

Tang Xiaoxiao took a deep breath, trying to calm her inner turmoil, and said in a steady and calm voice: "Come in."

"Section Chief." The voice arrived before the person outside the door appeared.

As the door was pushed open, Hu Qianduo's figure came into view.

The moment Hu Qianduo stepped into the room, Tang Xiaoxiao took action again, like a machine performing precise calculations.

This time, it was also a deadly hidden weapon that cut through the air and went straight to Hu Qianduo's vital points.

He didn't even have time to react before his life was gone in that instant, leaving behind a look of confusion and bewilderment, as if he was still wondering why he had been attacked so suddenly.

Tang Xiaoxiao did not hesitate for a moment. She handled the scene quickly and efficiently, carefully wrapped the heads of Fujiwara Ichiro and Hu Qianduo in bundles, and prepared to take them away.

Tang Xiaoxiao's fingers gently brushed across the cloth bag around her waist, which contained cold, hard grenades.

Her eyes were as bright as torches, firm and resolute, like a flame in the dark night, illuminating every step she took forward.

She used her light body to shuttle through the hospital corridors like a swallow skimming the water, throwing grenades at the target accurately.

Every move was accompanied by a deep breath, as if racing against the hourglass of fate.

As the grenade fell to the ground, the tranquility of the hospital was ruthlessly torn apart.

A series of explosions exploded in the quiet night like a violent storm. Every note was a heart-shaking roar, shaking everyone's eardrums and hearts.

Sparks flew, smoke billowed, and the hospital instantly became a battlefield filled with smoke.

Broken glass and collapsed bricks and stones fell like rain under the impact of the explosion, and screams and crying mixed together, creating a picture of doomsday.

The invaders who had been sleeping peacefully in the ward were now in shock. They fled in panic, trying to escape this sudden storm of death.

On the other side, Tang Xiaoxiao's figure had already disappeared without a trace in the darkness, like a ghost blending into the night, silently and without leaving any trace.

Her movements were as agile and mysterious as those of a cat, making them impossible to capture. Only the aftershocks of the explosions remained, echoing in every corner of the hospital for a long time.