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

The atmosphere after dinner seemed a little heavy. The three of them sat around a rustic wooden table. The light shone softly on their faces, reflecting the complex emotions in their hearts.

Yu Fanghua's voice echoed in the air, with a hint of disbelief in her tone: "I heard that Tongren Hospital was turned upside down, and the Special High Technology Department was wiped out."

This sentence was like a fuse, instantly igniting the attention of everyone present, especially Xue Linyuan, whose eyes were full of shock and confusion.

"All the people from the Special High Technology Department are dead?" Xue Linyuan's voice rose eight octaves, and he was obviously shocked by the news.

He couldn't imagine that the once-powerful Special High Technology Bureau would end up like this.

However, Tang Xiaoxiao, one of the parties involved, appeared unusually calm.

She said calmly, "Only Ichiro Fujiwara, Rinako Murakami, Saburo Tsuruta, and Hu Qianduo died. The others were just small fry."

There was a kind of indifference in his tone, as if he was just talking about daily trivialities. This cold calmness made Yu Fanghua and Xue Linyuan look at each other, and a trace of helplessness flashed in their eyes.

They knew that the death of these leaders of the Special High Technology Department was undoubtedly a fatal blow to the Japanese. Although Tang Xiaoxiao downplayed it, everyone knew that this was definitely not a trivial matter.

"This is so satisfying," Xue Linyuan laughed, "Haha, you are worthy of being comrades from the headquarters." His laughter was full of pride, as if he was proud of his companions.

Indeed, this is the first time in history that special high technology can be caught in one fell swoop.

Yu Fanghua also joined in the joke. She said with emotion: "It seems that the leader is getting more and more powerful. This action is undoubtedly a heavy blow to those arrogant enemies."

However, Tang Xiaoxiao's expression became gloomy. She thought of Li Dayong: "The Japanese devils deserve to die. They killed Uncle Parrot." Uncle Parrot Li Dayong was the pain in her heart, an innocent victim. His death made her full of anger towards the enemy.

Xue Linyuan's laughter stopped abruptly, and his face showed pain and sorrow.

He patted Tang Xiaoxiao's shoulder gently, silently comforting her.

Yu Fanghua looked at them with mixed feelings.

Over the years, she has witnessed too many separations and deaths, and behind every victory is the price of blood and tears.

Her heart had long since become hard, but that didn't mean she was numb.

She knew that every revolutionary's sacrifice was for the dawn of tomorrow, for the coming New China.

The atmosphere in the teahouse suddenly became gloomy, with only the sound of tea boiling gently in the pot, as if telling stories that had never been told.

The three of them, each carrying their own sorrow and hope, continued to move forward silently for a common goal during these years of secret war.

After a long silence, Yu Fanghua, an experienced and calm agent, slowly spoke with a hint of helplessness in his voice: "Xiao Liao, your superiors asked you to evacuate."

Liao Zhigang, young and resolute, remained silent for a long time after hearing this, as if he was recalling the hardships of the past.

His clenched fists revealed his determination. Finally, he took a deep breath and answered firmly: "Okay, I obey orders."

He knew that he had been exposed and staying here would only put the organization in greater danger. Evacuation was his only option.

However, the persistence and unwillingness in my heart burned like a flame in my chest.

Tang Xiaoxiao, smart and courageous, her eyes flashing with determination, turned to Yu Fanghua and asked: "Aunt Yu, my superiors ordered me to rebuild the Haizhou underground party. Do you have any suggestions?"

Yu Fanghua nodded slightly, a trace of relief flashed across her face. After careful consideration, she said, "Comrade Master, in the past few years, we have indeed developed some loyal comrades who are willing to sacrifice everything for the revolutionary cause. However, our dilemma is the lack of supplies, especially money and weapons."

Her tone was full of regret, as if the unfilled gaps were a heavy stone weighing on her heart.

After hearing this, Tang Xiaoxiao curled up a confident smile. She knew that this was her strong point.

"Well, except for the lack of people, everything else is needed."

At this moment, Tang Xiaoxiao suddenly realized that the headquarters asked her to rebuild the underground party simply because they were impressed by her ability to raise money and weapons.

Tang Xiaoxiao did not hesitate and took action immediately. She looked directly into Yu Fanghua's eyes and said firmly, "Okay, I will help you solve the problem of funds and weapons tonight. Do you have any other needs?"

Her eyes flashed with determination to challenge, as if no difficulties could stop her.

Yu Fanghua smiled slightly, and her trust in the comrades sent by the headquarters was beyond words: "We need both the radio and medicines."

Tang Xiaoxiao's voice was firm and full of determination. She promised Xue Linyuan: "Okay, leave this to me. I will find a way."

There was a hint of worry in Xue Linyuan's eyes, but more of it was trust and understanding for Tang Xiaoxiao. "Sasa, remember, safety first." He said in a deep voice, his words full of care from an elder to a younger generation.

"Don't worry, Uncle Xue!" Tang Xiaoxiao responded with a smile, her eyes flashing with determination, as if she had foreseen the challenges she was about to face.

As night falls, the moonlight is silver and the stars dot the deep night sky.

Tang Xiaoxiao changed into a black nightgown and stood up quietly like a messenger of the night.

She was very careful, fearing that she would disturb Yu Fanghua, who was sleeping in the same bed with her. After making sure that Yu Fanghua was still immersed in sleep, Tang Xiaoxiao quietly left Fanghua Bookstore and embarked on a journey in the night.

Her destination was Hu Qian's house, a mansion located on the edge of the city. It was not only the residence of the chairman of the maintenance association, but also a treasure house that hid countless wealth.

It is said that there are mountains of gold, silver and treasures in Hu Mansion, and the level of luxury is astonishing.

This two-story villa looks particularly mysterious in the night. It is brightly lit, but it exudes a strange atmosphere of sadness.

When Tang Xiaoxiao approached the Hu Mansion, she discovered that a grand funeral was being held there.

Hu Qianduo’s sudden death plunged the entire family into grief.

At the funeral, cries of grief and mourning echoed throughout the mansion and beyond.

The thugs in Hu Mansion all had solemn expressions, holding tightly in their hands the Type 14 Nambu pistols. These were weapons that Hu Qianduo had carefully collected during his lifetime, and each one represented his power and status.

Tang Xiaoxiao knew very well that the Hu Mansion was heavily guarded at the moment, but she also understood that the chaos during mourning was the best time for her to act.

She used the night as cover and almost blended into the darkness, like an invisible wind, quietly and silently moving through the shadows of the Hu Mansion.

With her keen observation and extraordinary skills, Tang Xiaoxiao cleverly avoided the patrolling thugs and approached the core area of ​​Hu Mansion step by step - the legendary treasure house.

Her heartbeat quickened, and every breath seemed to be noticed by the people around her, but she remained calm, because she knew that only calmness could allow her to successfully complete the task.

Finally, she arrived at the door of the treasure house. This heavy door seemed to tell countless secrets.

At the dark and mysterious entrance to the underground treasure house, Tang Xiaoxiao stood quietly, her eyes firm and deep, as if she could penetrate all obstacles and see directly into the essence of the treasure.

She brushed her sleeves lightly and pulled out a stunning set of lock picking tools - a series of small, exquisitely crafted metal devices, each of which shone with a faint light, as exquisite as a work of art.

Tang Xiaoxiao took a deep breath and focused all her attention on the heavy door of the treasure house in front of her.

She gently and accurately inserted the first tool into the keyhole, as if she was playing a silent piece of music, each movement full of rhythm and beauty of rhythm.

As her fingers jumped nimbly between the lock cores, the complex mechanisms seemed to lose their former solidity in front of her and became as fragile as a house of cards.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and the air was filled with a tense and expectant atmosphere.

Finally, after Tang Xiaoxiao gently turned the tool for the last time, there was a "click" sound, and the heavy door slowly opened to both sides, revealing a gap.

As the gap gradually widened, beams of golden light overflowed from it, illuminating the entire underground space.

When the door of the treasure house was fully opened, a shocking scene appeared before Tang Xiaoxiao's eyes.

There were all kinds of gold and silver treasures inside, including gold coins, silver ingots, jewelry, antiques, and even US dollars and Japanese yen.