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

In the evening, it is the most gentle transitional moment of the day. The sky is like a skilled painter, with a deep blue as the base, slowly spreading a layer of light golden color. The sun slowly slides towards the horizon, as if it is the protagonist on the stage about to bow out, pouring the last rays of light on the earth, leaving a golden afterglow. At this moment, everything is gently wrapped in soft light, as if endowed with poetry.

After a busy day, Xue Linyuan finally returned to his warm home, his tired body wrapped in the faint night. He carefully ordered a table full of delicacies at a nearby restaurant, and the dazzling array of dishes exuded an enticing aroma.

The three of them sat around the table. Tang Xiaoxiao was immersed in the food, with satisfaction stains on the corners of her mouth. Her intoxicated look seemed to be telling of the deliciousness of the food.

Braised Lamb: The color is attractive, the meat is tender and has no fishy smell. Every bite exudes a mellow aroma and the taste is silky and soft.

Pickled pork: Its unique flavor is unforgettable, fragrant but not greasy, and every bite is a feast for the taste buds.

Longshang Crispy Duck: crispy skin, soft and fragrant inside, the flavor penetrates into the bones, every chew is full of elasticity, the deliciousness is beyond words.

Braised pork elbow: full of freshness and fragrance, plump but not greasy, full of meat, rich soup, which will whet your appetite.

While enjoying the food, they exchanged information gained in the past few days.

Li Dayong said: "I have searched for rickshaw drivers in the market these days and secretly investigated black market transactions, but still found nothing."

Xue Linyuan also shared his progress: "The Special High Section seems to have found the culprit for the stolen arms. It seems to be several soldiers from the Japanese internal transport corps, but I suspect they are scapegoats pushed out by the Japanese. Our agent headquarters also executed several death row prisoners, claiming that they were members of the Military Control Commission and the real murderers of Director Yang."

Li Dayong, who knew the inside story, had a subtle arc rising quietly at the corner of his mouth, like the surface of a lake gently brushed by the spring breeze. It was both a subtle complacency about his success and a calm smile at his insight into the world.

Tang Xiaoxiao seemed a little guilty. Her eyes flickered, as if she was hiding some unspeakable secret, and there seemed to be a little more hesitation and uneasiness in those bright eyes.

She put down her chopsticks and said something shocking: "I found Xie Zilong's trace today, and also determined the exact location of the supplies."

The two people present were stunned by this statement. They had worked hard but to no avail, but she, who ate and drank like a street urchin every day, had found him. Was it because they got up in the wrong posture, or was it because they walked out of the house in the wrong order?

Li Dayong asked: "Where is Mr. Xie now? Where are the supplies?"

Then, Tang Xiaoxiao told the whole story.

After listening to Tang Xiaoxiao, Li Dayong and Xue Linyuan fell silent.

They were full of high respect and deep regret for Mr. Xie Zilong. They were furious at the unscrupulous informer. If it weren't for the ruthless betrayal by Mr. Xie Zilong's personal attendant Xie Qishun, this brave man would not have been hunted down by the Japanese army, let alone injured in the hunt. The wound infection delayed precious treatment time because he was afraid of exposing his whereabouts by going to the hospital, which eventually led to his irreversible death.

"Damn it, those damn Japanese devils, damn Xie Qiming, I must kill him." Li Dayong cursed.

"Xie Qiming must be killed. Our most important task now is to go to Longhu Mountain and retrieve the supplies," Xue Linyuan reminded.

Li Dayong pondered for a moment and said, "Well, Sasa and I will go to Longhu Mountain tomorrow."

"Sasa is going too?" Xue Linyuan was a little dissatisfied. Children shouldn't be involved in fighting and killing! Children should grow up healthily under their protection.

Li Dayong was speechless. Was he worried about Tang Xiaoxiao? Although Tang Xiaoxiao was just a child, she was a martial arts master. Worrying about Tang Xiaoxiao was worse than worrying about those bandits.

"Uncle, Sasa is so powerful." She is the best Tang Xiaoxiao in the world, and has inherited the true teachings of the Tang Clan in Shu.

"Okay! Brother, we don't know what the situation is in Longhu Mountain. You should take the guerrillas with you." Xue Linyuan suggested.

Li Dayong quickly refused: "No, it's not good for too many people to go. I still believe in Mr. Xie. The people he entrusted should be trustworthy."

"Even if the person Mr. Xie entrusted is trustworthy, you still need someone to help you transport the supplies. Let's do this. You ask the guerrillas to meet you outside, and you go with Sasa."

"That's a good idea. I'll contact the guerrillas. We'll go to Mount Longhu tomorrow morning to avoid any more trouble."

"Can"

Silent all night.

Most of the bandits in Longhu Mountain gathered together due to the pressure of life or dissatisfaction with social injustice.

They set up checkpoints between the mountains and ridges, robbing the rich to help the poor. They were both chivalrous and savage and cunning.

They were familiar with every corner of this land, and used the complex terrain to deal with the government troops. They escaped from danger time and time again, and became legendary figures among the locals.

Xie Kun, the leader of Longhu Mountain, is said to be strong and righteous. Although his team is a group of bandits, they act with principles and never kill innocent people. Xie Kun is Xie Zilong's distant cousin. At that time, the Xie family fell into decline and the clan fell apart. Xie Zilong's father went across the ocean, and Xie Kun became a bandit.

The next morning, as the sky was just breaking light, Li Dayong and Tang Xiaoxiao set out on their journey to Longhu Mountain.

The two walked along the winding mountain road. The mountain wind whistled and the pine waves rustled, as if whispering the secrets of the forest.

Finally, at dusk, they arrived at the gate of Longhu Mountain.

"Stop, who are you?" The voice was like thunder, breaking the tranquility of the evening and echoing between the valleys.

A tall guard stood in front of the ancient village gate, holding a Hanyang-made Zhongzheng rifle in his hand. The gun body shone with a cold light, which contrasted with his sharp eyes.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, fixed tightly on the group of strangers who suddenly appeared in front of him, and not a single movement escaped his attention.

"We are here at the request of Mr. Xie Zilong," Li Dayong responded, his tone revealing an unquestionable firmness, and then continued: "Could you please, brave young man, inform them for us that Mr. Xie Zilong asked us to come?" This sentence was full of respect, showing their respect for Mr. Xie Zilong.

The guard heard this and a hint of doubt flashed across his eyes, but it was quickly covered up by a serious expression. He did not let him go immediately, but turned and walked deep into the village gate, disappearing into the twilight.

Li Dayong and Tang Xiaoxiao stood there, waiting patiently.

A moment later, the village gate creaked open, and Xie Kun appeared in person at the door, his eyes showing both vigilance and expectation. He examined the two people in front of him, especially Tang Xiaoxiao, a seemingly immature child who exuded a temperament that was hard to ignore.

"Thank you, Mr. Master," Li Dayong stepped forward to greet him, and then said, "The boat is crossing the snowy night."

"The red flag will not flutter in the wind or in the cold"

This is the code for picking up the goods designed by Xie Zilong. Only when the code is correct will Xie Kun hand over the goods to the other party.

Tang Xiaoxiao also performed a street salute, "Master Xie, this is the relic left by Uncle Xie." After saying that, she took out the letter from her arms.

This letter is the only proof of Xie Zilong's life and his last connection with the world. Its existence is like a silent monument, remembering Xie Zilong's life.

Xie Kun gently took the letter and stroked the edge of the letter paper with his fingers, as if he could feel his nephew's warmth through the thin piece of paper.

His eyes were deep and solemn, filled with endless memories and sorrow. Although the ink on the envelope had faded, the familiar handwriting was still clearly visible, and every word was like Xie Zilong's last whisper, telling of unfinished business.

The envelope was slowly opened, and the letter inside was slightly yellowed, with traces of time leaving mottled marks on the paper. Xie Kun's eyes swept over every word, and the emotions in his heart rolled like waves. He closed his eyes, and his mind was filled with thoughts.

After a long while, he raised his head, hid the emotions in his eyes, looked at Li Dayong and said, "Follow me."

Under the leadership of Xie Kun, Li Dayong and Tang Xiaoxiao passed through the intricate mountain village and came to a hidden warehouse. Mountains of supplies lay quietly there, each carrying Xie Zilong's expectations and sacrifices. Xie Kun sighed and said solemnly and firmly: "These are all what Zilong asked me to keep."

At the same time, the guerrillas on the periphery and a battalion of the 29th Regiment approached quietly as planned, ready to provide support.

As night fell, the moonlight sprinkled in the mountains and forests, casting a mysterious veil on this secret operation. Li Dayong, Tang Xiaoxiao and Xie Kun's team worked together to transfer the supplies safely, and the 29st Battalion of the 1th Regiment responded from a distance, successfully completing the mission.

Tang Xiaoxiao and the others looked at the full load of supplies, feeling both relieved and heavy-hearted. Xie Zilong's sacrifice was not in vain, and his last wish was fulfilled.