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

She felt that the roast duck in her hand seemed to have lost its former charm. The greasy skin and plump meat now became bland in her eyes.

So, she handed the roast duck and the sweet candy man in her hand to the beggar on the street corner without hesitation.

She decided to follow quietly and make sure to uncover the truth.

For Tang Xiaoxiao, anyone who fights against the Japanese army is an ally worth making friends with.

She has a chivalrous heart and will speak out against injustice.

As long as Tang Xiaoxiao regards someone as a friend, she will definitely lend a helping hand and will never stand idly by.

Murakami Reinako, the ruthless Japanese officer, was standing in the center of the street, her eyes as sharp as an eagle, staring at every inch of land around her. Her subordinates, a group of soldiers in military uniforms, acted nervously and orderly under her strict orders.

"Search quickly, don't miss any corner! We must find that anti-Japanese element!"

"Ai Yi"

On a stormy night, the lights in Haicheng were dim and flickering, just like the uneasiness in Lao Deng's heart.

This core figure of the underground party, code-named "Weasel", is now deeply trapped in a crisis with unpredictable outcomes, and his life is hanging by a thread.

Every breath he took was difficult, as if he was walking on thin ice. If he was not careful, he would fall into endless darkness.

His back was pressed against the cold wall, sweat slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the frosted ground, disappearing in an instant, just as elusive as his secret whereabouts in the city.

He is the superior of "Yellow Bird".

Today, he was unfortunately discovered by the Special High Section while going to the death penalty box to get information. Facing such a dangerous situation, Lao Deng knew that he might have been surrounded.

Old Deng's heart was beating as wildly as a drum. He knew that every step at this moment could be a decision between life and death.

He held the intelligence tightly in his hand, and the thin piece of paper seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. The shadow of the Special High Police was looming at the corner of the alley, like an invisible net approaching him.

The information was hidden in his mouth. The wet paper stimulated his taste buds and reminded him of the weight of his mission.

"Hurry up, over here." At this time, the Japanese soldier's eyes were as sharp as an owl, capturing his subtle movements. His rapid breathing filled the air, and he shouted nervously and excitedly to his colleagues nearby.

The Japs' voices were sharp and piercing, cutting through the clamor of the battlefield. Every word was like a stone thrown at the enemy, attracting more gazes and attention.

The Japanese's companions heard the sound and moved, walking briskly, weapons in hand, alert and determined, and quickly gathered in the direction the Japanese pointed.

Just when the tense atmosphere reached its climax, Tang Xiaoxiao took decisive action.

She pulled out a smoke bomb from her pocket and threw it forward without hesitation.

In an instant, thick smoke spread out like a thick gray curtain, blocking all vision and blurring the enemy's judgment.

"Follow me!" Tang Xiaoxiao said in a low voice, her voice revealing unquestionable determination.

She held Lao Deng's hand tightly, and under the cover of smoke, the two of them moved quickly in the preset direction.

They stepped into a narrow alley. The ancient brick and stone pavement stumbled under their feet. Each step was accompanied by a dull echo, like the hum of history, or a warning of danger.

Tang Xiaoxiao is agile and she leads Lao Deng through the intricate alleys that are like a maze.

Her steps were light and firm, like a ghost in the night, everywhere and nowhere to be found.

She cleverly used the shadows of the alley as cover. Every corner was her hiding place, and every turn was an opportunity for her to counterattack.

Tang Xiaoxiao's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, and she could see through everything even in the smoke.

She can see everything in the darkness, like an owl hunting in the quiet night, alert to any movement in all directions.

Soon they got rid of the Japanese pursuers.

At this moment, Tang Xiaoxiao carefully supported the seriously injured Lao Deng, and the two hurriedly hid in a secret western-style building.

Old Deng escaped all the way and went through many hardships. At this moment, he was full of praise for Tang Xiaoxiao's wit and bravery.

He secretly marveled in his heart, this child is really capable, he is simply a god-like existence.

"This used to be the residence of a high-ranking officer of the Japanese navy. He has not been in Haizhou recently, so we can be safer for the time being. Uncle, you can rest and recuperate here." Tang Xiaoxiao comforted Lao Deng softly while skillfully and quickly treating his wounds and removing the shrapnel embedded in his body.

Every movement she made was so precise and powerful that Old Deng was dazzled.

Who on earth is this kid? Not only is he agile, skilled in martial arts, and courageous, he also has superb medical skills.

Feeling both grateful and puzzled, Old Deng asked, "Thank you very much for saving my life, may I ask your name?"

He couldn't help but worry. Could this be a trap set by the Japanese to test his identity?

Hearing this, Tang Xiaoxiao smiled slightly and responded: "Ah, haven't I introduced myself yet? I know your identity. You are a comrade of the underground party, and I am the head of the special section of the political department."

The firmness and confidence revealed in her words were like a solid barrier, gradually dispelling the doubts in Lao Deng's heart and making him feel at ease.

When Old Deng heard this, his eyes sparkled with excitement, and his voice trembled slightly with excitement: "So you are the legendary leader comrade. I have heard of your name for a long time. It is well-known."

Ever since he learned about the thrilling operation in which comrades from the headquarters successfully stole the ghost fire storehouse of the devil's army, his heart has been filled with admiration and curiosity for this mysterious hero.

Now, he finally had the opportunity to talk face to face with this brave and fearless comrade. The anticipation burned like a raging fire, and he could not suppress his inner excitement.

"Thank you very much, Comrade Master. If it weren't for your timely help, I would probably have passed away and had an unexpected conversation with Mr. Marx." Old Deng said with gratitude.

“No, no, this is what I should do.”

"Comrade Master, I have just obtained an important piece of information concerning the Japanese's water supply department..." Old Deng looked a little solemn.

"Water supply department?" Tang Xiaoxiao frowned. What's so important about this water supply department? In her opinion, the water supply department is nothing more than an agency responsible for water supply and drainage. How could it be the focus of intelligence? This intelligence field is like a mystery to her, and she can't understand the deep meaning of it at all.

Old Deng said solemnly: "The Japanese army's water supply unit seems to be hiding unknown secrets, which may involve forbidden chemical weapons research."

"The Japanese army's water supply department," she repeated in a low voice, and began to piece together the possible scenarios in her mind.

She shuddered at the thought. The Snow Wolf Division, the Japanese chemical weapons leak caused massive casualties, and the inhumane killing power was terrifying.

If the Japanese army's water supply department is indeed involved in this suspicious incident, the possibility behind it is chilling. They may be secretly developing an unprecedented and deadly weapon. Such behavior not only violates international conventions, but also tramples on the bottom line of human morality.

"I'll go check out the water supply department tonight." Tang Xiaoxiao said firmly, with a dangerous light flashing in her eyes.

"Then you have to be careful," Deng Lao reminded, with worry looming in his voice. "Remember to wear protective clothing and a gas mask. Also, try to stay hidden and don't let them know you are there. Remember, intelligence is more important than action, and coming back alive is the top priority." Every word he said was full of concern and anticipation of unknown risks.