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

Watanabe Kumaichi suddenly lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground.

Watanabe Kumaichi, the once invincible invader, suddenly lost his support like a fallen leaf. He staggered in endless astonishment, and his back slammed hard on the cold and hard ground, stirring up a cloud of dust. The force was so great that it seemed to smash all his arrogance and arrogance to pieces. His eyes flashed with unbelievable fear, but his body was too weak to struggle to get up.

However, this is just the beginning, and there is still a long list of names on her revenge list.

At this moment, Tang Xiaoxiao, like a cheetah in the dark, was agile and decisive. She quickly approached the Japanese soldiers who were meeting Amaterasu, and without hesitation pulled out the melon grenade that symbolized death from the waist of the Japanese soldiers. Her movements were smooth and skillful, as if she was dancing in the dark, and every gesture was full of determination and strength.

Then she tore off the blood-stained military uniform from a fallen Japanese soldier. The smell of rust on the uniform and the breath of the battlefield filled the air, making people suffocate.

Ugh! Tang Xiaoxiao couldn't help but dry heave twice, obviously bothered by the pungent stench.

She was about to vomit. The Japanese soldier's clothes were too smelly. It was unknown how many days since he had showered. Damn, the Japanese soldier was almost as tall as her.

She put on the military uniform carefully, just like a real Japanese soldier.

In the afterglow of the tense and silent battlefield, a group of Japanese soldiers hurriedly arrived. They were well-equipped and looked anxious.

The leading officer had eyes as sharp as an eagle and a stern expression, and his figure was particularly eye-catching in the setting sun.

He walked quickly to an exhausted soldier, who was Tang Xiaoxiao. His uniform was covered in dirt and blood, and he had obviously just experienced a fierce battle.

The officer asked sternly in Japanese: "Soldier, where is the enemy? How is the general?" His voice echoed in the empty battlefield, and every word was full of doubt and vigilance.

Tang Xiaoxiao straightened her back and answered in a hoarse but powerful voice: "Report to the colonel, the enemy has retreated, the general has died, and the enemy chose to flee under our fierce attack."

Upon hearing this, the officer frowned and asked, "How many enemies are there?"

"There are more than ten."

He walked into the place where Watanabe Kumaichi fell and saw the bodies all over the floor. He couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. He bent down and checked Kumaichi's body, confirming that he was dead.

The officer's face became even gloomier. He turned to look at Tang Xiaoxiao and asked, "Why are you alone? Where are the other soldiers?" His tone was full of suspicion.

Tang Xiaoxiao's heart trembled, and she quickly made up an excuse: "Report to the colonel, they got scattered while chasing the fleeing enemy. I came back to report the battle situation and look for surviving comrades." There was a hint of pleading in her eyes, hoping that her lie could be accepted.

The officer stared at her for a moment, as if assessing her credibility.

Finally, he sighed and ordered: "You lead a team immediately to find the lost soldiers and make sure to find the enemy's trace. If they are still alive, bring them back; if they are dead, bring back their bodies." His voice was full of determination and could not be refuted.

Tang Xiaoxiao took the order, turned around and commanded the remaining soldiers to begin searching for their "lost" comrades on the battlefield.

As she gave her orders, she kept an eye on her surroundings, looking for the best opportunity to strike. As night fell, the moonlight shone through the clouds onto the shattered battlefield, providing a faint illumination for her plan.

At that moment, the poison in her hand spread silently like the drifting autumn leaves, and the air was filled with an imperceptible deadly breath. The Japanese soldiers who followed closely behind had no time to react. Their eyes were still filled with the pursuit and madness of her, but they did not know that the shadow of death had quietly descended. The poison was like a ghost in the night, silently invading their lungs. The toxicity was so strong that it was like frost in winter, freezing their vitality in an instant.

The steps of every Japanese soldier froze at that moment, their smiles froze on their faces, like a frozen picture, and the spark of life gradually extinguished in their eyes. Their throats made painful gurgles and they tried to struggle, but their bodies seemed to be tightly bound by invisible chains, and they could only watch their lives slip away from their fingers. Their figures gradually became weaker under the effect of the poison, and finally fell down like fallen leaves, leaving only a dead silence.

The air around them seemed to have become heavy because of this sudden change. It was so quiet that only the breathing of the wind and the chirping of night insects in the distance could be heard. The moonlight shone on the motionless devils, reflecting their pale and terrified faces, as if telling the silent tragedy. At that moment, time seemed to stop, leaving only the corpses on the ground.

Tang Xiaoxiao waited for the right moment like an eagle pouncing on a rabbit, precise and deadly. She decisively threw the grenade in her hand, with just the right amount of force and angle, as if time had been cleverly woven into a deadly web in her hands.

With a loud "bang", the grenade exploded in the Japanese soldiers' camp, like a bolt from the blue, instantly turning the enemy's formation upside down.

Amid the smoke of gunpowder, those originally arrogant Japanese soldiers were blown to pieces with nowhere to hide. The fate of being wiped out in one fell swoop made them terrified and unable to fight back.

This is Tang Xiaoxiao's victory and also her battlefield art.

However, the battle was not over. Tang Xiaoxiao shuttled between the camps like a ghost, her figure as fast as lightning, and every step she took was on the edge of death.

She quickly and calmly repeated the same action in each enemy camp. The grenade in her hand was like a messenger of death, accurately finding each target. Her actions were so fast that the enemy could not catch her trajectory, and could only feel her presence in the deafening explosions.

"Look at that ghostly figure, it's the murderous devil."

"The murderous devil, that dreaded name, actually appears here at this moment!" The Japanese soldiers' hearts were instantly gripped by fear, as if the howl of wolves in the dark night suddenly sounded, piercing the brief tranquility.

"He's coming, the demon with bloody hands and cold eyes. We can't stay and face his wrath!" The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense, and the faces of the Japanese soldiers were filled with horror and despair.

Their voices trembled like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, helpless and desperate: "The murderous devil is coming, we must escape!"

They knew that facing such an enemy, running away might be the most rational option, because no one wanted to be the next victim of his ruthless butcher knife.

Panic spread quickly, and the sounds of footsteps, gasps, and cries intertwined to form a chaotic scene of escape.

The once mighty soldiers now only had an instinctive fear of death. They dropped their weapons one after another and ran in all directions desperately, hoping to find a glimmer of hope in this sudden nightmare.

However, the shadow of the "murderous devil" has enveloped the entire battlefield. No one can escape his clutches. At least in their hearts, he is the embodiment of omnipresent fear.

In the chaos, Tang Xiaoxiao quietly walked towards a hidden path, which was the evacuation point she had observed in advance.

Tang Xiaoxiao quickly took off the Japanese military uniform, changed into her own clothes, and then used the terrain as cover to quietly disappear into the darkness.

In the darkness of night, Tang Xiaoxiao ran along the path like an agile fox, and finally successfully escaped from the devil's controlled area.