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

"Comrade Master, you seem to have some plans?" Lan Yajun asked in a concerned tone.

Tang Xiaoxiao smiled softly and responded, "I'm thinking about going to Dongqiao Prison tonight to investigate."

Lan Yajun frowned and firmly objected: "Are you planning to act alone? Dongqiao Prison is definitely not an easy place to enter."

"I dare to break into Iwai Mansion, so why should I be afraid of Dongqiao Prison?" Tang Xiaoxiao's eyes flashed with confidence.

Hu Yunkai was shocked when he heard this: "Could the theft at Iwai Mansion have anything to do with you?"

Lan Yajun was also surprised and signaled him to lower his voice: "Old Hu, watch your words."

"Haven't I been out of touch temporarily? I couldn't get in touch via the radio, so I had to borrow it myself. But they were so stingy that they said I was a bandit and they searched the whole city for me." She raised the corners of her mouth with a hint of playfulness, "Is there any bandit as smart and clever as me, and who steals in such a fun way?"

At this moment, the silence of Cambridge enveloped them, and everyone was digesting the meaning of these words. They were secretly wondering whether they were amazed at Tang Xiaoxiao's unique thinking or questioned the incompetence of Iwai Mansion. However, they gradually realized the deep meaning of the headquarters sending her to act alone.

"Where are those documents?" Knowing the value of the offer, they immediately asked.

"I have placed them properly at 33 Gus Road. It's empty there and it's not very convenient to carry them," Tang Xiaoxiao explained.

"Is security guaranteed there?" They were worried about the safety of their documents.

"Don't worry, it's very safe. The number of documents is huge, and it is too dangerous to transmit them via telegram. I have heard at the East Asia Common Culture College that the Japanese telecommunications detection technology is quite advanced. Once a telegram is sent, it will inevitably attract their attention." She revealed a lot of information.

"East Asia Common Culture College?!" The name confused them, as recent news had revealed the true face of the academy - a Japanese spy training base.

"Everything is for the mission, haha." She realized that she might be right, and fortunately she was surrounded by her own people. However, she did need to be more careful with her words.

Well, they understood. This head comrade was from Haizhou, and the downfall of Haizhou East Asia Tongwen Academy must be closely related to her. They really didn't recognize the real talent before, and failed to see through this heavyweight hidden in front of them.

As night fell, the moon was covered by dark clouds, and only the faint starlight penetrated the gap, illuminating this silent world. The wind whistled in my ears, as if whispering an unknown story. Hu Yunkai drove his black car, speeding on the deserted road leading to Dongqiao Prison. The atmosphere in the car was tense and solemn, and only the roar of the engine broke the quiet night.

"Comrade Hu Meimei, you must pay attention to safety." Hu Yunkai's voice was low and firm. He stared through the windshield at the prison standing in the darkness in front of him, his heart full of doubts and worries.

Tang Xiaoxiao sat in the passenger seat, her eyes sharp as an eagle, staring straight ahead. She smiled slightly and responded, "Uncle, don't worry. I have arranged everything. You find a secluded place to wait for me, I will go in to investigate the situation." As soon as she finished speaking, she quickly opened the car door, jumped vigorously, and disappeared into the night in an instant, leaving only the echo of the car door closing gently.

"Oh my god, Qinggong..." Hu Yunkai muttered in surprise, his eyes widened, unable to believe what he saw. No wonder the headquarters released such a young child to perform the mission, oh my god, this is ancient martial arts! This made him sigh that the headquarters' foundation was indeed profound, and such a master was hidden.

Dongqiao Prison, a high-walled prison on the edge of the city, looked even more eerie at this moment. The barbed wire flickered coldly in the moonlight, and the searchlights on the guard towers swept back and forth, like the eyes of a cheetah, alert to every corner.

Tang Xiaoxiao's figure was like a civet cat, approaching silently. Her every move was full of power and grace, as if she was dancing with the darkness.

Hu Yunkai found a secluded corner and watched all this from a distance. His heart was hanging in the air, full of anticipation and nervousness. He prayed silently, hoping that she would return safely.

In this dark night, Tang Xiaoxiao's actions were like a flash of lightning, breaking the silence. She shuttled between the prison walls, and every jump and every dodge showed her extraordinary skills and calm mind.

In the deep night, Tang Xiaoxiao quietly stepped into the shadow of Dongqiao Prison. This prison, like a forgotten castle, stands on the edge of the city, surrounded by high walls and dense electric fences. On the four corners of the turrets, the ancient muzzles point in all directions, as if silently declaring its inviolable majesty. Type 93 heavy machine guns are arranged all around. With their accurate shooting and rapid turning capabilities, the machine guns are like the eyes of venomous snakes, alert to every possible threat. They flash a cold light in the night, as if ready to spit out deadly fangs at any time.

The layout of the prison is rigorous and orderly. The dormitories and prison facilities for the guards are concentrated in the western half. In the eastern half, there are rows of blue brick and tile houses, quiet and cold. Among them, four are used as interrogation rooms, one is used as a kitchen, and the rest are divided into male and female cells, where all kinds of criminals are imprisoned, and their stories are silently played out within these brick walls.

Tight security is the byword of Dongqiao Prison. Forty-four male and female guards, each of them is skilled and sharp-eyed, patrolling day and night to protect the peace of the prison. The two prison officers are even more ruthless and impartial, their eyes seem to be able to penetrate the darkness and see through everything. At the back of the prison, the guard squad follows closely, each squad has eleven people, they hold long guns, their waists are full of bullets, and each is equipped with 200 rounds of ammunition, ready to deal with possible crises at any time. Deep in the East Courtyard, there is a secret arsenal hidden, which stores a variety of guns and ammunition, enough to deal with any emergency.

However, at this moment, in a corner of the prison, in front of a dark cell door, two guards were sitting at a worn wooden table, their eyelids drooping, as if they were tightly entangled in the silence and fatigue of the night. On the table, a few oil lamps emitted a faint yellow light, swaying, reflecting their faces, tired and relaxed. There was still amber liquid in the wine glasses in their hands. It was the strong liquor they used to drive away the cold and loneliness, and it was also their self-deceiving comfort. The aroma of wine mixed with the aroma of food filled the air, tempting them to indulge in it and forget their duties.

They were drunk and had blurred eyes, as if they were in a dream, unaware of the approaching danger. They thought the prison was impregnable, with solid stone walls, strict security, and endless darkness, enough to block any enemy who tried to break in. They thought they were safe and invulnerable, but they didn't know that danger often quietly breeds in the most unexpected corners.

At this moment, a figure approached them silently like a ghost in the night.

"God helps me." Tang Xiaoxiao murmured in a low voice, her voice so soft that it seemed like the rustling of leaves in the night wind. Under the moonlight, her fingers accurately touched the sleeping points of the guards, and they instantly fell silent like fallen leaves and fell into a deep coma.

Tang Xiaoxiao was agile and silent like a cat. She quickly stripped the uniform off a guard, and the uniform looked tailor-made for her. Then, she used her superb disguise skills to cleverly change her appearance to be almost identical to that of the guard. At this moment, Tang Xiaoxiao was no longer the mysterious intruder, but a shadow lurking inside the prison. Her presence was like the invisible wind, silent and invisible.

She stood straight, her steps firm and powerful, each step was like stepping to the beat of a drum, confident and resolute. Walking through the dim corridor, she greeted the oncoming prison guards from time to time, her calmness made it impossible to detect her true identity.

In this heavily guarded prison, Tang Xiaoxiao's actions were like a silent symphony. Every movement was precise and powerful, and every breath was filled with tension and anticipation.

"Thank you for your hard work." Tang Xiaoxiao smiled, with a cunning gleam in her eyes.

"Oh, it's Xiaolin. Are you still patrolling so late tonight?" The fat prison guard responded. His face was full of fatigue, but he did not forget to give Tang Xiaoxiao a friendly smile.

Tang Xiaoxiao nodded, "Yes"

"Mr. Kobayashi, you are quite diligent tonight." The patrolling guard whispered. He did not doubt it, but just felt it was a little strange, but could not find anything wrong.

Deep in the cell, a group of anti-Japanese patriots were imprisoned. Their eyes were firm, and although their bodies were exhausted, they still stood upright. They encouraged each other in the darkness and used silent resistance to fight against the invaders' chains.