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

Entering the narrow side door, a long and dim tunnel appeared in front of him, with a series of prison cells lined up on both sides, like an endless maze. The entrances to these prison cells were more like kennels, with wooden doors wrapped in iron sheets, low and narrow, only three feet high and two feet wide, forcing the prisoners to crawl like animals to enter and exit.

Each cell was densely packed with 20 to 30 people, with different identities, including staunch anti-Japanese patriots and innocent civilians who were mistaken for anti-Japanese fighters, from old to young, covering every corner of society. Elders over 60 and teenagers were trapped in this suffocating space, enduring unspeakable suffering. The closed environment of the cell made it almost impossible to breathe. In order to prevent suffocation, the Japanese invaders would open the small door at a fixed time every day for food delivery. The weak air flow became the sustenance of life.

There were no beds in the cells, only damp and moldy rush mats that served as makeshift beds. Bedbugs and lice were rampant, leaving painful marks on the prisoners' skin. Many people did not die from the Japanese torture, but were tortured to death by these tiny pests. Every day, the Japanese guards would provide so-called "meals" twice, which were actually muddy soups close to pig food. They would pour half-cooked or burnt rice grains into a large wooden barrel, then pour in ice-cold water, stir evenly, and then reluctantly send it in through the small door of the cell. Occasionally, if the Japanese were in a good mood, they would throw leftover eggshells, meat bones, and fish bones into the barrel. With such food, each person could only barely get four or five mouthfuls, and filling their stomachs was simply a luxury.

Tang Xiaoxiao's steps were steady and firm, and every step was based on her heart, and her thoughts surged like a tide. These brave anti-Japanese patriots had defended the dignity of the motherland with their lives, and each of them was the pride of China. However, the facts before her made her heart ache. They were ruthlessly belittled by the invaders. This was a blasphemy against heroes and an insult to the nation. She clenched her fists, and her heart was filled with endless resentment and curses against those cruel little devils.

She knew nothing about the expert and had never even seen his face, which made her feel at a loss. Looking for an unfamiliar expert was undoubtedly like looking for a needle in a haystack. She walked around the cell, but found nothing.

Tang Xiaoxiao stood at the door of the dark cell, her heart like a mirror, reflecting every detail clearly. Her eyes were like ice, calm and firm, as if the whole world was in her control. She took a deep breath of the cold air, as if she was breathing in endless determination, then stepped out of the cell and into the post that once belonged to guarding Xiaolin Jun. Her steps were steady, as if every step was measuring the boundary between life and death.

She skillfully pulled out the bayonet from the Type 38 rifle, her movements clean and neat, without a trace of hesitation. The bayonet flashed a cold light in the moonlight, cutting through the air, making a low metallic sound, as if singing a death elegy. Then, she took out a bottle of corpse-dissolving water from her pocket. It was a secret weapon she carefully prepared, enough to erase all possible clues.

"Well, from today on, I am Kobayashi-kun." She whispered to herself, with determination and tenacity flashing in her eyes, as if at this moment, she had bid farewell to the past and devoted herself to the new role wholeheartedly.

Meanwhile, Hu Yunkai sat in his car outside the prison, waiting anxiously. His hands kept rubbing on the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the prison gate, his heart hanging like a stone. Every second that passed made his heart beat faster, like an ant being burned by fire, unable to find a peaceful refuge.

"Why hasn't Tang Xiaoxiao come out yet? Did something unexpected really happen?" Hu Yunkai muttered to himself. The nervousness surged into his heart like a tide, almost drowning him.

At this moment, a blurry black shadow entered his sight. Hu Yunkai was alerted instantly, and his hand had already touched the handle of the gun at his waist. He widened his eyes and saw that the black shadow was gradually approaching. It turned out to be a man in Japanese military uniform.

"Uncle, it's me!" Tang Xiaoxiao's voice pierced through the night, with a hint of nervousness, but more of calmness.

Hu Yunkai was slightly startled when he heard the familiar voice, but looking at the devil in front of him, he did not relax his vigilance at all. "Meimei?" He asked doubtfully, with disbelief in his voice. He knew it was Tang Xiaoxiao's voice, but the person in front of him made him unable to match it.

Tang Xiaoxiao saw her uncle's confusion and immediately took off the mask on her face, revealing her pretty face. "Uncle, look, it's me." She smiled, with a cunning light in her eyes, as if telling him that this was just her disguise.

Hu Yunkai opened his mouth in surprise, looking at the human skin mask in his hand, and couldn't help but respect Tang Xiaoxiao's wisdom and courage. "Oh my God, a human skin mask?!" He exclaimed, and the shock in his heart could not be expressed in words. He knew that the agents at the headquarters were very skilled, but Tang Xiaoxiao's disguise skills still surprised him. Such a hidden action would undoubtedly catch the enemy off guard.

Tang Xiaoxiao explained: "Uncle, there are too many people in the cell and we don't have a photo of the expert, so I can't find him."

Hu Yunkai nodded to show his understanding, and then promised: "I will apply to the organization when I return and try to get the expert's photo."

"Uncle, you go back first. I'll stay here by myself." Tang Xiaoxiao said firmly, with determination burning in her eyes.

Hu Yunkai frowned and objected worriedly: "No, this is too dangerous. What if we are exposed?"

Tang Xiaoxiao smiled lightly and responded confidently: "I have already figured out all the situations. I just took a look inside, and I know the layout and staffing of the prison like the back of my hand. I also talked to those devils, and now I have a basic understanding of the devils I have to pretend to be. Uncle, don't worry."

Hu Yunkai looked at her. Although he was full of worries, he had to admit that Tang Xiaoxiao's wisdom and courage were beyond his expectations. "Well, if there is any danger, you must evacuate immediately."

"I will, uncle. You go first. I'll stay here for a while to avoid arousing suspicion." Tang Xiaoxiao waved her hand, motioning him to leave.

"Okay, you have to be careful." Hu Yunkai reminded him countless times before finally starting the car and driving away slowly.

Tang Xiaoxiao watched Hu Yun's car disappear into the night, then turned around and stepped back into the prison full of unknowns and challenges. The moonlight shone on her body, reflecting her tough outline, as if foreshadowing the thrilling adventure she was about to face.

Tang Xiaoxiao held her head high and stepped firmly into the gloomy prison again. Her eyes were bright and fearless, as if she was declaring an unyielding declaration: "Little devils, Tang Xiaoxiao, I am here again, and this time I will make sure you embark on the journey to Amaterasu in peace. Oh, I am really a kind-hearted fairy."