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

In the afternoon, the sun shines obliquely into the prison cafeteria, tinging the cold concrete walls with a light golden halo, but it cannot dispel the silence and depression that permeates the cafeteria. Tang Xiaoxiao and Nobi Nobita, a pair of like-minded good friends, sit at the same mottled dining table every day and enjoy a monotonous dinner.

Today, the atmosphere in the cafeteria seemed more solemn than usual because the fish on the plates had disappeared. It was their only hope and also a brief comfort.

There was obvious disappointment and anger in Nobita Nobi's eyes, and his mood was like the sky covered with gloom that could not be dispelled.

In the underground gambling game in the prison, he lost miserably. Seeing Kobayashi Junta's happy face, he felt a mixture of jealousy and resentment. "Kobayashi, your luck is really enviable. Don't forget to treat us when you are on duty tonight." His words were full of jealousy and provocation, trying to regain a bit of dignity.

Kobayashi Junta, also known as Tang Xiaoxiao, responded with her usual wit: "Don't worry, my friends, I will leave everyone satisfied tonight."

This was a bit harsh to the prison guards present. They complained in a low voice: "Aren't you afraid that Captain Aida will cause trouble for you if he finds out?" Their voices were low, but loud enough for everyone in the cafeteria to hear.

"Oh, don't worry so much, at most you just have to pay a fine. For those of us who deal with money every day, why would we be afraid of such a small amount of money?" Nobita Nobi's words elicited bursts of bitter laughter. There was both helplessness and relief in the laughter, which temporarily broke the dullness of the cafeteria.

Suddenly, the door of the cafeteria was pushed open and a group of people in black uniforms rushed in, attracting everyone's attention.

Tang Xiaoxiao's pupils contracted instantly, and she keenly noticed that this group of people were different.

Nobi Nobita caught a glimpse of her expression and whispered, "It looks like she's from the Special Higher Police."

Tang Xiaoxiao asked in confusion: "How do you know?"

Nobi Nobita's lips curled up into a smile and replied, "Well, one of the guys, I met him before in Wanhualou."

Hearing this, the people around smiled knowingly. That was the tacit understanding between them, which only those who had experienced it could understand.

The three steps at the entrance of the cafeteria now became the stage for the upcoming performance. A Japanese soldier who bullied the female prisoners at noon walked out of the cafeteria with a proud look on his face.

Tang Xiaoxiao seized this opportunity, calmly took out a stone from her pocket, and aimed at his vitals. In an instant, the soldier stumbled and fell straight onto the stone steps, his life coming to an abrupt end at that moment.

The surrounding prison guards quickly gathered around him, and an experienced soldier checked and announced: "He has fallen to death."

"It's really shameful that Kame-kun died this way."

Another person said sarcastically, "He must have run out of energy at noon, and is as weak as a shrimp."

Someone else echoed this, and there was no sympathy on everyone's face, only ruthless ridicule.

"Carry it away." An order was given, and the soldier's body was dragged away roughly. The cafeteria returned to its superficial calm.

As night falls, the moonlight is like water, sprinkling over the silent prison, giving this cold and hard building a layer of mysterious silver gauze.

The team Tang Xiaoxiao was in was responsible for the duty tonight. At midnight, Tang Xiaoxiao walked into the kitchen, generously asked the chef to prepare a sumptuous midnight snack, and specially selected some fine wines.

"Brother made a little money today, so I'll treat everyone to a drink tonight." Tang Xiaoxiao said with a smile, her words revealing her generosity.

Upon hearing this, the fat devil gave a thumbs up and praised, "Xiao Lin-kun is very generous. We are really pleasantly surprised."

"Xiaolin-kun, you are so generous."

In the guard room, a long table was covered with all kinds of food and wine glasses, the aroma overflowing, tempting everyone's taste buds. Kobayashi Junta, who was usually frugal to the point of being stingy, was quite surprised by his generosity at this moment, and they all raised their glasses to celebrate, and laughter filled the whole room.

While everyone was enjoying the food, Tang Xiaoxiao took the initiative to take on the task of patrolling. Her figure looked even more determined under the dim light.

While patrolling, Tang Xiaoxiao suddenly stopped in front of a cell.

The atmosphere there was different. A young prisoner with handsome features was talking incessantly about The Communist Manifesto.

Tang Xiaoxiao remembered him. She had caught a glimpse of this Japanese officer from the Special High Section when she was getting lunch in the cafeteria at noon.

At this moment, his words were passionate, and his understanding of Marxism seemed to be deeper than her, a true Communist. This made Tang Xiaoxiao secretly admire him, but also a little more vigilant.

Outside the cell, Tang Xiaoxiao listened quietly, with a lot of thoughts in her mind. She knew that this person was not an ordinary person, and must be a secret chess piece in the Special High Section, just to find experts returning from overseas.

During a quiet patrol late at night, Tang Xiaoxiao's footsteps paused quietly in front of a prison shrouded in shadows, where an unusual atmosphere of tension permeated.

In a deep corner of the prison, a handsome young prisoner with eyes full of wisdom was concentrating on analyzing the profound philosophy of The Communist Manifesto. His voice was like a turbulent torrent, and every word flowed with a profound understanding and unique insights into Marx's theory, which made Tang Xiaoxiao, a true Communist fighter, feel ashamed.

Recalling that sunny afternoon, Tang Xiaoxiao had inadvertently caught a glimpse of the Japanese officer in the uniform of the Special High Section amid the hustle and bustle of the cafeteria. At that time, he looked deep and mysterious. Now, his fiery passion and persistent pursuit of idealism surprised her and added a bit of vigilance.

The other prisoners in the cell were deeply moved by his speech and murmured in agreement, revealing their keen interest and strong resonance with the subject.

However, in a corner of the room, a young man in his early twenties sat quietly, his face was calm, as if all the noise had nothing to do with him. His appearance was poetic and picturesque, and he was elegant. It can be said that: the man on the street is like jade, and the young man is unparalleled in the world.

Tang Xiaoxiao's gaze, as if cleverly guided by an invisible thread, involuntarily stayed on him, and that moment of gaze seemed particularly long.

The young man, like a vigilant cheetah, keenly caught this subtle gaze, his eyes slightly raised, a barely perceptible surprise gently passed across his handsome face. In his deep eyes, there flashed the light of exploration of the unknown world, and he silently savored this scene in his heart.

This little devil doesn't catch people's eyes with his outstanding appearance, nor does he have the kind of stunning appearance that makes people fall in love at first sight. However, his eyes are like bright stars, shining with bright and deep light, as if he can see through people's inner world. This unique combination is very strange.

"There are little devils." The young man warned softly. Although his words were low, they were like a flash of lightning that pierced the night sky, and the entire cell fell into silence in an instant. Everyone's heartstrings were plucked by this concise and powerful warning, and the mood of tension and vigilance quietly spread, as if a silent storm was quietly brewing.