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

After completing the disguise, Tang Xiaoxiao clapped her hands, looked at Chi Fenghan with satisfaction, and said: "Okay, now you are the little devil. Remember, you must imitate the walking posture and speaking tone exactly, otherwise it will be easy to be exposed." There was confidence in her eyes, as if everything was under control.

Chi Fenghan took a deep breath and tried to imitate the Japanese soldier's movements, trying to make himself look more like a Japanese. He tried to speak in Japanese, with a slightly awkward voice, but it was enough to get away with it.

Tang Xiaoxiao nodded and commented with satisfaction: "Not bad, you did a good job. Next, you will act according to the plan and go to Yunkai Restaurant to find Boss Hu. He will help you arrange a route out of the city."

Tang Xiaoxiao, with her skillful disguise skills, made the Japanese's face look like Chi Fenghan, with every detail handled flawlessly.

She threw the disguised body back into the cell.

In the dark corner of the cell, the corpse lay there quietly, as if waiting for the final judgment.

Qian Guocheng approached the corpse and gently probed his fingers into the man's nostrils, but there was not even a trace of breath.

He raised his head, his eyes filled with grief and helplessness, shook his head at the crowd that had gathered around him, and said in a deep voice, "He's dead."

Angry whispers rose and fell from the crowd. "Damn the Japs!"

Some people cursed with gritted teeth, clenched their fists, and their nails dug deeply into the palms of their hands.

"These devils are too cruel." Another person sighed, with hatred flashing in his eyes. Their hearts were filled with hatred for the invaders, and every dead compatriot was a thorn in their hearts.

Shibasaki Iwasui watched all this at the moment, his throat rolling up and down, he swallowed his saliva, secretly feeling lucky. Damn, the guy who tortured him yesterday was kind enough to show him mercy, otherwise he would be lying here today. He secretly swore that after he got out, he would bury the hatred for those who had beaten him deep in his heart and never mention it again.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" A hurried shout echoed in the empty prison, breaking the silence of the night. This sound was like a harsh bell, striking people's hearts and making them shudder.

The prison guard on duty came over upon hearing the noise. He was a short, bearded man named Yingman Eisuke. He was wearing a uniform and had a bunch of keys hanging around his waist. His footsteps were heavy on the stone floor, making a dull sound.

His eyes revealed a hint of boredom and impatience, and he was obviously not happy with this sudden situation. "What's wrong?" he asked rudely, his tone full of displeasure.

"This man...he's dead." The reporter was a thin inmate, his face pale, his fingers trembling as he pointed at the prisoner lying on the ground, his voice filled with fear.

Sakuraman Eisuke stared at Kobayashi's masterpiece with his eyes wide open in disbelief. He thought that guy was just a coward with a good appearance, but he didn't expect him to be so cruel. He took a few steps closer and carefully checked the prisoner, confirming that he had no signs of life. Sakuraman Eisuke frowned, secretly thinking about the next steps in his mind.

"Matsuda-kun, come over and help me." Sakuraman Eisuke shouted loudly towards the corridor outside the cell.

Soon, another prison guard responded. He was a young rookie named Matsuda Yamaichi, his eyes full of nervousness and curiosity.

"Sakuraman, what's wrong?" Matsuda Yamaichi asked. When he saw Sakuraman Eisuke's serious expression, he vaguely sensed the seriousness of the matter.

"Kobayashi, this guy actually killed someone. Now, we need to dispose of the body." There was a coldness in Sakuraman Eisuke's words, as if this kind of thing was already commonplace for him.

A trace of fear flashed across Matsuda Yamaichi's face. He glanced at the corpse and then quickly looked away.

Finally, the two of them worked together to carefully lift the body and prepare to send it to the prison's mass grave.

In the dark corridor, their footsteps sounded particularly loud. Matsuda Yamaichi couldn't help but ask: "Sakuraman-kun, Kobayashi-kun killed the prisoner? Will this...will this cause trouble?"

"Trouble?" Sakuraman Eisuke sneered, "The dead man is a Chinese, what's the trouble? Boy, you're worried about Kobayashi Junta?"

"No, no. It's just that Kobayashi-kun is a good guy and I don't want him to be punished."

"Kobayashi-kun has been really nice and generous lately. We need teammates like him," Sakuraman Eisuke concluded.

The two fell silent, leaving only the sound of heavy footsteps echoing in the empty prison. They passed through iron gates, walked through dim corridors, and finally came to the forgotten corner - the mass grave.

The moonlight sprinkled on the overgrown land, reflecting a desolate scene. They buried the body hastily and then turned away, leaving behind endless darkness and silence.

On the other side, team leader Taro Aida was reviewing documents in his office when his subordinates came hurriedly to report that Junta Kobayashi had beaten a prisoner to death in the cell.

Taro Aida raised his eyes and frowned slightly, but he did not show too much emotion. Kobayashi Junta's recent behavior did make him satisfied. He was a generous guy.

"Got it, go down." Taro Aida said calmly, and continued to write on the documents with his pen, as if the dead prisoner was just a minus sign in the numbers. In his eyes, Kobayashi Junta's actions were nothing. The lives of Chinese people were not lives in their eyes. If the headquarters did not want to use the returning experts for their own use, he would have shot all these prisoners long ago.

The cell was immersed in dead silence in the second half of the night, with only faint snoring echoing between the empty stone walls. Qian Guocheng, an anti-Japanese fighter in prison, took advantage of the sleeping cellmates around him to carefully unfold a mysterious note.

The moonlight was like silver, sprinkling on the note and illuminating the terrifying words: "Xiao Yan is a Japanese." His heart tightened and cold sweat quietly slid down his back.

If this "Xiao Yan" was really an enemy spy, then wouldn't the rescue operation he planned be sending the soldiers of Yunzhou Station into danger? This thought made him shudder.

While he was thinking about how to respond, he quietly put the note into his mouth and chewed it into pieces, as if this could erase the horrible truth.

The next day, at dawn, Shibasaki Iwasui was taken to the interrogation room again by the Japanese army.

In the interrogation room, sitting opposite Shibasaki Iwasui was the intelligence team leader, Gotada Naosu. Gotada Naosu sat in front of a table filled with wine and food, smiling broadly, as if he was entertaining an old friend.

"Shibasaki-kun, it's been really hard for you during this period." There was a hint of hypocritical concern in Naoki Gouda's words.

"No matter how hard it is, it is my duty to serve His Majesty the Emperor." Shibasaki Iwasui responded with a firm look in his eyes and without any retreat.

"Come, try these dishes. I heard that you've suffered a lot. Are you feeling well?" Naoto Koda raised his glass to try to get closer to them.

"Captain, I'm fine, just some superficial injuries. For our cause, this little pain is nothing." Shibasaki Iwasui said lightly, but he was secretly calculating in his heart.

Naoto Gouda heard the hidden meaning in his words, and a hint of interest flashed in his eyes: "It seems that Shibasaki-kun's action this time has paid off."

Then, Shibasaki Iwasui slowly recounted the contact between him and the Military Control Commission and the fact that they regarded him as an expert.

"Okay, your contribution will not go unnoticed. Even though we can't find experts, destroying the Military Control Commission's Yunzhou Station is also a major achievement." Naoto Tsuda nodded approvingly, with a cunning gleam in his eyes.

After three rounds of drinks, Gotada Naoto took out a stack of photos from his arms, handed them to Shibasaki Iwasui, and said, "These are the photos of experts we collected. Maybe you can find clues from them."

Shibasaki Iwasui took the photos and looked at them carefully. When he saw a photo, his face suddenly changed. The person in the photo was Chi Fenghan, the dead person.

His heart was like being hit by a heavy hammer, and he couldn't believe the facts before his eyes. How could Chi Fenghan become an expert? He was already dead, killed by his own people.