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

"Comrade Master, don't be impulsive." Chi Fenghan's voice was particularly low in the quiet night, like a deep pool of water, calm but containing a force that cannot be ignored. His words were firm, and every word was filled with concern and worry for Tang Xiaoxiao.

Tang Xiaoxiao's eyes were like sharp swords, piercing the night sky, flashing with determination. She raised her head slightly, and a barely perceptible sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth, which was a disdain for the provocateur and an affirmation of her own determination. "Okay, I must get rid of this anger." Her words were decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

When had she, Tang Xiaoxiao, ever been chased by the devils like a dog? Revenge is the code of conduct for the Tang Clan in Shuzhong. The Tang Clan in Shuzhong, a martial arts family famous for its hidden weapons and poisons, follows the code of an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, and never lets any insult pass easily.

"Comrade Master, calm down and think about the consequences." There was helplessness in Chi Fenghan's voice. He knew that Tang Xiaoxiao was still a child with a childish mind, but he still hoped that she could look at this matter rationally.

"Consequences?" Tang Xiaoxiao asked back. The determination in her eyes was not shaken by Chi Fenghan's reminder. "If I don't do this, that will be the biggest consequence. I will not be able to sleep at night, I will feel unwilling, and I will question my courage and determination." Her words were loud and clear, and every word was like a sharp sword, piercing the silence of the night and pointing directly to the depths of her heart.

Chi Fenghan sighed deeply. He knew that Tang Xiaoxiao was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, and no one could stop her. He could only pray silently, hoping that she would return safely, and that this action would make her understand that impulse was not always the best way to solve problems.

"Okay, but you have to promise me that you will be careful." Chi Fenghan compromised.

"Don't worry, I know my limits." Tang Xiaoxiao smiled at him, turned and left, her figure quickly disappearing in the moonlight.

Under the moonlight, Tang Xiaoxiao's figure was like a streak of light, shuttling between the alleys. She lightly jumped over the roofs and tiles, dancing like a smart phoenix. Her every move was so smooth and natural, as if she was integrated with the world.

In the bustling city center, an old courtyard eroded by time stands quietly. This is the station of the Japanese commander Inoue Jieta, which is heavily guarded like an iron barrel. The patrolling soldiers are wearing military uniforms and holding rifles in their hands. They have grenades hanging around their waists, and their eyes are sharp, vigilantly scanning every corner, like cheetahs in the dark, ready to pounce on their prey at any time.

However, an agile woman avoided their sight and moved silently through the alleys like a nimble cat in the dark night. She was Tang Xiaoxiao who sneaked into the headquarters.

At this moment, she was holding a delicate poison dart in her hand. The poison came from the Tang Clan's exclusive secret recipe, which was extracted from an herb called "Thousand-Day Amaranthus". It was extremely toxic and only one drop could take a person's life.

Her heart was beating like a drum, but her steps were steady as usual. She calculated the distance and time accurately with every step, and quietly approached her target - Inoue Keita's headquarters.

Approaching the headquarters, Tang Xiaoxiao's eyes swept over every inch of land, looking for a possible breakthrough.

Suddenly, her eyes caught a glimpse of a corner that was neglected by the Japanese army. There, a half-open window was looming, as if it was a guide from fate, leading directly to Inoue Keita's study.

She took a deep breath of the cold air, adjusted her breathing, and adjusted her heartbeat to the steadiest state. Then, like a fallen leaf in the wind, she floated lightly into the window.

In the study, Inoue Keita was immersed in an ancient Chinese book, completely unaware that death had quietly approached.

His back looked particularly lonely under the light, and the brush in his hand left lines of Japanese characters on the paper.

There was a flash of determination in Tang Xiaoxiao's eyes. She flicked her wrist lightly, and the dart cut through the air like a meteor, heading straight for the back of Inoue Keita's neck.

With a "puff" sound, the dart hit the target accurately. Inoue Keita's body trembled slightly, struggled for a few times, and finally fell weakly beside the desk, his life extinguished like a candle.

Outside the study door, the guarding soldiers were startled by the noise. They exchanged glances, nervous and alert, and immediately rushed to the study.

Tang Xiaoxiao was already prepared, and the rainstorm pear blossom needle in her hand was instantly activated. It was a small but deadly hidden weapon, which could kill people instantly once it touched them. There was only a sound of metal collision, and the guards fell to the ground one after another, without a sound.

Seeing this, Tang Xiaoxiao took out a grenade from her arms, carefully placed it under Inoue Keita's body, and set the fuse. This was a clever trap. Anyone who dared to touch Inoue Keita's body would be met with a deadly explosion.

On this quiet night, Tang Xiaoxiao carefully moved around the office, making sure that no movement would attract the attention of the surrounding Japanese troops.

Her sharp eyesight detected every corner where valuable items might be hidden. At this moment, her eyes fell on the Type 94 Nambu pistol on Inoue Jieta's desk. This small but deadly weapon was particularly eye-catching in the dim light.

The Type 94 pistol, with its unique 8-inch barrel and sophisticated design, provided reliable personal defense for Japanese officers during World War II. Its historical value and practical functions made Tang Xiaoxiao deeply aware that this pistol was undoubtedly an excellent self-defense tool for Chi Expert.

Tang Xiaoxiao picked up the pistol quietly, checked it skillfully, and then put it into her package.

Then, her eyes moved to the Parker 51 fountain pen held in Inoue Keita's hand. This classic writing tool symbolized nobility and taste in that era.

She thought that such a gift would surely be loved by Minister Li, so she quickly took the pen and put it in another pocket.

Finally, she caught a glimpse of a German B-Uhr watch, a historical military timepiece that was accurate and durable, and undoubtedly a valuable trophy. Tang Xiaoxiao took it without hesitation.

Turning her eyes to the safe next to the desk, she held her breath and put her ear close to the door, trying to catch any possible movement. The knob in her hand turned between her nimble fingers, and every turn was filled with tension and anticipation.

Finally, with a "click", the safe opened. The scene before her eyes made her ecstatic - the upper layer was filled with more than 20 gold bars, a stack of US dollars, and a stack of Japanese yen, and the lower layer was stacked with thick confidential documents, all of which were priceless intelligence.

Tang Xiaoxiao couldn't help laughing out loud, thanking this unexpected harvest. These supplies were like timely help to her.

The only money she had left was given to her out of "kindness" by the Japanese soldiers when she was on her way to the train station in Yunzhou. During her time in prison, she had to bribe the guards in order to move around more easily, and now it was almost all gone.

Taking out the cloth bag that had been prepared long ago, Tang Xiaoxiao began to put the gold bars, banknotes and documents into it one by one in an orderly manner. Her heartbeat accelerated and she was full of joy, because today was a day full of harvest.

After doing all this, she left the study quickly without any hesitation and disappeared under the cover of night, leaving only silence.

The night deepened, with only a faint moonlight shining on the stone pavement in the courtyard, as if telling the thrilling scene that had just happened. At this moment, Tang Xiaoxiao had merged into the darkness, like a ghost wandering in the night, without a sound or trace.

"How is it? Is it going well?" Chi Fenghan asked nervously.

"It's over, we can go now." There was no trace of blood on Tang Xiaoxiao's face, but her eyes were unusually bright.

Chi Fenghan started the truck, and the engine made a low roar. They left Yunzhou and set foot on the road to Yan'an. Along the way, they experienced countless dangers, sometimes Japanese patrols, sometimes dangerous mountain roads, but they relied on their wisdom and courage to overcome dangers time and time again.