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

At the foot of a quiet mountain, a row of young soldiers, Xiao Zhenjiang, a young man from Ping'an Town, led his companions to a dangerous place.

They were standing on a narrow patch of grass at the base of a cliff surrounded by deep canyons. The cliffs rose high into the sky, like a work of nature's magic.

On the white cliff, sparse white palms grow tenaciously, setting off the steepness of the cliff, making the peak seem to reach the sky, magnificent and daunting. On this seemingly unclimbable cliff, the arsenal of Ping'an Town is hidden, a mysterious place that is difficult for the enemy to reach.

"That's it," Xiao Zhenjiang pointed to the top of the cliff and said firmly, "The Japanese arsenal is on top of the cliff."

Zhou Fugui widened his eyes and asked in disbelief: "How can we get up there?"

"You wait here," Tang Xiaoxiao smiled calmly, her eyes gleaming with confidence. As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly jumped up lightly, like a swallow flying through the flowers, dancing gracefully.

She lightly touched the ground and instantly jumped 15 meters. Then, she flexibly grabbed the vines hanging from the edge of the cliff. With the help of the vines, she gently pushed her feet against the cliff and spun her body in the air, like a butterfly flying among flowers, beautiful and mysterious. Her movements were light and powerful, and every rise seemed to interpret the agility of life.

Tang Xiaoxiao used the force again and again and climbed up again and again. Soon she disappeared from their sight, leaving only the faint sound of the wind and the echo of the valley.

Only after watching her figure disappear over the cliff did the others recover from their shock.

Zhou Zilong rubbed his eyes and muttered to himself: "Am I still not awake?"

When Ma Xiangqian heard this, he couldn't help but pinch Zhou Zilong's arm hard.

Zhou Zilong grimaced in pain and stared at Ma Xiangqian: "Hey, Lao Si, why did you pinch me?"

Ma Xiangqian looked at Zhou Zilong with a smile and said jokingly, "Boss, you said you haven't woken up yet, so I'll help you verify it."

Wu Liangchen watched this scene and couldn't help but exclaim: "This is really amazing! This skill of flying over the eaves and walls is even better than that of a monkey."

Zhou Fugui's eyes widened, his face full of surprise: "This must be the kind of martial arts master described in martial arts novels, he actually exists in reality!"

Tian Tieta was also stunned. He knew that Tang Xiaoxiao was very skilled, but the scene in front of him still surprised him. He patted his thigh hard and sighed, "Damn, this really opened my eyes, the hero, no, the heroine."

They stood there, their hearts full of awe and anticipation, waiting for Tang Xiaoxiao's successful return, and at the same time full of confidence in their own future.

On the other side, Tang Xiaoxiao, wearing a black nightgown, was like a nimble black cat, quietly moving in the shadows of the armory.

She cleverly avoided the sight of the visible sentries, nimbly moved through the blind spots of the hidden sentries, and sometimes even used the enemy's shadow as perfect cover to disappear without a trace in the darkness.

In a particularly dark corner, Tang Xiaoxiao silently leaped onto a tall old tree. Her figure was looming among the lush branches and leaves, and the camouflage of her nightgown made her almost blend into the night.

She was like an owl, quietly watching from the treetops, waiting for the best opportunity.

The moonlight sprinkled on the roof of a bungalow. Tang Xiaoxiao looked down with sharp eyes, observing every possible movement like an eagle's.

Suddenly, a pungent smell and an ominous noise broke the tranquility of the night. The smell came from the toilet next to the armory, which made her frown. "Bah, it's unlucky." She cursed in a low voice, and the sound was almost inaudible in the silent night.

She stopped immediately and glanced around vigilantly, her ears as sensitive as a cat, catching even the faintest sound.

She felt a chill coming from behind, it was the breath of the enemy approaching. Tang Xiaoxiao's reaction was as fast as lightning, and the Emei Spear was already firmly grasped in her hand.

Without hesitation, she turned around and attacked with smooth and accurate movements. The Emei Spear pierced directly into the throat of the Japanese soldier behind her, ending his life instantly.

Without stopping, she immediately changed into the soldier's uniform. The size of the clothes seemed to be tailor-made for her and fit her perfectly.

She looked at herself, secretly praising her own wit and agility. This uniform not only allowed her to blend in with the enemy, but also provided her with additional protection.

"Tonight's mission must be successful." Tang Xiaoxiao whispered to herself with a firm look in her eyes. She continued to sneak, blending into the darkness, like a part of the night, moving forward silently.

Every breath and every heartbeat was helping her mission and accumulating strength for her mission. In this silent battlefield, Tang Xiaoxiao was like a cheetah in the dark, ready to attack at any time, unstoppable.

In the silent night, the moonlight sprinkled on the hard stone road, which seemed particularly deserted. In the distance, a heavily guarded building stood in the darkness. It was the secret arsenal of the Japanese army, a place full of danger and unknown. Four fully armed Japanese soldiers, wearing dark uniforms and camouflage on their faces, quietly guarded the gate of the arsenal. Their eyes were sharp, as if they could penetrate the night and capture any unusual movement.

"Kobayashi, look over there, is there any movement?" A soldier named Yamada whispered to his companion Kobayashi, pointing to a vague shadow.

Xiaolin narrowed his eyes and observed carefully. "It might be the wind. Don't be nervous, Yamada. We are used to this silence. Any small sound will be amplified."

The two looked at each other, nodded silently, and continued to remain vigilant. In addition to the four sentries, there were two hidden sentries around the arsenal. They were the first and last line of defense for the arsenal.

The positions of the secret sentries were extremely clever. One was hidden among the treetops, and with the cover of leaves, was almost undetectable; the other was lying in ambush at an abandoned wellhead, and its piercing eyes could only be spotted from a close distance.

Inside the armory, mountains of weapons and equipment, these silent steel behemoths, quietly wait for the moment to be awakened.

"The moonlight tonight is so beautiful. I miss the cherry blossoms in my hometown." Yamada looked at the sky, his thoughts flying.

At this moment, a breeze blew by, carrying away a few fallen leaves. The two sentries immediately became alert, their eyes focused like cheetahs, ready to attack at any time.

In the silence, Tang Xiaoxiao moved quietly. She took a deep breath, as if absorbing the silence and strength in the night, and then slowly took out the Torrential Pear Blossom Needle from the brocade bag close to her body.

This seemingly insignificant hidden weapon glowed with a deadly light in her hand, like the scythe of the god of death, silent and cold.

The rainstorm pear blossom needles were small and exquisite, but they contained endless murderous intent. With a flick of Tang Xiaoxiao's fingers, they flew out like a torrential rain, silently passing through the darkness and heading straight for the vigilant guards.

Each tiny silver needle was like an elf of the night, silently penetrating the guards' armor, accurately piercing their vital points, and taking their lives in an instant.

There was no struggle, no sound, only Tang Xiaoxiao's firm and calm eyes flashing in the darkness.

The Torrential Pear Blossom Needle in her hand was like a silent symphony of death, performing the cruelest ending in the most elegant manner.

Afterwards, she conducted a detailed reconnaissance of the armory, looking for a possible way out with her keen eyes.

In a seemingly ordinary corner, she discovered a hidden dog hole, which was a secret passage that the Japanese army had never noticed.

Tang Xiaoxiao calmly took out the sharp weapon she carried with her - an exquisite Luoyang shovel, and carefully widened the entrance of the hole with deft and cautious movements.