Spy Wars: I have space, but I choose to work alone

Colonel Johnson, head of the Far East Intelligence Group of the Office of Strategic Services, was urged by increasingly severe telegrams from headquarters.

The code words for the contact were sent in the agreed newspapers for half a month, but they were almost turning from code words into plain words.

There was still no news about the mysterious Jason Bourne, but Colonel Johnson had a huge boil at the corner of his mouth, and he grimaced in pain when he spoke.

Just as he was browsing the newspaper page that he had agreed on in advance, the phone number he had been thinking about day and night finally appeared in the newspaper.

"Finally showed up!"

At this moment, Colonel Johnson felt like crying. God knew how he had managed to survive during this period of time. His superiors were threatening him with sending internal auditors to bring him to a military court.

Without any hesitation, Colonel Johnson excitedly got up and drove. After making sure that no one was following him, he stopped at a roadside telephone booth and dialed that ordinary phone number.

"French Concession, Gran Bakery, 6pm!"

A strange voice sounded in the microphone and hung up the phone immediately after speaking.

At six o'clock in the evening, Colonel Johnson appeared at the door of Gran Bakery on time. Several strategic intelligence agents who had already disguised themselves as customers had already blended into the surrounding crowd.

Colonel Johnson was fed up with the pain of being unilaterally controlled by the other party. This time he decided to take the risk and find out the origin of this mysterious man named Jason Bourne, so as to have certain countermeasures.

But until 6:10, the tall man did not show up. Colonel Johnson looked at his watch anxiously while thinking:

"Did he discover my arrangement?"

But Johnson went over it again and again in his mind, but couldn't find any problem with his arrangement.

Those who carried out the mission were experienced agents who had received professional training. Some were white, some were yellow. Each of them stayed in Gran Bakery for a maximum of ten minutes, behaving like normal customers buying bread.

There is no way the other party would discover my arrangement!

“Ding Ding…”

The phone in Gran's Bakery rang. The clerk picked up the phone with a strange look on his face, but he put it down, walked to the door of the store, pointed at the phone on the table and said to Johnson:

"Sir, someone is calling you!"

"Calling me?"

Johnson was a little surprised, but he quickly reacted and answered the phone.

It was still that voice without any emotion:

"7 o'clock, in front of Fuyuan Department Store!"

He hung up immediately after saying that.

Johnson had just put down the phone and was about to leave when the clerk said timidly:

"Sir, that gentleman said that if I help you, you will give me one dollar!"

Johnson had no choice but to take out a dollar and hand it to the clerk before getting in his car and walking towards Fuyuan Department Store, with a look of being fooled on his face.

But after getting into the car, Johnson lowered his head to insert the key with an inexplicable smile on his face, and whispered into the well-disguised small microphones:

"At 7 o'clock, at the entrance of Fuyuan Department Store, one group will arrive first to set up control, the second group will follow my car in turns, and the third group will be on standby at any time!"

After arranging the tactics, Johnson smiled proudly.

"I knew you were a cunning guy! But no matter how cunning a fox is, it can't escape the hunter's gun!"

After Johnson started the car, a Ford parked a few hundred meters away also followed quietly.

As the richest country in the world at that time, Colonel Johnson mobilized twelve vehicles for tonight's operation, with three people in each vehicle, divided into three groups.

In order to facilitate communication, the wireless intercoms that are only equipped on precious fighter jets were cleverly disguised in the car, so that communication can basically be achieved at any time.

This is the foundation of the richest country in the world!

It can be said that as long as someone shows up tonight to meet with Johnson, Johnson will be able to grasp the specific whereabouts of his contact.

Unfortunately, no matter how sophisticated the arrangement was, it seemed a little ridiculous under the joint surveillance of drones and military radio stations. Ma Liang, who was on the top of a building not far away, also just smiled.

After this happened a few times, Johnson was about to lose his patience.

A Chevrolet with a familiar license plate stopped in front of Johnson who was waiting for the connection.

"Fuck! Who is the teacher of your tracking class? Who told you to follow so closely? Isn't this exposing yourself? Get out of here!"

Seeing his own car so close to him, Johnson wanted to greet his entire family. He had a premonition that the mysterious man named Jason Bourne was about to show up.

This is the intuition of an old intelligence agent who has been on the front line of life and death.

But the Chevrolet did not move. The manual window slowly lowered, and a face with sunglasses and a beard that he had longed for and dreamed about many times appeared.

"Mr. Johnson! Long time no see!"

Seeing the person he had been dreaming of appear before him in such a bizarre way, Colonel Johnson's first feeling was not joy, but deep fear.

Under great fear, his hands lost control and he instinctively reached for the pistol at his waist.

"Don't be impulsive! If you don't mind, may I have the honor of inviting Colonel Johnson for a ride?"

When Ma Liang said this, his tone was inviting, but the attitude of the man with an M1935 equipped with a silencer half sticking out from under his armpit was very tough.

After all, Johnson was a veteran who had seen life and death, so he quickly calmed down. He opened the passenger door handle seemingly casually, but his eyes were looking around, trying to let the other people he had arranged to see his whereabouts.

"Stop looking, they should go home and sleep!"

Ma Liang urged.

After confirming that the other party used a wireless walkie-talkie, Ma Liang's job became much simpler. He directly cleared out all the American agents within a radius of several hundred meters according to the radio signal.

Seeing that Ma Liang had pointed out the problem, Colonel Johnson did not waste any more time and sat down directly.

"What have you done with my people?"

Colonel Johnson didn't believe that Ma Liang could single-handedly take out all his men. These people were elite agents. He believed that there was another powerful intelligence organization behind Ma Liang.

Ma Liang was a little surprised that the first question asked by this greedy Colonel Johnson after getting in the car was not about intelligence, but about his concern for his subordinates, which was quite humane.

"Don't worry, everything is fine, I'll just take a nap! There's no danger to my life!"

Ma Liang then explained.

After confirming that his men were fine, Johnson breathed a sigh of relief and directly put forward his trade request.

"We are willing to pay 20 million US dollars to purchase the Ministry of Foreign Affairs communication codes for Xiao Ri. You can propose any transaction method you want."

Ma Liang looked at Colonel Johnson with some curiosity. He was not surprised by the sky-high price offered by the other party. At that time, the Japanese army was invincible on the domestic battlefield and looked like it would swallow up the entire Celestial Empire at any time.

In fact, the American government and military departments have already been alert, so it is not surprising that they are willing to offer such a sky-high price at this time.

"Yes, but the transaction method may be a little different this time."

Ma Liang did not pretend and directly stated that he did have the latest communication code of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.