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

Chen Beixuan and his companions discovered that in another corner of the checkpoint, several men with obvious scars on their temples were tied up.

Lieutenant Akao then replied impatiently:

"I just suspect that they are scouts sent by the Celestial Empire."

After Chen Beixuan and his companions passed the checkpoint, they began to feel scared. Wang Jian, the strongest member of the team, even sighed in an admiring tone:

"I now understand why the instructor required us to wear canvas and lambskin gloves when using firearms, and why we had to scald our hands and shoulders with hot water every night, scrape the calluses on these parts with a knife, and then apply hand cream that only women use."

"I used to think the instructors were too controlling, wasted things, and thought we were too delicate. Now I know that we are ignorant!"

Chen Beixuan, who had just appeared calm but was actually sweating all over his back, calmed down now. When the cold wind blew, he shivered involuntarily and said in fear:

"If we hadn't entered the advanced class and met the instructor, we would have made preparations in advance."

If we had followed the students in the ordinary class who wore military caps and did drills every day, I'm afraid none of us would have been able to escape and would have been caught by the Japanese army by now."

"What's even scarier is that the code book will most likely be found!"

When several people thought about the terrible consequences, they were still frightened.

Ma Liang, who had been following the team quietly, also breathed a sigh of relief. He had just begun to prepare a surprise rescue plan.

Fortunately, there was no danger, but he did not dare to continue to let these rookies who had not completed the training continue to experience it.

As long as you don't go into the city and don't take the main roads, the danger is very low, which is very suitable for beginners to build up their courage.

But you never know when the Japanese army might get angry and come out for patrol or inspection.

The reason for this accident was that this team of "traitors" was of high quality and was able to handle it perfectly.

The rest are pure rookies, junior agents who have never carried out a mission.

If he was unlucky enough to encounter a Japanese patrol inspection, Ma Liang could not guarantee that his treasures would not be exposed and become food for the Japanese army.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Chen Beixuan and his companions, who had been pushing heavy objects all day, checked into the small inn and fell asleep early because they were too tired.

The electronic cigarette had only been used twice, and it came in handy again this time. With almost no resistance, Ma Liang captured Chen Beixuan and six others alive, tied them up, gagged them, put them in a black bag, and threw them into the truck compartment covered with quilts.

After finishing the work, Ma Liang took out his tablet, turned on the tracker, and followed the direction of the other team's transportation.

"Drip!"

Less than two hours after driving, Ma Liang's tablet started to ring. It turned out that it received a radio signal from a micro tracker that Ma Liang had placed on the spine of the code book in advance.

In the absence of satellites, this miniature tracker, which relies solely on built-in radio transmission signals, has limited power and can only receive signals within a few dozen kilometers.

Fortunately, Ma Liang did not provide horses or vehicles for all the teams. Relying solely on foot, they could only cover a maximum of 60 kilometers in two days.

Ma Liang was so cunning that he assigned three adjacent destinations to all nine teams. Each team received orders individually, and one team set out every four hours.

In other words, there are a total of nine teams, all distributed in an area of about 100 kilometers. Each team's code book has a built-in tracker. As long as Ma Liang moves forward or backward a certain distance, he can easily track all the teams.

For the whole night, Ma Liang collected them one by one from front to back, and it took him two trips to capture all the students in the advanced class alive.

"squeak!"

After a sudden brake sound, a familiar truck stopped at the gate of a county prison, and several people in Kuomintang uniforms immediately opened the prison door.

After the truck entered the prison, the scene suddenly changed. People passing by were wearing Japanese military uniforms, various Japanese vehicles were parked, and Japanese flags were hung everywhere.

As they had experienced this before, this time the people wearing Japanese military uniforms immediately came forward and hurriedly carried the unconscious person, who was wearing a hood and tied up like a dumpling, out of the car.

Then he was thrown into the dark ancient death cell that had been prepared long ago.

Ma Liang changed into a Japanese military uniform and said to several people wearing Japanese military uniforms beside him:

"I'll demonstrate it first. Everyone, be careful when you do it. It should have the effect of torture, but no permanent damage is allowed."

A few people looked at Ma Liang as if he was catching pigs, and sent people here in carts.

Even if they caught more than fifty pigs, it wouldn't be that fast, right?

No one dared to refute Ma Liang's words. They just kept nodding like quails.

Ma Liang borrowed these soldiers from the Military Control Commission and the Ninth War Zone Command. They could speak Japanese and had undergone strict background checks.

"Oh!"

A basin of cold water was poured on Liu Gongsheng's face.

"Well!"

"I feel so dizzy!"

"Where am I?"

Feeling the sharp pain in his hand, Liu Gongfeng slowly opened his eyes and looked around.

But when he saw clearly where he was now, his expression changed immediately.

I was actually being hung up. Not far away was a burning charcoal fire with a red-hot iron stuck in it. Various torture instruments stained with blood were placed against the wall.

In the dim room, an electric light was shaking constantly, the wet ground was covered with all kinds of blood stains, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

There was a Japanese flag hanging on the wall. Three Japanese soldiers in shit-yellow uniforms were writing something in a notebook with pens. Several thugs in shirts were beating another prisoner with whips.

"Say or not?"

"Ah!~"

A loud scream attracted Liu Gongfeng's attention. It turned out that a tall Japanese thug was hitting a man covered in blood with a red-hot iron on his chest.

The smell of burning meat immediately spread throughout the small cell.

"Report to the lieutenant, the prisoner has fainted!" a Japanese thug reported in pure Japanese.

"Leave him alone for now, let's greet our new friends first!"

An officer with a moustache and glasses sitting in the middle also answered in pure Japanese.

In the dim light, Liu Gongsheng couldn't see his face clearly, but he felt that his voice was as cold as a snake.

"My friend from the Military Control Commission, would you mind telling us where you are sending this code book? And tell the Locust Army the location and the code for the meeting?"

The Japanese officer sitting behind the table took out a small notebook full of words from a special wallet compartment, placed it on the table along with Liu Gongfeng's PPK pistol, and kindly asked Liu Gongfeng for his opinion.

"Humph!"

The Japanese officer was answered by Liu Gongfeng's cold snort. When Liu Gongfeng saw that the code book was found by the Japanese army, he had only one thought in his mind:

"Damn it! It's over!"