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

This loud noise, in the countryside of the Republic of China where there was no noise pollution, was almost like a double-kick.

“Oops…”

Before the people from the red and blue teams could even say how terrible the situation was in their hearts, the sound of gongs all around them began to blare violently.

"Bang!"

"Catch the thief!"

"Someone come! In the main hall! Surround them quickly!"

Listening to the dense footsteps coming from all directions, the constantly lighting torches, and the excited noise that sounded like New Year's Day, the people on both the red and blue teams were dumbfounded.

"Fight! Charge out!" Liu Gongfeng gritted his teeth and gave the order. He was confident that these ordinary people could not stop them even with bare hands.

"No!" Chen Beixuan quickly stopped him and explained.

"This is training, not actual combat. These are our civilians. Can we take action against our own civilians?"

When everyone heard this, the momentum that had just been mustered up instantly weakened.

Everyone looked at their captain. Liu Gongfeng sighed and said:

“I hope they don’t hit me in the face!”

Before he finished speaking, a large number of Fan family members holding thin rattan sticks appeared in the hall.

"Hit me!"

No one knew who gave the order, but thin rattan sticks rained down on them. The red and blue teams, who were in the wrong, could only hold their heads to protect their "handsome faces"!

However, both teams still had some sympathy for the ladies, and they both protected their own female members in the middle.

After fighting for nearly five minutes, an old but unusually excited voice sounded.

"Clang clang... Hey! Who dares to cause trouble in my Fan family?"

Old Master Fan held the ancestral sword, imitated the generals on the stage, walked with a figure-eight step, and imitated the singing style, and entered the central hall amid the cheers of many members of the Fan family.

"Very spirited, old man!"

"it is good!"

······

Old Master Fan looked at the students in the advanced class who were surrounded by his servants in the main hall, and his heart, which had been depressed for a long time, finally became happy.

Ever since his son, who was a regiment commander in the National Army, suddenly came back and took away all the firearms used for guarding the house in the name of maintenance, evil things have been happening in the house.

He always loses some worthless things for no apparent reason, such as a rice jar, a bathtub, and an old man's walking stick.

The reason was still not found, but the strange thing was that the next day, several soldiers claimed that they had "picked up" the lost items of the Fan family outside and brought them to their door.

Old Master Fan had no way of expressing his pain, and he had to say thank you to others against his will!

After this happened several times in a row, even a dumb old man like Mr. Fan would know what was going on.

It must have been done by that strange group of Military Control Commission members who pretended to be beggars, farmers and peddlers in the town every day. As a local tycoon, he knew the details of that group of people in the county middle school.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Seeing that he had regained his face, Old Master Fan happily stroked his beard and said "good" three times in a row, and immediately cashed in his reward:

"The butler, go to the accounting office and get some silver dollars, one for each person! Also, ask the kitchen to kill a pig. We will celebrate by having a pig-killing dinner tonight. There will be plenty of meat tonight."

The head of the guards, the former bandit leader, Li the Golden Spear, pointed at the members of the Red and Blue teams who had their heads buried in the ground, too ashamed to raise their heads, and asked:

"Master, what should we do with these people?"

Old Master Fan chuckled and said:

"Tie them all up and throw them into the woodshed! Keep a close watch on them! Tomorrow morning we will send them back with drums and gongs!"

The Fan family compound was bustling all night long.

Grandpa Fan, who was slightly drunk, held his little grandson in his arms and used a brush to paint on the faces of all the members of the red and blue teams.

"Come here, dear grandson! Grandpa will teach you how to draw a turtle!"

"Draw a turtle, draw a turtle!" Seven or eight children shouted excitedly.

········

A sentry on duty in Team 3 of Ma Liang's side saw that Team 1 and Team 2 had not returned yet, so he couldn't help but run to the door of Ma Liang's warehouse to report:

"Instructor, the people from Team One and Team Two haven't come back yet. Did something happen? Do you want us to go look for them?"

Ma Liang, who was lying on the bed, didn't even turn his head and said perfunctorily:

"We can talk about it in the morning! It's time to go to bed now!"

Early the next morning, the whole town was awakened by the enthusiastic sound of music. Everyone crowded on the side of the road, watching the old man of the Fan family sitting on a horse, walking proudly in front.

Two tall servants were walking behind him carrying a throne.

The steward shouted in the team:

"My Fan family found 12 lost people at home last night, everyone come and see!"

The 12 men and women behind him were tied together, with their heads down and not daring to look up.

Several children pointed at the turtles painted all over Liu Gongfeng's faces and laughed:

"Look, there are so many turtles!"

A few chattering middle-aged women pointed at Lin Xiuyun and another female team member and said:

"Look! There are women! How embarrassing!"

These words made Liu Gongfeng and the others so embarrassed that they almost put their faces into their crotches. Liu Gongfeng muttered to himself:

"I've never been so embarrassed in all my life! It's so damn embarrassing!"

Chen Beixuan, who was walking behind him, cursed in a low voice:

"Let's worry about what the instructor will do to us first! Also, isn't it embarrassing enough? Walk faster!"

Just as Liu Gongfeng took a few anxious steps, the servant holding a stick beside him immediately shouted:

"Why are you walking so fast? Follow the master!"

Liu Gongfeng glared hatefully at the servant who was taking advantage of the power of others, but looking at the stick in the other's hand, he could only continue to follow behind Old Master Fan's horse with his head down, stopping every step.

It was only less than three miles, but the Fan family's team walked for 3 minutes and were exhausted.

Soon, the team beating gongs and drums arrived at the gate of the special training class. Old Master Fan asked someone to put down the red sandalwood armchair that the red and blue teams wanted to "borrow". He straightened his robe and sat on it proudly. While stroking the handle of the armchair with enjoyment, he said to Ma Liang:

"Sir, I accidentally found these people at Fan's house. Can you see if they are from your place?"

Ma Liang gritted his teeth and smiled:

"It's ours. We lost twelve mentally challenged fools last night. Thanks to Old Master Fan for helping to find them."

"It's just a small favor! No need to thank me, I just hope you can take care of your mentally handicapped subordinates! Stop running around!"

Old Master Fan touched his rosewood chair with pride, and sighed as if he was talking to someone:

"This rosewood chair is so comfortable! Carry it back to me, sir! Otherwise some people will get jealous!"

After that, they carried the chair back with the beating of gongs and drums, leaving behind only 12 members of the red and blue teams who dared not even breathe.

"Great! If you can't even satisfy my little hobby, it seems you still need some practice!"

"Target, tactical training ground, fully equipped, carry 20 kilograms! Gather in five minutes! No one is allowed to wash their face!"

Ma Liang's sinister voice rang in everyone's ears.