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

At 3 o'clock in the afternoon, Tu Feiyuan, who was dressed in casual clothes, immediately packed up his things and came out of the secret office of Tu Feiyuan's agency, a factory run by a Chinese.

The factories adjacent to this factory are no different: there is production noise, freight vehicles coming and going, and no shortage of employees at work.

But once inside the factory walls, they were within the crossfire of two well-hidden machine guns operating in 24-hour shifts.

Four half-fed, ferocious wolfhounds were unchained after dark and allowed to run wild in the yard.

As Doiyuan and his secretary walked along, the armed agents on duty at various transportation hubs would nod in greeting.

It is worth noting that these armed agents are equipped with Thompson submachine guns worth US$225 each, instead of the previous small pistols.

With the frequent attacks of the five Yaksha squads, no matter how stupid Xiao Rizi was, he realized that he could not deal with the Yaksha squads equipped with a large number of submachine guns with his previous pistols.

They had to grit their teeth and purchase a batch of Thompson submachine guns from the United States at a high price to equip their armed agents to fight against the attacks of the Yaksha squad that might appear at any time.

In the closed parking shed, the plainclothes armed agents of the Feiyuan Agency, who had been prepared long ago, immediately drove four identical Ford cars with tightly drawn curtains to wait for Feiyuan.

Tu Feiyuan was silent for a while in front of the car, then got into the fourth car and said to the driver casually:

"Go to safe spot number 3!"

The driver nodded to indicate that he had received the instruction. Four cars drove out of the factory one after another and soon merged into the traffic flow in Shanghai.

The secretary sitting in the passenger seat asked in confusion:

"General, why don't we set out at night? It will be safer under the cover of darkness!"

Tu Feiyuan smiled complacently and explained:

"You've read so much top-secret intelligence about the Yaksha operation, but haven't you discovered that Yaksha also likes to act at night? From the existing information, the first Yaksha that appeared was the most powerful. He seemed to have a special ability to see at night. Even the Yaksha team that appeared later liked to act at night. For us, night is not a cover, but more dangerous."

"Soga! You are worthy of being a general!" The secretary was impressed by the fat and shrewd man.

An eagle several hundred meters high was flapping its wings continuously. More than ten kilometers away, Ma Liang looked at the drone screen and saw four Ford cars of the same model which were a bit difficult to deal with.

It didn't take him much effort to monitor the radio content, lock the signal, and find the well-hidden secret office of the fat man's organization.

But now the problem is how to kill the fat guy.

The old fox Tu Feiyuan, relying on the entire Tu Feiyuan organization in his hands, has a large amount of manpower and material resources at his disposal.

He spends the whole day in a secret office under heavy security and never goes out.

Even when they had to go out, four identical, tightly sealed Ford cars would set out during the day, and he would sit in a random car.

Try to blend into Shanghai's traffic as much as possible and use the traffic in Shanghai to cover your whereabouts.

After finishing his work, he would immediately return to this heavily guarded secret office. He never spent the night outside and did not even go home. He was always under the protection of heavy troops and was extremely cowardly.

"You are indeed the famous fat guy!"

Such targeted response by Doiyuan made Ma Liang admire Doiyuan to a certain extent.

Although it is a bit difficult for Ma Liang to kill Feiyuan, it is not a problem for Ma Liang to kill Feiyuan with the modern agent equipment.

However, by killing Tu Feiyuan in such a difficult situation under heavy protection, he showed such exaggerated ability that the Yaksha team that Ma Liang had previously arranged to provide cover lost its cover function.

After thinking for more than ten minutes, in order to hide himself as much as possible, Ma Liang made a decision to abandon the punitive assassination method and instead use other modern covert assassination methods.

"This war criminal got a good deal!"

While Ma Liang was taking out various supplies from the space, he couldn't help but complain.

An hour later, Doiyuan arrived at a small building in the Japanese-occupied area and met four ordinary military police who had urgently arrived by plane from Beijing and Tianjin.

In a conference room, Feiyuan was carefully looking at the detailed interrogation record in his hand, and asking questions to four ordinary gendarmes.

"Are you sure you didn't hear any gunfire from the other side during the battle?" asked Feiyuan.

The leading sergeant of the military police had been asked this question more than a dozen times, and he immediately answered affirmatively:

"I really didn't hear anything. Although we were all very nervous at the time, we didn't hear any gunfire from the other side. There were only dense bullets coming at us. We didn't see any muzzle flashes, but only the sound of a grenade exploding. The other side began to retreat one minute after the battle began."

"It seems that a silencer was used!"

After being attacked by Yaksha many times, the Japanese army figured out the reason why no gunfire was heard every time Yaksha took action, and also imported a batch of silencers from Europe at a high price.

Then Fatty saw a confession: the battle commands shouted by the other side during the battle sounded like ghosts, and he could not understand a single word.

Later, I saw the analysis of professionals, which seemed to be English combat commands, but the four Japanese military police had low education levels and had never heard of English, so they were unable to recognize it.

Fatty thought about it and immediately called his secretary.

"Go find a few trustworthy people who studied in the UK and the US, preferably people who understand the British and American military."

The intelligence agency had great power. In less than 40 minutes, it found three soldiers who were familiar with English from the naval headquarters and the expeditionary force headquarters in Shanghai.

Tu Feiyuan immediately said to the four gendarmes:

"Repeat the commands you heard from each other. Imitate whatever you can remember."

"Mumu, Mumu, dog..."

"No!"

"The hair caused a bang..."

. . . . . . .

Several Japanese military police with low educational levels began their performance.

Do Feiyuan and the professionals he had invited listened together. After the conversation was over, Do Feiyuan said to the three people he had invited:

"According to their pronunciation, you shout it out in English according to your understanding, and then let them listen to it."

Then he turned to the four gendarmes and said:

"Listen carefully to what they shout next! If you hear anything similar to what you heard that night, report it immediately."

“Move!”

"Fire in the hole!"

“Fall back!”

Following the professionals' pronunciation, the four surviving Japanese military police immediately rushed to shout:

"That's it! That's it, that's what they're shouting!"