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

"What's wrong with me?"

Ma Liang opened his eyes in pain, and the secret transfer station hidden under the underground parking lot kept flashing in his mind.

What's strange is that there was originally a secret transit station where more than a dozen agents were busy.

Now there is no one to be seen, only a huge space filled with various agent supplies, which seems a bit weird.

Ma Liang endured the severe dizziness in his head and sat up with difficulty.

This feeling reminded him of the time when he was on a mission in London and was ambushed and hit by a flash stun grenade.

It was pitch black around him and he couldn't see anything clearly. Ma Liang endured the severe dizziness and checked his equipment as soon as possible.

After searching around for a long time, I finally found the flashlight I carried with me, which also served as a tactical light for my pistol.

"Huh? What is this place? How did I get here?"

Under the light of the beam, Ma Liang was surprised to find that he had come to a jungle, and the air was mixed with a slightly unfamiliar smell of earth.

Before he could continue to observe the surrounding environment and determine what was going on.

"Hmph!"

An extremely angry beast howl came from not far away, and a huge unidentified creature as thick as a wall and with the peculiar fishy smell of wild animals pounced towards Ma Liang.

"Bang, bang, bang"

Without any hesitation, Ma Liang decisively took out his pistol and fired three shots at the attacking unknown creature.

"Snapped!"

Unfortunately, the severe dizziness prevented Ma Liang, who used to be a perfect shooter, from shooting accurately. He just made sure to hit the opponent.

I don’t know whether it was because Ma Liang’s three shots instinctively missed the target, or because the attacking creature was too strong.

After being hit by three Russian-made 9mm armor-piercing bullets, he knocked Ma Liang over as if nothing had happened, and the gun in his hand fell out of his hand.

But there was no time to think about this problem, as the unknown creature pounced on him again.

According to the agent's code of conduct, we should retreat at this time.

But Ma Liang knew very well that in his current state, he could not outrun such a large wild animal, and that if he ran away he would die.

Driven by a strong will to survive, Ma Liang almost instinctively took out the Butterfly Tactical Multi-Function Folding Knife from his waist and ejected the blade.

Enduring the severe dizziness and with almost no vision, he rushed forward with red eyes.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

It was the sound of a knife piercing flesh.

"Ow!"

"Ow!"

It was the roar of a wild beast under attack.

The hunter Zhao Laoba, who was sitting on a nearby tree, took advantage of the brief moment when the moon came out from under the dark clouds and saw a scene that he would never forget in his life.

A man actually pinned a wild boar king weighing 500 kilograms to the ground, and kept attacking the wild boar king's head and neck with a knife and fists.

His body was covered in blood, and in the dim moonlight, he looked like the real devil Tai Sui who had been born.

"Isn't this the story about Wu Song fighting the tiger that the storyteller told?"

I don’t know why, but this is what Zhao Laoba was thinking at this moment.

Soon the howling of the wild boar gradually disappeared. Zhao Laoba waited for another incense stick of time before he came down from the tree tremblingly.

Holding his homemade hunting rifle, he approached cautiously to the battlefield between one man and one pig.

It happened that Zhao Laoba saw the tactical flashlight left on the ground and still on, so he held up the flashlight and carefully looked forward.

The first thing that caught my eye was the corpse of a huge wild boar, and I looked at the thick layer of "armor" formed by mud and pine tar on the wild boar's body.

Zhao Laoba couldn't help but feel scared and regretted that he shouldn't have spent the night on the tree. He became greedy and took the initiative to attack the passing wild boar.

If it weren't for that person who suddenly appeared, it would be hard to say whether I could return home alive with my hunting rifle which can only shoot rabbits and pheasants.

Thinking of this, Zhao Laoba remembered Ma Liang, his savior. He took out the tactical light and shone it on Ma Liang, who had fallen into a coma due to overexertion and dizziness.

Almost at the moment when the tactical light shone into Ma Liang's eyes, the unconscious Ma Liang woke up like a tiger, and the tactical folding knife that he had been holding in his hand appeared at Zhao Laoba's throat.

Just when Ma Liang was about to wipe it off, Zhao Laoba, who was born a hunter, finally shouted:

"Hero, spare your life!"

"Chinese people?"

Hearing the familiar accent, Ma Liang, who was reacting instinctively to the stress, finally let go of the knife in his hand and fell to the ground.

Several days later, Ma Liang looked at the Coca-Cola in his hand and reluctantly accepted the fact that he had traveled through time.

At first, Ma Liang really didn't believe it. He was a senior and experienced agent who had many enemies and was promoted to lieutenant colonel when he was less than 30 years old.

The first thing that came to his mind when he woke up was that this was a "trap" scenario set up by hostile forces against him.

So at the beginning Ma Liang was observing carefully and did not reveal any information about his identity. He was pretending to have amnesia.

Until today, when I looked at the intelligence station that always appeared in my mind, there was a bottle of Coke that someone had placed on the table.

After eating a diet low in salt and sugar for a few days, he thought to himself that it would be great if he could drink that bottle of Coke.

As soon as this thought came to mind, Coke miraculously appeared in Ma Liang's hand the next second.

Ma Liang, who was skeptical, experimented several times and finally had to admit that he seemed to have a portable space of more than 2000 square meters and about 5 meters high.

However, this portable space can only hold inanimate objects, not living creatures. Ma Liang tried to put the guard dog beside him in, but he couldn't get it in.

Another thing is that there seems to be no concept of time. Things remain the same when they are put in and when they are taken out. For example, when Ma Liang took out an apple that someone had taken a bite of, there was still no sign of oxidation.

The emergence of such an extraordinary thing as a portable space, coupled with his physical fitness which is three times better than before, he can kill a 500-pound wild boar in hand-to-hand combat.

Even the well-informed Ma Liang had to admit that what Zhao Laoba had said before, that this year was the 27th year of the Republic of China, was a fact that he had traveled through time.

Just as Ma Liang was digesting this incredible reality, a bright mountain girl came out of the thatched cottage behind him and whispered to Ma Liang:

"Brother Wu Song, I'm going to the river to wash clothes. Do you have anything to wash?"

Since Ma Liang had been pretending to have amnesia and had not revealed his name, and the villagers had heard too much from Lao Ba about Ma Liang's hand-to-hand combat with a 500-jin wild boar, they all called Ma Liang "Wu Song", the pig-beating master.

This time Ma Liang came out of his daze and said to the diligent girl named Xiu'er with a smile:

"Xiu'er, my name is not Wu Song. Now I remember, my name is Ma Liang."

Xiu'er looked at Ma Liang in surprise. She was happy that Ma Liang remembered who he was, but at the same time, she felt a little girl's sadness in her heart.

I remembered what the gossipy women in the village said:

"Xiu'er, this is Wu Song, the one your father rescued."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, that skin is whiter and more tender than the skin of us women. It's obvious that he is a rich man in the city."

"You have to make it a done deal while he can't remember who he is. Otherwise, when he remembers who he is, why would he want a country girl like you?"

Ma Liang looked at Xiu'er with surprise at first, then sadness, and finally he said nothing, crying as he carried the wash basin to the stream to wash clothes.

"Ugh!"

As smart as Ma Liang was, he knew what the girl was thinking, but he could only sigh silently in his heart.

"Ugh!"

After watching the entire scene, Zhao Laoba sighed, put away his pipe and went into the house.

"The bandits from Black Wind Mountain are coming!"

"The bandits are coming!"

Soon the men in the village began to shout, and the young wives and girls began to hide everywhere.

"Oh no! Xiu'er!"

Zhao Laoba and Ma Liang almost immediately thought of Xiu'er who went to the creek at the village entrance to wash clothes.