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

Thinking of this, Ma Liang turned his mind and instantly came up with an idea. Ma Liang shouted to Chen Ziyi:

"Comrade, we are a team sent by the Central Committee to Shanghai to carry out a special mission. You can call me a special envoy. I just happened to hear the slogans and caught up with you."

Ma Liang immediately fabricated an identity for himself as a special envoy sent to Shanghai by the Central Government.

Chen Ziyi had no doubts, because during this dark period, the Communist Party was the enemy of the whole world.

Even the Kuomintang, which had barely managed to form a united front, had stopped taking the initiative to fight the Communist Party on the surface, and it was good enough that they did not add insult to injury.

Basically, the only people willing to spend effort to save the Communist Party are the Communist Party’s own people, and there will be no other party.

When Chen Ziyi heard that Ma Liang was a special envoy of the Central Committee, he was immediately overjoyed. Anyway, Yoshida and others had been beaten to death, and no one knew that he had become a traitor.

He immediately put on an expression of a loyal soldier who was unfortunately captured by the Japanese army and was about to be shot, and cried to Ma Liang:

"Comrade, you came at the perfect time. Unfortunately, Wang Xingyun and several other comrades were brutally killed by the devils. I am the only one left."

At this time, Chen Ziyi still had scars from torture on his body. He did not surrender right away, but surrendered only because he could not endure the torture any longer.

Just now in the darkness, Chen Ziyi decisively tore off all the gauze bandaged on his body. At this moment, the blood flowing from the wound made his clothes bloody.

Coupled with Chen Ziyi's current "true feelings" performance, he looks like a loyal and unyielding old party member.

"Chen Ziyi, you traitor, you didn't expect me to be alive? Do you still want to continue deceiving the special envoy?"

"Comrade Special Envoy, don't trust him. It was this traitor who betrayed us! Most of the comrades on this line were arrested."

Wang Xingyun, who was hiding in the darkness, could no longer bear it and immediately stood up and spoke out to remind the special envoy from the Central Committee.

Chen Ziyi was also panicked at this time, and cursed Murata and his gang in his heart for being unprofessional for not executing Wang Xingyun immediately.

Chen Ziyi, who originally wanted to take advantage of the death of Wang Xingyun and the others to sneak into the more confidential central special task force, knew that with Wang Xingyun around, his words would not stand up to scrutiny.

"Comrade Special Envoy, don't believe him. He is the traitor!"

While Chen Ziyi was talking, he was getting closer to Ma Liang. When he was only three meters away from Ma Liang, he reached out for Yoshida's pistol that had been hidden behind him.

"Be careful of the special commissioner, he has a gun!"

In the dark, Wang Xingyun was about to remind Chen Ziyi that he had a gun, but Chen Ziyi suddenly turned from a loyal old party member into a dog traitor, with a look of madness on his face.

"Go to hell!"

"boom!"

After a crisp gunshot, a staggering figure ran into the range of the car lights, and a black shadow fell to the ground like a sack.

The muzzle of Ma Liang's gun was still smoking slightly, and Chen Ziyi confirmed his identity with his actions.

When all the enemies are dead and only your comrades are at the scene.

Even if he was a high-ranking undercover agent, he should have confessed at this time, but he still shot at "his own people". It can only be said that he deserved to die.

"Comrade Special Envoy, are you alright?"

Wang Xingyun stumbled to Ma Liang's side, covered in blood, and was tied up and rolled on the gravel for a long time.

His whole body was covered in blood at this time, but he was still concerned about Ma Liang first.

"After all, he is an old party member! His consciousness is high!"

Even Ma Liang couldn't help but give Wang Xingyun a thumbs up in his heart for his behavior.

"I'm fine. I've already shot the traitor dead."

Wang Xingyun then saw Chen Ziyi, who was on the ground with a bullet in his forehead and a ferocious face. He spat blood and spit on Chen Ziyi and cursed:

"He's a traitor, let's just shoot him to death, that's a good deal for him!"

Ma Liang also nodded in agreement.

Intelligence organizations of various countries may not necessarily kill their enemies, especially in peacetime.

But without exception, traitors will be treated mercilessly and will be killed.

Generally speaking, if country A goes to country B to kill a traitor, as long as there are no civilian casualties, country B will not pursue the matter excessively, and vice versa.

Killing traitors, this kind of action of clearing the house will not trigger a large-scale confrontation between the two sides.

This is a tacit consensus reached in the intelligence community, which shows how much countries hate traitors.

Even our party, which uses relatively mild methods, will never tolerate traitors and will always take a tough stance of killing them.

Ma Liang swiftly took out a good dagger that he had picked out from among the bandits and cut the hemp rope on Wang Xingyun's body, while reminding him:

"Are there any other comrades? We must retreat first. We cannot stay here for long. The enemy may come looking for us at any time if they find out that our men are missing."

Wang Xingyun then remembered his other two surviving comrades and shouted hurriedly:

"Xiao Zhang, Xiao Li, where are you? Are you still alive?"

After a moment, two faint voices sounded.

"Chief, I'm here!"

"exist!"

Ma Liang took out a large old-fashioned copper flashlight that was as big as a water cup, pretended to run towards the hiding place of the two people, and helped them to the front of the car.

These two comrades held relatively low positions, so the Japanese soldiers were quite cruel in their interrogation. Wang Xingyun, who was being tortured at the same time, was even able to stand up.

But after rolling around, Xiao Zhang and Xiao Li were hungry and injured and basically lost their ability to move.

Without saying a word, Ma Liang took out several first aid kits and high-calorie foods such as candies and chocolates from the bodies of the dead Japanese soldiers.

While bandaging the three people, he also asked them to eat some high-calorie food.

Fortunately, it was the Japanese army in 38, and it had not yet fallen into the late stage of a protracted war with exhausted resources.

At this time, the Japanese soldiers' supplies were luxurious. The basic daily food ration for a single soldier was:

660 grams of polished rice, 210 grams of polished wheat, 210 grams of fresh meat, 600 grams of vegetables, 60 grams of pickles, 0.08 liters of soy sauce, 75 grams of miso, 5 grams of salt, 20 grams of sugar, 3 grams of tea, 0.4 liters of sake or 120 grams of sweets (sweets include toffee, officer chocolate, etc., but shochu was later cancelled), 20 cigarettes.

Especially in the first 38 years of the war, this luxurious standard was fully implemented.

If it were after 42 years, Ma Liang would be considered lucky if he could get his hands on a can of beef blood starch.

At this time, the standards for military police like Murata who were selected from field troops were even higher.

The food that they couldn’t finish eating was carried with them, which was a good deal for Wang Xingyun and the other two.

While Ma Liang was treating their wounds, they were chewing happily. Xiao Chen even said with satisfaction:

“It would be nice if I could eat these things every day!”

Fifteen minutes later, Ma Liang bandaged the wounds of the three old seniors. The three seniors also ate and drank well and recovered some of their strength, but then something unexpected happened again.