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

"Three of you, the Japanese may come at any time, so get in the car quickly! Move to a safe place first!" Ma Liang advised earnestly.

"Comrade Special Envoy, you are from the Central Committee. You don't know how difficult it is for us troops who stay in the south to fight guerrilla warfare. You must take these weapons away no matter what!"

Wang Xingyun bent over and struggled to unpack the ammunition box on the Japanese corpse, while he explained to Xiao Li beside him:

"I remember the enemy has an ammunition box on his back, don't forget it!"

As for Xiao Zhang, he borrowed a flashlight from Ma Liang and limped towards the commanding heights where the Japanese machine gun group was located.

He looked like he was going to carry the machine gun back even if he lost his life today.

Ma Liang shook his head when he saw this. Having used modern weapons before, he looked down on the Japanese army's ordinary individual equipment.

Although he had space for storage, most of the 10,000 cubic meters was occupied by various agent equipment and supplies, leaving not much space.

Ma Liang had no use for things like Japanese individual equipment, and he had no interest in picking up equipment in the middle of the night, risking the Japanese reinforcements at any time.

But the Japanese equipment that Ma Liang looked down upon was considered the best equipment by Wang Xingyun and his companions. You have to know that at this time, the troops who could have a gun in every hand were all top elite troops.

The "one gun for each person" mentioned here also includes the outdated weapons of the previous dynasty, the old sleeve with an effective shooting range of only 200 meters, made in Hanyang.

How could one resist facing the brand new Type 600 rifle with an effective shooting range of meters?

Seeing that several injured players had come on the field, Ma Liang, the only lively person in the whole audience, naturally felt embarrassed to continue staying there and watching the show, so he also picked up his weapon.

"Commander, come quickly! We have pistols! Flower-mouthed pistols!"

Xiao Li found several pistols on the group of spies, and raised a flower-mouthed resuscitation rifle and shouted excitedly to Wang Xingyun.

Wang Xingyun was surprised. He ran over and took the flower-mouthed gun handed over by Xiao Li. He wiped it with the corner of his clothes without paying attention to the blood still on it, muttering:

"Finally I got a pistol that I can carry on my body!"

In this age when all tasks depend on fighting, weapons and equipment are supplied to the troops first.

Even if a few pistols were squeezed out for underground workers such as Wang Xingyun, they were large-sized Mauser pistols.

With the size and weight of a Mauser pistol, it is almost impossible to be portable. Even the holster is made of wood, not leather.

Even for a pistol that is not suitable for agents to use, Wang Xingyun was only given three pistols among the seven people.

Only the most powerful fighters can get these three Mauser pistols, and the rest are left empty-handed.

Even if you want to save the last bullet for yourself, you can't do it!

Otherwise, four of the remaining veteran party members who had been tested over the years would not have been captured so easily.

Real underground workers are not like those in movies and TV dramas, where everyone can pull out a pistol to fight at any time.

Ma Liang remembered that he had watched a realistic spy drama in which an underground worker of our party wanted to plan an assassination operation, but he had to wait for other brother departments to deliver public pistols before he could carry it out.

Ma Liang felt a little sad when watching this scene!

After a delay of ten minutes, Ma Liang finally got the three people into a Ford car.

When Ma Liang closed the car door for them, he walked around the rear of the car and put another Ford car into the space.

The means of transportation in this era was what he lacked most, especially cars.

The two Ford cars of the spies were in about 80% new condition. At that time, Ford was the most popular car in the country, similar to Volkswagen in later generations.

It is inconspicuous and not easily targeted, making it a very suitable means of transportation for agents like Ma Liang.

After Ma Liang got on the bus, Xiao Li in the back seat still complained:

"There's still enough room in the car. We shouldn't have listened to the special commissioner. We should have taken off the enemy's boots and taken them away!"

Wang Xingyun and Xiao Zhang also showed the same expression.

Ma Liang was so frightened that he stepped on the accelerator hard and took off.

For fear that several people would actually get off the car to take off the Japanese army boots, they were delayed for nearly half an hour in picking up the equipment.

Adding the time wasted on healing, it’s almost an hour in total. If I take off my boots later, the Japanese might come.

At that time, Ma Liang would be dragging three wounded soldiers alone to fight against a large Japanese force that had the combat effectiveness of Murata's squad and heavy firepower.

No matter how strong Ma Liang is, he is probably just an old man drinking arsenic - seeking death.

Wang Xingyun in the back row was the leader after all, so he had a longer-term vision. While scolding Xiao Li, he was testing Ma Liang.

"What time is it now? Are you still thinking about those trivial things? Are you going to die?"

"The special envoys have gone to great lengths to save us and have already taken a great risk. Other special envoys have their own tasks to perform."

"By the way, Comrade Special Envoy, where are the other comrades traveling with you?"

Ma Liang thought to himself:

"Here he comes! He is an old underground party member after all, and he is still testing me at this time!"

"Oh! The mission is urgent. I asked them to go first. I will chase them after I settle you."

Although Ma Liang is an action agent, he is also an excellent student in camouflage. In addition, he is often away from home, so what Ma Liang said seemed as if there were really other people involved.

Seeing that Ma Liang answered fluently and flawlessly, Wang Xingyun believed him 50% in his heart, but he still continued to test him.

After all, a traitor like Chen Ziyi had just appeared, and these 20 tons of tungsten ore were almost a year's output of the base, so there was no room for any more risks.

"Oh, does the special envoy have other tasks? I won't ask about them. I still have a sense of confidentiality."

"I just want to ask the special commissioner, is Director Zhang, the former director of the Third Bureau of the Central Foreign Intelligence Bureau of the Soviet Area, still in good health? I am also an old subordinate of Director Zhang. I haven't seen him for many years. I miss him very much."

Ma Liang said calmly:

"Testing me? There are few people who know my mother's family's history better than me these days!"

Ma Liang pretended to be puzzled and asked:

"The Soviet area's Foreign Intelligence Bureau was not the Third Bureau, and the director's last name was not Zhang. You..."

As he spoke, Ma Liang slammed on the brakes and turned the muzzle of the 20-round revolver in his hand towards Wang Xingyun and the other two in the back row. His finger was on the trigger, as if he was ready to fire at any time.

"Who the hell are you?"

Seeing Ma Liang’s intense reaction, Wang Xingyun didn’t dare to continue testing him.

When collecting weapons before, Wang Xingyue saw that all the Japanese soldiers had been shot in the head, and they were cold-blooded and determined not to leave any alive.

He knew very well that if he said something wrong now, Ma Liang would open fire without hesitation.

"It's the Second Bureau. The director's surname is Zeng."

Without daring to say a word, Wang Xingyun directly pointed out the correct answer.

Ma Liang then coldly put down the revolver in his hand and said:

"Don't try it again, it could kill you!"

Only then did they continue driving, and Wang Xingyun and the other two finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At that moment, looking into Ma Liang's eyes that were devoid of any emotion, they had no doubt that Ma Liang would open fire.

The younger Xiao Li even pointed at the Moxing Nagan that Ma Liang had placed in the passenger seat, and whispered in Xiao Zhang's ear with an admiring tone:

"Comrade Special Envoy can drive and has such good marksmanship, he must be an elite of the Special Operations Team!"