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

For a moment, all the Japanese and puppet traitors in Shanghai were trembling with fear!

Who wouldn’t be afraid of this?

In the past, whether it was the Yaksha or the Yaksha team, they could only sneak around and launch surprise attacks when the enemy was unprepared. If there was any resistance, they would retreat immediately.

As long as we have good security, we can prevent it. It's just a matter of spending a little more money.

But now Yaksha’s way of playing is far wilder than when Yaksha first appeared in Shanghai, and his combat power is even more explosive.

Assassination? Only the weak will assassinate!

Now they are just killing him directly. Wu Shibao is a master himself and has 24 absolutely loyal elite killers under his command.

According to information from within the police station, from the time No. 24 Yaksha discovered Wu Shibao's kidnapping and murder, to the time he led his men to kill all elite bodyguards and then crippled Wu Shibao and his wife, he did not spend the night at all.

Among all the Japanese and puppet traitors in Shanghai, how many can be equipped with 24 bodyguards to protect themselves hours a day like Wu Shibao?

And now it seems that doing so is completely meaningless given Yaksha's powerful fighting power.

For Ma Liang, after the war between the United States and Japan broke out, Ma Liang no longer had so many concerns.

We must inflict the greatest possible deterrence on those Japanese and puppet traitors who are ready to make trouble because they have gained some great advantages on the battlefield.

Near noon that day, Yuan Zihao, who had lost all his sources of income in Shanghai and had put his house up for sale to rent, was sighing at the table which had only rice porridge and pickles.

Seeing her husband like this, Yuan Zihao's wife held the unsigned envelope that she had just picked up at the door in the morning as usual, and was reluctant to take it out.

Because she knew that the current Yuan Zihao was no longer the original editor who could use the name of Yaksha to seek justice for the poor people who had suffered injustice.

Forcing herself to show up again would only bring shame upon herself, and she could not bear to see her husband being insulted by those traitors again.

But Yuan Zihao still took the initiative to ask at this time out of habit:

"Awen, did you receive my letter this morning?"

Yuan Zihao's wife looked dazed and shook her head.

But as an old couple who have supported each other for decades, how could Yuan Zihao hide this trick of his wife?

"Give it to me! Although I have lost my reputation, at least I still have some face left. I will help those who can. Apart from me, no one else will stand up for those persecuted people at the bottom of society!"

Awen's eyes were sore. The upright man he fell in love with back then was still so genuine and kind.

As a wife, Awen cannot hold her husband back. Fortunately, the child had already been sent to live with distant relatives.

In the end, Awen handed the envelope in her arms to her husband Yuan Zihao.

Yuan Zihao took the envelope and found that it was not sealed and was quite thick. Judging from the feel, he felt that there should be photos inside.

Just when Yuan Zihao had just pulled out half of the photos and had not had time to look at them, the sound of a rumbling car engine was heard downstairs.

Dozens of sturdy men in black with unfriendly faces subconsciously stared at everyone who saw them with eyes like mad dogs.

"go home quickly!"

"Close the door!"

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It took almost an instant for someone to recognize that it was the license plate number 76. At noon, the alley, which was filled with the heaviest smell of fireworks, immediately became quiet.

There were still things cooking in the pots on many stoves, and the fires had not been turned off yet.

All the people closed their doors anxiously and hid behind them, waiting for unknown results.

"Calm down, everyone. Do you have any sense of public morality? What if you disturb the neighbors?" A middle-aged man who looked like a superior shouted in dissatisfaction. This man was a deputy director of No. 76.

Agent No. 76, who had been unconsciously exuding murderous intent, immediately forced a few self-righteous smiles from their fleshy faces.

This abnormal scene frightened the people who were hiding behind the door and observing carefully, so much so that they dared not show their heads anymore!

Having brought trouble upon themselves, the people at No. 76 lowered their heads and smoked to hide their embarrassment.

Fortunately, the people from No. 76 did not intend to block the streets and search for people, but just walked towards Editor-in-Chief Yuan’s house.

The neighbors who saw this scene through the crack in the door breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt sad for the former editor-in-chief. This mad dog No. 76 finally came to catch the former editor-in-chief.

It’s hard to be a good person these days!

This is the common feeling of everyone who saw this scene.

Yuan Zihao and his wife upstairs also heard the noise and saw from the window that a large number of agents from No. 76 were gathered downstairs.

"This day has finally come. You keep insisting that you knew nothing about it. I did it all by myself. After I go to jail, don't worry about me. According to what we agreed before, as soon as you have the chance, you will take all the money in your family and leave Shanghai, and come back after you win."

Hearing the footsteps in the corridor, Yuan Zihao, who was mentally prepared, quickly told his wife.

Yuan Zihao's wife tried her best to control herself and not to cry and embarrass her husband. She just gritted her teeth and nodded.

After explaining everything, Yuan Zihao took the initiative to open the door, tidied his clothes, and sat upright on a chair waiting for the people from No. 76 to come and arrest him.

Tang Hui, the deputy director of the team No. 76, saw Yuan Zihao's "confident" attitude, and his momentum was already a little lower. He smiled and said:

"Editor-in-Chief Yuan, it's my fault for not keeping a strict discipline on my subordinates and offending Editor-in-Chief Yuan!"

"Liu Xulai, why don't you apologize to Editor-in-Chief Yuan? If Editor-in-Chief Yuan doesn't forgive you, I'll show you how I'll deal with you!"

Before Yuan Zihao could react and figure out what had happened, the deputy team leader Liu Xulai, who had ordered him to be dragged up and thrown out of No. 76, pleaded in a muffled voice:

"Editor-in-Chief Yuan, I was wrong. I was blind and didn't recognize the real man. I beg you to be magnanimous and not to be mean to me. I have an 80-year-old mother and a 3-year-old child to support..."

As agents of No. 76, they are the first to know the inside story.

Who wouldn't be afraid after seeing a vicious man like Wu Shibao being pulled out of his turtle shell by the Yaksha and made to live in a miserable state in his own feces and urine?

When Yuan Zihao saw the man kneeling on the ground, begging desperately, with his face swollen beyond recognition, it took him several seconds to realize that this was the Liu Xulai who was so arrogant in No. 76.

Yuan Zihao has become quite skilled in dealing with various kinds of people in Shanghai as the spokesperson for Yaksha.

Although he knew he had made a mistake, Yuan Zihao did not say anything irrelevant as he did not know what exactly had happened. He just put on an expression that said "you know" just like in the past when people asked him about his specific relationship with Yaksha.

"The Yasha spokesperson lives like this?"

At this time, Deputy Director Tang Hui, who was leading the team, looked at the shabby appearance of Yuan Zihao's house and began to doubt Yuan Zihao's identity as the spokesperson for Yaksha.