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

"Director!"

Just when Tang Hui was about to say something, he felt someone poking him in the waist. He was about to get angry, but when he saw his men beside him, they were giving him desperate looks.

Following the direction his subordinates pointed, they looked at the photo half exposed outside the envelope on the dining table in Yuan Zihao's house, and Wu Shibao's big fat head was clearly visible on it.

The photo was taken very clearly, and the fear in Wu Shibao's eyes, as if he had seen a ghost, was fully revealed.

"Gudong!"

All Agent 76 who saw this photo swallowed unconsciously, and the hair on their backs stood up.

Looking at Yuan Zihao, who was so weak that he could be grasped with one hand, everyone bent their waists unconsciously.

Seeing that Yuan Zihao had not expressed his opinion yet, Tang Hui kicked Liu Xulai, who was still kneeling on the ground begging, without reservation, and then took the initiative to express his opinion:

"Editor-in-Chief Yuan, after our careful investigation, the 24 citizens arrested in Linshang Street last time were not suspected of participating in the resistance organization. According to the rules, they can go home and reunite with their families this afternoon."

After saying that, Tang Hui looked at Yuan Zihao's expression cautiously.

Originally, this was a bargaining chip used by No. 76 to repair the relationship with Yuan Zihao. However, as a running dog of the Japanese army, a privileged agency in Shanghai that could calm the hearts of children, No. 76 still had to have some dignity.

Yuan Zihao needs to take the initiative to propose it, and then Tang Hui pretends to be embarrassed and goes with the flow to do the favor. This way, he can release the person without losing face, and Yuan Zihao can also accept the favor.

This way, you get the best of both worlds.

But now seeing Wu Shibao's photo last night appear in Yuan Zihao's house, Tang Hui didn't dare to continue playing these tricks, for fear of offending Yaksha, so he could only take the initiative to show his goodwill.

"Ok!"

Only then did Yuan Zihao vaguely nod his head, and Tang Hui and others breathed a sigh of relief.

A few days later, as all kinds of rumors about the Wu Shibao incident spread everywhere, Yaksha's reputation was re-established.

And Yuan Zihao became the famous Editor-in-Chief Yuan in Shanghai. No matter how domineering the traitor or gangster was, when they saw this weak scholar, they had to speak to him in a friendly manner and try to reason with him.

In Chuncheng, the end point of the Southern Crazy Highway, Liu Gongfeng and other elite soldiers who had killed countless enemies now turned into waiters and received reporters from almost all the well-known media at home and abroad.

Liu Gongfeng, who had just dealt with a well-known foreign reporter, wiped the sweat off his forehead and complained to the Yaksha team members beside him:

"I don't know what the instructor's plan is. He brought us all the way here from the battlefield, and in the end he asked us to entertain these difficult reporters. We are here to fight the Japanese, not to entertain them! How can we eat and drink with these big reporters every day like serving our ancestors?"

The team members around were about to respond when a familiar and sinister male voice sounded from not far behind them:

"What? B1, do you have any problem with my arrangement? I have very sharp ears. I can hear anyone who says bad things about me behind my back!"

"Instructor!"

Almost subconsciously, all the members of Team 1 shouted at once.

Everyone watched their eyes with their noses and their hearts with their eyes, and the lazy state they had just had was swept away.

Everyone pretended not to notice their captain Liu Gongfeng's look of pleading for help.

"You ungrateful fellows! Just wait and see how I'll deal with you when I'm done!"

Liu Gongfeng complained in his heart and was about to admit his mistake, but Ma Liang did not take the initiative to investigate further because time waits for no one.

"A1, what's the situation now that the reporters have arrived?"

Hearing that the instructor did not pursue the matter, Liu Gongfeng breathed a sigh of relief and quickly replied:

"Reporting to the instructor, according to your request, the headquarters has sent invitations to all well-known newspapers and media at home and abroad. At present, all the media reporters who can come have arrived, accounting for 90% of the total number of invitations. As for the 10% who have not arrived yet, most of them have not arrived due to travel reasons."

Ma Liang was not surprised to hear what Liu Gongfeng said. Although he paid a high price, this era was full of bandits and warlords and it was still a war. To reach 90% in such a short time, Ma Liang's "cash" ability was already strong, and the "travel expenses" he paid were high.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for the Military Control Commission, a spy agency with a bad reputation, to gather all these big journalists together.

"No need to wait, let's set off for Lawu immediately. By the way, rent cars for the reporters, better ones!" Ma Liang made a decision immediately.

"Yes!" Liu Gongfeng answered immediately.

The next morning, Liu Gongfeng and his party rented almost all the vehicles of the Military Control Commission in Chuncheng, as well as cars from car rental companies. Together with more than 50 reporters and their entourage, a total of more than 100 journalists, and Liu Gongfeng and 200 others, they headed to Lawu in a mighty manner.

Of course, in order to guard against surprise attacks by the Japanese army and Japanese spies along the way, more than 300 people were divided into three teams, separated by more than ten kilometers, walking on the Dianyan Highway.

Ma Liang, Liu Gongfeng and others were squeezed on a truck. Only reporters could ride in the car, while Liu Gongfeng and others could only ride in the truck.

"Master, are Japanese planes raiding this road often?"

Liu Gongfeng, who was sitting in the driver's seat with Ma Liang, carefully pricked up his ears to listen for the sound of "anti-aircraft guns" from a platoon on duty a few miles above, while carefully asking the driver.

The dark-faced driver laughed, and while skillfully dodging a crater that hadn't been repaired yet, he happily replied:

"Young man, don't be afraid! The Japanese air raids are rare during this period. Our heroic expeditionary force cooperated with the British and American foreign troops to beat the Japanese in Burma. The Japanese planes are all in Burma. They rarely come to chase and attack our convoys. They just routinely send bombers to bomb tunnels and roads in dangerous sections to prevent us from passing normally."

"We should be careful of those traitors and spies bought by the Japanese. They often lie in ambush on the roadside, waiting for an opportunity to attack passing transport vehicles. They are the most hateful! Whenever we catch them, we will shoot them on the spot!"

Only then did Liu Gongsheng realize that the driver, who spoke with a heavy Chinese accent, had a submachine gun and several magazines hanging next to his seat.

"Don't worry, as long as there is no Japanese air raid, as long as these traitorous dogs dare to come, I guarantee that none of them will be able to return!"

After hearing the driver say that the Japanese bombing that he feared the most would not happen, Liu Gongfeng expressed his confidence.

When the driver heard Liu Gongfeng speak so confidently, he couldn't help but take a look at Liu Gongfeng, who was fully armed and holding a strange gun.

At the same time, in Lawu, the 66th Army commander Zhang, who was responsible for the defense of Lawu, took a look at the report handed over by the staff and cursed inwardly:

"The Military Intelligence Bureau is seeing the Expeditionary Force in the spotlight, and they want to take advantage of its fame. Are they crazy? Two infantry divisions that were formed only a few months ago with Military Intelligence Bureau spies as the backbone and are only equipped to defend the safe rear area. What is there to interview? They have never seen a hair of the Japanese, and have not won any military merits, and yet they have brought such a large group of reporters here. What is there to interview?"