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

However, Yaksha, who was missed by countless people, looked at the Japanese newspaper in his hand, smiled, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it away like garbage.

Ma Liang naturally wouldn't go.

He is a cold-blooded action agent, even if he is a red action agent with a bottom line.

The best he could do was to do what he did last time when he met Li Zhengming during the rooftop sniper retreat, and not to ruthlessly kill innocent people who accidentally ran into him like the action agents of other countries.

Faced with the obvious death trap set by the Japanese army, a professional agent like Ma Liang would naturally not be fooled.

In peacetime, the lives of all people can be said to be equal, but in a state of war, the value of each person's life is different.

In special agent training or special forces training, one very important training is psychological endurance training.

During the training, the instructors will insult you, bully you with bad tones, loud voices, and actions, and even greet all the female members of your family with beautiful words.

At this time, if any trainee can't stand it, gets angry, and wants to resist the instructor, such person will generally be expelled from training.

Someone who is easily angered by the words used by his own people during training is not suitable for the job of an agent.

An agent must be like Brother Liu and break into the enemy camp. Even if the enemy asks him to personally execute his comrades, he will do it without any emotion.

He continued to endure and lurk, not only did he not show a trace of sadness, he even did it with a smile.

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The night successfully darkened amid the expectations and worries of countless people.

In the Shanghai Military Police Headquarters building, all officers were on high alert.

The periphery was guarded by layers of fully armed military police, and even exaggeratedly, several hidden machine gun firing points were set up inside the headquarters.

In the military police base closest to the 13th Regiment, the lieutenant colonel who had ordered last night that no support should be provided until the 13th Regiment's request for assistance was received was now in his office, seemingly calmly drinking tea with his adjutant.

But in the auditorium next to the gendarmerie office, under the dim lights, hundreds of fully armed gendarmes sat on the ground in complete silence.

The same was true for the gendarmes in all other directions.

In the Shanghai Military Police Headquarters, a colonel asked Lieutenant General Kato in confusion:

"General Kato, we made it so obvious that anyone would know it was a trap. This Yasha shouldn't come, right?"

The other officers of the Military Police Headquarters also looked at Kato at this time. This was what they all wanted to ask.

As an expert on the Celestial Empire, Kato smiled mysteriously, picked up the cup of water on the table, took a sip of tea, and then explained proudly:

"As the imperial soldiers who will rule the Celestial Empire in the future, you should learn more about the culture of the Celestial Empire!"

"The Chinese have always valued reputation, integrity, backbone, and face. This has reached a rather abnormal level."

"Back then, Marshal Yue's Northern Expedition was unstoppable, and he captured several important military towns. It seemed that the Northern Expedition was about to turn around, but the emperor issued dozens of golden orders to recall him. In order to avoid being branded as disloyal and unjust, he actually abandoned his troops and the promising Northern Expedition situation, and returned alone with his son."

"As a result, Marshal Yue was worshipped by the people of the Celestial Empire as the embodiment of loyalty and righteousness, and his story has been praised for a thousand years."

"To take a closer look, the eldest son of the Northeast, for the sake of so-called loyalty and face, actually took the initiative to accompany the person he offended on his return flight. The second most powerful person in the Celestial Empire has been under house arrest ever since, and has lost all his troops and territory."

"The situation of Yaksha is similar now. We are forcing him so bluntly. If Yaksha doesn't come, the faith he represents in the hearts of Shanghai people will collapse, and the resistance that Shanghai people just raised will be gone. If he comes, he will definitely not be able to escape. This is an unsolvable deadlock for him."

"Sigh!"

"General Kato is indeed an expert on the Celestial Empire. He has such an accurate grasp of the human nature of the Celestial Empire."

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Just when the Japanese army thought they had a sure victory in Tsushima.

At three o'clock in the morning, a figure sneaked into the parking lot of the Japanese Military Police Headquarters under the cover of darkness.

With the help of night vision goggles, Ma Liang effortlessly and randomly selected the cars of two unlucky guys, crawled under the cars, and skillfully installed a car bomb on the fuel tank.

He often does this kind of thing, but in modern times he often uses clever methods to destroy the car's brake system. Now it's even simpler to just install a bomb.

After finishing the job, Ma Liang looked at the brightly lit gendarmerie headquarters building guarded by layers of gendarmes and shook his head with disdain.

The misfire of the Type 89 grenade last night made Ma Liang realize that there was something wrong with his tactics. Why would an agent who was proficient in urban warfare go toe to toe with a regular army with heavy firepower just for a momentary dispute?

Even if we are facing the Japanese army in World War II whose weapons are more than one generation superior to the enemy, they have heavy firepower!

You must know that under heavy firepower, no matter if you are a veteran who has been trained for more than ten years, no matter how accurate your shooting skills are or how rich your combat experience is.

Just like a conscript who has just touched a gun, as long as he is still a mortal, one shell will make no difference.

Ma Liang reflected on it and adjusted his tactics. He would never actively engage in confrontation with regular troops carrying long-range heavy firepower in the future and would change his combat target.

To sum it up: you kill yours, I kill mine, let's see who can't hold back first.

In a city where the enemy cannot deploy heavy firepower, he fully utilized his experience in urban special operations.

The Japanese army placed a large number of troops in the gendarmerie headquarters building, which inevitably meant that the defensive forces in other enemy areas were much smaller.

With almost no difficulty, Ma Liang went straight into the cafeteria of the Japanese Military Police Headquarters.

At this time, a dozen fat Japanese cooks had already begun preparing breakfast for the officers.

Ma Liang had no intention of taking action against the cooks. He walked around the cooks who were busy cooking in the kitchen and came to the cafeteria. He randomly picked up a few rolls of chopsticks and carefully brushed some special "seasoning" on the dried chopsticks with a brush.

After doing all this, Ma Liang quietly left the compound where the gendarmerie headquarters was located and quietly came to the rooftop of a building more than 300 meters away from the gendarmerie headquarters.

After setting up the infrared alarm, a blanket was carefully laid on the ground.

He took out a tactical version of the PKM machine gun with a silencer and a scope, which had never been used but was always in combat readiness. He aimed steadily at the gate of the gendarmerie headquarters. The man holding the gun stood still like a sculpture.

In the camp where the 13th Regiment was located, some soldiers were shirtless and lighting a huge fire, on which they were roasting the stolen cattle and sheep.

He sang and drank wildly on purpose, chatted and played with the soldiers around him, and teased the captured Chinese women in an exaggerated manner, making the place extremely lively.