If you don't agree, do it! Roll up your sleeves, empty your property and go back to the country

The dusk in Nagasaki should be a time when factory sirens are blasting and people are bustling about, but at this moment it is strangely quiet.

The lead-gray sky hung low, and the last ray of setting sun seeped into the clouds like a bloodstain, cutting the reinforced concrete factory buildings into dark outlines.

There was no noise of the evening rush hour in the air, only a few scattered figures walking quickly, office workers in suits and ties clutching briefcases, hurried past on the deserted streets.

The tracks of armored vehicles occasionally rolled over the road, making a harsh sound of metal friction.

Each vehicle was loaded with armed patrolmen, the insignia on their uniform shoulder straps gleaming coldly in the darkening sky.

The roar of fighter jets flying low over the sky made the glass of the buildings facing the street buzz, and the missiles hanging under the wings were clearly visible.

"stop!"

The patrol captain in khaki uniform raised his hand to stop an old worker pushing a bicycle.

Two soldiers immediately advanced, forming a flanking formation. Though their guns remained fixed, their fingers remained on the trigger guards. The gloves used to check documents were blindingly white, and each page they turned carried the solemnity of an interrogation.

At the distant street corner, another patrol team appeared with wolfhounds, and the rhythm of their military boots stepping on the ground was so steady that it was suffocating.

The shops on both sides of the street had closed early, leaving only the fluorescent lights of the vending machines flickering in the gathering darkness. (Note: The earliest vending machines date back to 1888.)

A test tone suddenly rang out from the loudspeaker on the telephone pole, startling ordinary pedestrians on the street and making them subconsciously reveal terrified expressions. A crumpled copy of the West Japan News rolled across the road in the wind, and the headline "State of Emergency Declaration" on the front page flashed under the streetlight.

The entire city seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand, and even the evening breeze dared not blow freely.

On a dim street corner, a middle-aged man about 1.75 meters tall turned his head and glanced coldly at a team of patrolmen who were stopping people for inspection in the distance.

Then he quickly turned around, strode to a hidden underground manhole cover, opened it without hesitation and jumped in.

A moment later, he emerged from a dilapidated house somewhere in the slums, walked along the messy and winding alleys, and finally stopped in front of the wooden door of a house at the deepest end. He knocked lightly on the door while looking around vigilantly.

Two or three minutes later, the wooden door creaked open from the inside, and the man slipped in and quickly disappeared behind the door.

In the yard, smoke curled from the kitchen chimney, and the air was filled with the aroma of food. This family looked no different from their neighbors, with a mottled porch, faded curtains, and patched clothes hanging on the clothesline, all revealing the traces of a large family's life.

When Liuzi raised his eyes, he saw the man walking out of the kitchen and immediately took a breath.

...No matter how many times he saw it, he couldn't get used to Team Jin's outfit of "simple island woman".

Who would have thought that in this small slum area of ​​Nagasaki, there was a hidden spy planted by their three teams in the early years.

When they first reunited, the situation was critical. The brothers of the Wolf Special Forces were seriously injured and needed treatment, several of them were still suffering from high fevers, and the two scientific research experts were also exhausted. At this time, Jin Zicheng decisively activated a long-term hidden agent they had in the local area.

I have to say that among those who came out of 917, there is really not a single ordinary person.

This comrade had been lurking in this area alone for two years, making a living by doing odd jobs. However, he had managed to make all the neighbors believe on his own that a lively family lived in this house.

He frequently changed his attire, sometimes as an elderly woman, sometimes as a middle-aged man, and sometimes as a simple housewife, frequently entering and leaving this old house. Occasionally, one or two people were "missing," and the neighbors simply assumed they had gone to work elsewhere. In this slum, such occurrences were commonplace.

For two whole years, he didn't reveal a single flaw.

If not genius, what is?

Even the news of the Wolf Team being trapped was sent back to China by him at all costs.

Because the undercover mission had not yet ended and it was difficult for him to provide effective support alone, he chose to continue hiding and wait for the organization's orders.

And now, this comrade finally no longer has to play multiple roles alone in this "home". At least in the past few days, there is finally someone to help him share the burden.

There were too many people in their group, and only a few of them could show up.

Fortunately, there was a basement in the courtyard, where the Wolf Squad, two scientific research experts, Leng Rong, and Da Xiong were all placed to recuperate and remain on guard. Leng Rong was responsible for caring for the wounded, while Da Xiong was on guard duty. If there was any disturbance above, Da Xiong's immense strength could provide cover for the people below to evacuate quickly through the underground passage.

Liuzi and Lingshou transformed themselves into the youngest son and daughter of this family and went out during the day to gather information.

Jin Zicheng is the "hostess" of this family, Hong Chuangen plays an old man with limited mobility, and Tao Jianhua and Fang Mengze are the other two sons.

The only two people in the team who can dress up as women are Lingshou, who has a delicate appearance and baby face and can dress up as a young girl without any sense of incongruity; the other is Jin Zicheng.

This intelligence chief of 917's acting skills are naturally impeccable, and he portrayed the chatty, busy middle-aged women in the slums vividly. During the day, he could even wear an apron, speak with an authentic Nagasaki accent, and chat and gossip with the aunties and aunties in the neighborhood.

But every time Liuzi saw it, he found it particularly eye-catching.

That bright red apron, welded to her body, was particularly eye-catching. Add to that the dazzling pink blush, the red lips no wider than a finger, and the face that looked as if it had been smeared with three pounds of white flour...

Liuzi’s inner thoughts: It’s hard to respect without understanding!

"This is a local custom. My neighbors all praise my beautiful makeup." Jin Zicheng curled his lips. He didn't really understand it himself. But there was nothing he could do. Who could beat that brat Fang Meng? Otherwise, this outfit and this face would have belonged to Fang Meng long ago.

"Hurry up and come into the house to eat." Jin Zicheng turned around and walked into the house with two plates of freshly cooked dishes.

"I know, Mom!" Liuzi responded in a pinched voice and quickly followed in.

"What's the situation outside now?"

Fang Meng stood by the window and glanced sideways out the window.

His mental power was always in a state of outward alert. He had not received any news from his little girl for a whole day and a whole night, and the restlessness in his heart was growing stronger and stronger.

"Something big happened!"

Liuzi took the water cup from Lingshou and gulped down a few mouthfuls before lowering his voice and saying, "You'll never believe this, but yesterday afternoon, Aimu Nation's largest air force base on the southwestern border was inexplicably bombed! No one survived, and all the fighter planes, weapons, and mechanical equipment were completely destroyed!"

He grew increasingly excited as he spoke, unable to hide the gloating expression on his face. "This isn't over yet! In the early hours of last night, that stinking sanctuary we all know was suddenly attacked by an airdrop. All the surrounding buildings were affected, and even the largest cherry blossom park nearby was blown up!"

"A few hours later, the island nation's most famous volcano was strafed and bombed by Aimu Nation's latest fighter jets, dropping three bombs... Several surrounding towns are now being evacuated!"

If the situation allowed, Liuzi would have rushed out to set off some firecrackers to celebrate.

Except for Fang Meng who remained calm, everyone else in the room looked at each other in surprise and joy, unable to suppress the smiles on their faces.

Finally, Jin Zicheng took a deep breath, lowered his voice, and asked with a trembling voice:

"Who on earth did this?!"