The mask was shot off, my husband, you are the king of spy wars

Before noon, Lin Xia had already arrived at the rear playground of the Japanese army camp following the truck.

Lin Xia, who was clinging to the truck bed, was sweating profusely. Fortunately, these bastards were relatively blind.

Along the way, Lin Xia was able to clearly see the situation of the Japanese army camp. It was built on a small hillside, which was easy to defend but difficult to attack.

It is hard to imagine what the casualty rate would be if the Eighth Route Army launched a forced attack.

Lin Xia didn't dare to move while clinging to the truck bed. He could feel groups of Japanese soldiers moving around.

If we take action now, it would be like seeking death, so we can only wait until night.

The space inside the body has the function of surveying the terrain within a certain range. Lin Xia's veins bulged, and the terrain of the surrounding devils gradually emerged in his mind.

......

Colonel Hamu in Binjiang City held a special banquet today to entertain several Japanese captains in the city, as well as Chen Feng, the chief of the Secret Service Bureau, and Luo San, the director of the police station.

Binjiang Restaurant, second floor.

"Hahaha!"

"吆西!"

"Come, let me toast you all first!"

"Oh, Colonel, you really made us wait. Let us toast you a glass, a glass..."

...

After three rounds of drinks, the food on the table was barely touched.

Chen Feng and Luo San both had different expressions, and were a little uneasy.

Then Colonel Hamu said, "Everyone, you have all heard the rumors."

"The Eighth Route Army may attack the city, so we'll have to rely on you to ensure public security in the city for the next few days."

"Nothing can go wrong. The time has come for you to serve the Empire."

The two Japanese officers sitting next to Hamu nodded heavily.

Chen Feng and Luo San couldn't eat anymore...

Luo San swallowed his saliva and said, "Colonel Hamu, you...you said the Eighth Route Army wouldn't just attack the city..."

As he spoke, he wiped the sweat off his face. His police station was just a decoration. Not to mention resisting the Eighth Route Army, he would not even be able to stop a riot by the residents in the city.

The spies of their secret service bureau are strictly selected, and only those who fail the selection will be placed in their secret service bureau.

As soon as he finished speaking, Hamu's expression suddenly changed and he glared at Luo San.

"Losang!"

“You!”

"Does this mean you don't trust the Empire's capabilities?"

"To tell you the truth, the Empire has already sent reinforcements, and they are on the way."

"If the Eighth Route Army dares to attack us, they will be attacked from both sides and suffer heavy losses!"

After hearing this, Luo San's expression changed instantly, and he looked flattering.

"Hehe, Colonel Hamu, please don't misunderstand me. How could I not trust the Imperial Army?"

"Police station, swear allegiance to the Empire until death!"

"Colonel Hamu told us to go west, but we absolutely won't go west. Ugh, we won't go east!"

...

Chen Feng, on the other hand, remained silent but was very thoughtful.

He was certain that Hamu must have sensed some danger, otherwise he would never have been so kind as to treat him to a meal.

This meal is most likely used to stabilize the morale of the troops.

It seems that it is time to think of a way out...

Chen Feng smiled and said, "Everyone in the Secret Service Bureau swears to be loyal to the Colonel until death!"

Hamu laughed when he heard what the two said, "Yoshi!"

"You are all loyal subjects of the empire. The empire will not treat you unfairly in the future."

"Oh, by the way, Section Chief Chen, I have a piece of news for you."

"Your Secret Service performed a great service on the ship last time. You may need to transfer a few people to other cities."

"Of course, the decision hasn't been finalized yet. We just asked Section Chief Chen to be prepared."

Chen Feng was stunned. This...is the opportunity!

"It's Colonel Hamu. The Secret Service is sworn in to complete the mission and be loyal to the Empire until the end."

Hamu smiled and raised his glass.

"Hahaha! Cheers! Cheers to the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere!"

...

Night is coming...

Searchlights lit up in the Japanese army camp in the suburbs.

Plop. Lin Xia didn't get out of the car until now.

As the dark night fell, the corners of Lin Xia's mouth rose slightly, and the next second, she put on the ghost shadow mask.

Lin Xia was running back and forth in the military camp, dodging the Japanese's searchlights one after another.

Half an hour ago, Lin Xia used the ability of the space in his body to find out the situation here.

At this time, Lin Xia was in the outermost training ground, and Lin Xia speculated that the brigade commander Yamamoto Juju was most likely in the innermost main tent.

As the night fell, Lin Xia hid in the darkness, avoiding one patrol after another of the Japanese devils.

There were about twelve teams in total. Lin Xia hid behind a tent and gritted his teeth.

"Damn, this old devil is really cautious, with so many guards patrolling."

These patrolling Japanese soldiers seemed to be on high alert, holding their rifles tightly and with fierce looks on their faces.

In less than ten minutes, Lin Xia slowly arrived near the Japanese main camp. From a distance, Lin Xia smelled the strong smell of mutton.

"This tastes like... sesame paste?"

"mutton?"

Damn, these bastards are eating hot pot?

"I'm starving, you guys are eating hot pot!"

Lin Xia, who was originally calm, suddenly became so angry that his face turned red!

One team of Japanese soldiers came over after another. In the gap between the second and third teams of Japanese soldiers, Lin Xia finally couldn't help but take action!

...

Inside the tent, Yamamoto Juju was eating hot pot with three Japanese commanders.

"吆西!"

"Chinese hot pot, yay!"

"Come on, Xiao Zhengjun, let's do some work!"

"Hayi!"

...

Including Yamamoto Juju, there were a total of twelve Japanese devils eating with their mouths full of oil and smiles on their faces.

"Brigade Commander, do you think the Eighth Route Army's attack this time will be a problem?"

"Our..." asked a Japanese colonel.

Yamamoto Twelve waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, Xiao Zhengjun."

"I've contacted headquarters, and reinforcements are on the way."

"If nothing unexpected happens, we'll be there by noon tomorrow."

"If the Eighth Route Army dares to attack, we'll be dead!"

"Hahaha!"

The tent was filled with the laughter of several Japanese commanders.

But in the next second, under the lights...swish!

A stream of blood splashed on the tent illuminated by the lights!

laugh!

laugh!

laugh!

The three Japanese commanders fell to the ground in less than two seconds, with three knives hitting their throats.

Lin Xia opened the tent, walked in slowly, sat down at the table, picked up a piece of mutton with chopsticks and started to shuffle it.

At this moment, Yamamoto Juju, who was sitting in the right position, was almost frightened by the young man wearing a mask...

"You...you!"

"What kind of work is this!"

Gu... Yamamoto Juju was so scared that he swallowed his saliva and reached for the pistol at his waist. As long as he could shoot, he could quickly attract the guards.

Lin Xia said as she ate the mutton, "If you don't keep your hands to yourself, you'll die in the next second!"

Yamamoto Twelve was so frightened that his face turned pale. "Okay, no more touching, no more touching..."

The next second, Lin Xiachi threw a flying knife into Yamamoto Twelve's neck!

"You have to die too."