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

"Old Wolf, Blood Rose..."

Although she didn't know what Old Wolf was, Blood Rose knew it all too well.

Isn’t that the code name for his wife?

The contact person was his wife, which meant that his wife was also in Nancheng!

For a moment, Lin Xia was in a trance. It was such a coincidence that something like this happened.

China is so vast that it is as difficult as climbing to the sky to meet a city.

Oh my god, you really love to play a little joke on me...

Lin Xia had never been so happy that day, with the corners of her mouth raised as if Yangon was sprinkled on her face.

Of course...even though the telegram was deciphered, it certainly couldn't be submitted just like that.

So Lin Xia started to make changes...

Time: The day after tomorrow.

Location: Abandoned warehouse in the east of the city.

Contact person: Ali.

Basically, Lin Xia changed the translation content of the telegram beyond recognition. Lin Xia was sure that no one except himself could translate this telegram.

Therefore, the authenticity of this telegram cannot be verified.

After making the changes, Lin Xia slammed the table!

boom!

Everyone in the office looked over.

Shouted, "I fixed it... Pah, I translated it!"

Li Xiulan couldn't help but be shocked, so fast???

Is this true or not...

It took their entire office several days to translate this telegram, but Lin Xia managed to translate it in less than two hours?

Hu Mei'er had a smile on her face, "Lin Xia, awesome!"

Lin Xia gestured back, "Keep a low profile."

At this time, Li Xiulan stepped over.

She is the director of the translation department. Under normal circumstances, all translated telegrams need to be handed over to her, who will then pass them on to her superiors.

She has done a lot of things to gain credit in the past few years.

"Colonel Lin, according to regulations, you need to translate the...

But before she could finish, Lin Xia suddenly stood up, took Hu Mei'er's arm, and said, "Come on, Mei'er, let's go find the director to report the situation."

Hu Meir nodded, and then the two of them ignored Li Xiulan as if she were air.

Everyone in the office watched this scene. Li Xiulan's face flushed red. This was much more painful than being slapped in the face in public.

"Lin Xia!"

"Wait for me!"

......

After leaving the translation office, Hu Meier smiled and said, "Lin Xia, that old woman can't do anything to you."

Lin Xia touched his nose and said proudly: "Don't be impatient, this is just the beginning."

"And that bastard Ma Li, if he dares to bully you, I'll kill him."

Hu Meir smiled and put her arm around Lin Xia.

I thought to myself, how nice it would be if this... was really my man.

After a while, Lin Xia and Hu Meir knocked on the director's room door.

"Director, Section Chief Chen, the translation is out."

In the director's office, Fatty Wu was drinking tea with Chen Feng, and his words were sharp.

Although the two have been classmates for many years, there is no loyalty in the officialdom. If Chen Feng wants to climb up, sooner or later he will have to step on Fatty Wu's corpse.

The two people who were drinking tea were stunned and looked at Lin Xia in amazement.

Fatty Wu swallowed his tea and said, "You said...what did you say?"

"Translated?"

"So fast, Lin Xia, you are kidding!"

Lin Xia just slowly handed the translated document to Fatty Wu.

Fatty Wu was stunned when he saw the detailed information on the document, but he turned around and burst into laughter!

"Hahaha!"

"it is good!"

"Okay!"

"Colonel Lin, I was right about you!"

"From today on, you will be the director of the Intelligence Department, and Li Xiulan will be demoted to deputy director."

"Hu Mei'er was promoted to deputy director."

"You will be provided with a dedicated office, and you won't have to worry about the tedious and simple translation work."

Lin Xia smiled calmly, "Thank you, Director Wu."

"Director Wu, Section Chief Chen, I'll get back to work."

"Okay, let's go."

...

"Old Chen, your men are really beyond my expectations."

"When this case is solved, it will be thanks to you, Old Chen!"

Chen Feng smiled and thought to himself, what good can there be in following this bastard...

Fatty Wu looks like a pig, but his mind is far more meticulous than that of ordinary people. Otherwise, he would not be able to sit firmly in the position of Director of the Secret Service in South City.

"Oh, by the way, who are you going to send the day after tomorrow?"

"Are there any good hands?"

Fatty Wu grinned with a cigar in his mouth, and said, "Pah pah!"

A clap of hands!

"Tiger Head, come in and show it to Section Chief Chen."

Immediately, a burly man who was nearly two meters tall, with a buzz cut, tattoos on his arms, and thighs as thick as buckets walked in.

Hu Tou, 34 years old this year, is Fatty Wu’s trusted confidant and the deputy director of the Detective Department.

"Hey, here comes the Director. I have a mission for you."

"Hutou, this is Section Chief Chen who was transferred here."

"Meet Section Chief Chen!"

Chen Feng looked at Hu Tou, who was much bigger than Xiong Gang.

He smiled and said, "Old Wu, your favorite general is indeed extraordinary. I also have a good hand."

"If we two work together, we will definitely be able to complete this mission."

"Nigger, come in and meet Chief Wu."

Immediately, the black man stepped in.

"Meet Director Wu."

Fatty Wu nodded and said, "Okay, the task for the day after tomorrow will be left to you two."

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

......

After returning to the office, Li Xiulan was so angry that she almost fainted when she learned that she had been demoted.

Crying and shouting in the office.

Lin Xia took Hu Meir to a separate office.

The secret service officers coming and going also showed a bit more respect on their faces after seeing Lin Xia.

...

After spending a day at the Secret Service, Lin Xia returned home and began to prepare.

Lin Xia stayed at home on sick leave the next day. In fact, at this moment, he had already set off for the abandoned warehouse in the east of the city.

According to the translated telegram, Uncle Niu will be waiting in the abandoned warehouse at nine o'clock in the morning.

The abandoned warehouse area is very large, and the surrounding area is filled with garbage from the urban area and a foul smell.

Lin Xia covered her nose and walked in. Only after passing through the garbage area did she reveal the large abandoned warehouse.

In the warehouse, a middle-aged man was only in his forties, but his hair was gray and he wore silver-framed glasses.

The more obvious feature is that he is carrying two suitcases, one for gold and one for antiques.

He rubbed his hands impatiently. He had already waited for half an hour, and he still had to wait for half an hour...

Just when he was getting annoyed, he suddenly heard the sound of footsteps.

A man in black, wearing a black veil and revealing only one eye, stepped forward...

It was none other than Lin Xia.

Uncle Niu was stunned and stared at the person in front of him.

"You...are you the contact person?"

"Are you Old Wolf or Blood Rose?"

Lin Xia didn't say anything, but just walked towards Uncle Niu.

Uncle Niu swallowed his saliva when he saw that the other party was silent, and felt that something was wrong...

"Hey, you..."

"Where's the goods? Why are you here alone?"

"Where's the goods? Where's the promised goods? You guys don't want to..."

Lin Xia smiled and said, "Congratulations, you are right."

Uncle Niu's eyes widened immediately, "Damn it!"

"Black eat black!"

"I, Old Cow, am not someone to be trifled with!"

As he said that, Uncle Niu was about to pull out a gun from his waist!

But the next second, Lin Xia threw a flying knife to knock the gun out of his hand, and then slapped him to the ground, knocking him unconscious. He tied him up and hid him in the corner behind the warehouse.

Lin Xia opened two boxes, a full box of gold and an official kiln porcelain vase.

They're all good stuff...

After closing the box, Lin Xia began to wait for the contact person to arrive.

"Wife, are you doing well..."