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

Old Wolf felt heartbroken when he saw Han Congxue like this and clenched his fists.

He said softly: "Why is it so..."

Han Congxue slumped on the ground, eyes red as he said, "Brother, you don't understand. Lin Xia and Yingzi are close friends."

"Shadow must know where Lin Xia is, or...Lin Xia has also come to South City."

The old wolf gritted his teeth in anger.

"Lin Xia! Lin Xia! Lin Xia!"

"Why is it always Lin Xia! Junior Sister, can't you get over this?"

"He, Lin Xia, is just a traitor!"

"What is there for you to linger on?"

At this moment, Han Congxue suddenly turned his head and glared at Lao Lang.

"Brother! Don't you dare say that again!"

"If Lin Xia hadn't saved me, I would have died countless times!"

"And he never killed anyone as a spy!"

"I'll keep looking for him."

...

Old Wolf fell silent.

Unexpectedly, in just less than two years, this junior sister of mine had become a completely different person.

Back then, Blood Rose's sniper rifle terrified her enemies. She was a cold-blooded killer, so how could she know what emotion was?

But now this feeling has been given to a... traitor!

How can this not be heartbreaking?

At the same time, Lao Lang was also a little puzzled. He had inquired about the news in Binjiang City.

As soon as the Eighth Route Army entered the city, they began to liquidate the traitors and spies in the city, and the Secret Service Bureau was slaughtered within a day.

Could it be that... Lin Xia took advantage of the chaos and escaped?

If that's the case, Lin Xia really does have some skills.

Han Congxue stood up and left here feeling dizzy.

In less than an hour, Lin Xia took a shortcut and drove a military truck full of counterfeit money to the grocery store in the slums.

Because the environment in the slums is so bad, even the spies from South City are unwilling to come here, so this place is still relatively safe.

...

A few minutes later.

Lao Jin was drinking tea in the grocery store when Mantou suddenly ran in in a hurry.

Lao Jin wiped the tea lid and spoke first, "Mantou, Comrade Lin brought a truckload of something? It should be food, right?"

Mantou said hurriedly: "No, it's not...it's a cart of counterfeit money."

The words fell.

puff!

Lao Jin almost choked to death on a mouthful of tea.

"What did you say?"

“A car of what????”

Mantou scratched his head and said, "It's counterfeit money, Uncle Jin."

While the two were talking, Lin Xia came into the room with a stack of counterfeit bills and closed the door behind her.

With a plop, the counterfeit money landed on the table, raising a cloud of dust.

Both Lao Jin and Mantou were numb.

The whole person was numb on the spot.

"Gu..."

"Lin...Comrade Lin, you're saying this is fake?"

Old Jin's eyes seemed to shine as he pinched a fake bill in his hand and rubbed it on his body.

"This looks and feels...real."

"Why is it a counterfeit bill?"

Lin Xia said, "This kind of legal tender is mixed with real and fake ones, so it's basically difficult to tell them apart."

"That's why this kind of counterfeit money can easily circulate in the market."

"Old Jin, transport this batch of counterfeit banknotes to our military district. As long as we can circulate this batch of counterfeit banknotes, we can greatly solve the funding problem of our military district!"

Lao Jin went out and looked at the whole truck of counterfeit money and swallowed again.

Lin Xia then said, "Old Jin, these tons of counterfeit banknotes need to be transported to the military area as soon as possible. It's very dangerous in the city."

Lao Jin nodded.

"Don't worry, Comrade Lin."

Mantou was so shocked that he couldn't say anything.

This was the first time in my life that I saw money being measured in tons.

Looking at the cart full of banknotes, Lao Jin couldn't stop smiling and said, "Comrade Lin, if it's really as you said."

"You are the great hero of the South City's anti-Japanese war."

"Hahaha!"

"Please rest assured, I will leave the city tonight and will deliver this batch of counterfeit money as soon as possible."

"I believe that since we have made such a great contribution, the higher-ups will definitely restart our site."

Lin Xia smiled and said, "Okay, please."

...

After leaving the grocery store, Lin Xia went back to her own address after several twists and turns.

The house is much bigger than the one by the river, but living in an empty house always makes me feel a little uneasy.

After a busy morning, I returned home exhausted. I got up and cooked a bowl of vegetarian noodles, which tasted terrible.

Lin Xia simply attributed this to: "If only... my wife were here..."

At this time, in an advertising company called Yamei in the north of the city.

Han Congxue and Lao Lang staggered back to the company.

The Yamei Advertising Company is actually an underground base of the Military Control Commission in South City, and the hundreds of people in the company are actually special forces personnel of the Military Control Commission.

The top floor of the company building is decorated in gray tones, giving people a depressing feeling.

Lao Lang was supported by Han Congxue and went upstairs.

Obviously, Lin Xia's elbow strike had seriously injured him.

At this time, a group of core members of the Military Control Commission were holding a meeting in the lobby on the top floor.

Former core staff of Binjiang: Qian Tong, Zhao Qian, Ma Zheng.

The backbone of Yamei Advertising Company: Guitou, Ah Huo, and the company manager Chen Xu.

In a dark corner at the top, there was a chair with a gauze curtain in front of it.

The boss was just sitting on the chair, and because of the black gauze curtain, no one knew what the boss looked like.

A group of core members frowned when they saw Lao Lang and Han Congxue like this.

"Rose, what are you doing..." Chen Xu said.

The next second, Han Congxue put the two boxes on the table, and everyone felt a little relieved.

At least the goods arrived.

Han Congxue immediately gave a brief account of the situation.

The people from Yamei Company looked confused, as they knew very little about Shadow.

But Qian Tong and his group had already slammed the table in excitement.

"shadow!"

"Shadow again!"

"How is this possible!" Qian Tong, who has always been experienced, slammed the table repeatedly.

Chen Xu was puzzled. "Old Qian, you don't have to be so excited. Even if Shadow is strong, he's just one person. How can he still be alive and kicking after being shot?"

Qian Tong smoked a cigar and looked at each other coldly.

Said: "Manager Chen, it's better not to be careless."

"You'll know when you actually fight Shadow."

"Old Qian, this is in South City, not your Binjiang City."

"I see you're used to being humiliated, and you've never had a bite of good meat."

"Manager Chen! You're going too far!"

...

For a moment, both sides seemed to be about to have a big quarrel.

Just at this moment, a voice came from behind the barrier above.

"enough!"

"Don't let insignificant people influence our party's plans."

"It's the boss!"

"Yes..."