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

In the afternoon, Lin Xia returned to the South City Secret Service Bureau.

There was nothing unusual, but one could tell that the detective team must be preparing for tomorrow's arrest.

I chatted with a few black guys in the afternoon and learned that tomorrow's arrest operation would be led by him and a deputy director named Hu Tou.

Because Lin Xia rewrote the translation content, it will be tomorrow, and the address remains unchanged.

The trader became Ali.

Of course...the character Ali can only be played by Lin Xia.

If the Secret Service personnel go there and fail to meet the trading personnel, it means... that what Lin Xia translated was a fake telegram.

That would be really troublesome.

Lin Xia sat in the office thinking and feeling annoyed.

Isn't this equivalent to...my trip being in vain?

And there is a high possibility of getting injured by then?

Tomorrow morning, the South City Secret Service will definitely secretly dispatch a large number of people. If you want to escape from so many spies, there will inevitably be an accidental shooting.

This trip...not only did I get nothing, it was also so dangerous.

A huge loss?

No!

This trip of mine can’t be in vain!

Lin Xia was thinking about how to make this trip more meaningful.

After a few minutes, Lin Xia seemed to have thought of something.

Tomorrow is Sunday, and many people in the Secret Service will be resting.

Lin Xia walked into the hall and took a look. Detective Department, Ma Li, rest...

The corners of his mouth rose slightly.

I asked myself, "Who is this trader Ali that I'm playing?"

When translating, Lin Xia only wrote this information, and it was unclear whether the trader was the buyer or the Military Control Commission was the seller.

The people in the Secret Service had no way of knowing.

If that’s the case...could this Ali be Ma Li?

Lin Xia is the best at framing others.

Immediately, before getting off work in the evening, Lin Xia sneaked into the detective department's office when no one was there.

I took a small object from Mali's changed clothes...

Okay, game on!

......

The next day, just as Lin Xia had expected, a large number of secret services rushed to the abandoned warehouse early in the morning before the transaction even started.

This time, Blackie and Tiger Head took the lead, and all they chose were the last brothers behind them, about a dozen or so.

The black man and a group of secret agents were lying in ambush in the hidden bushes.

"Everyone listen up! Don't make any noise until the target appears!"

"Yes!"

The tiger was very big, so he hid behind a rock.

The black man looked at Tiger Head with disgust. What’s the use of such a big body?

It's gone with just one knife.

Often the bigger the guy is, the more useless he is, for example...Xiong Gang.

Every time Xiong Gang fought with the black man, he was subdued in less than a few minutes.

Time passed bit by bit.

Lin Xia deliberately went there late, leaving these bastards to wait in the garbage dump.

The group waited for several hours, lying in the weeds or garbage, and became increasingly impatient.

Especially Tiger Head, who clenched his fists and clattered them, angrily said, "Old Black, is your Lin Xia's translation skills any good?"

"It's been so long, why haven't I seen anyone yet?"

The black man glanced down at his watch and said, "We've only waited an extra hour, why are you so anxious?"

"Lin Xia's translation is of a very high standard. There is absolutely no chance of mistakes. Just be patient and wait."

...

After waiting for about half an hour, around noon... the target appeared.

I saw a black figure carrying a suitcase slowly walking into the warehouse.

This person is none other than Ali, the trader played by Lin Xia. He is dressed in black, disguised, and wearing sunglasses.

Even if he takes off this black clothes, it is probably impossible to tell who he is.

Lin Xia even compared her height, and it was exactly the same as that bastard Ma Li.

He walked slowly into the warehouse...

"The target has appeared!"

"Be alert!" Tiger Head hissed.

The spies haven't taken action yet, they are waiting for the other party.

There should be two parties, one is the Military Control Commission and the other is the buyer.

At present, they cannot determine whether the person coming is a buyer or a seller.

Judging from the box he's holding...it can't be money, right?

After waiting for a long time, Lin Xia sat in the warehouse for a while, smoked a few cigarettes, and then planned to leave.

This scene made the spies anxious!

"not good!"

"He's out! They didn't make a deal!"

"It seems there's a special situation today and no deal has been made! Get moving!"

...

As soon as Hu Tou finished speaking, more than a dozen black-clad Secret Service agents rushed up instantly!

"Don't shoot! Catch him alive!"

...

Lin Xia smiled indifferently. As expected, he finally lost his patience.

You've waited so long before taking action that I'm getting a little impatient.

Seeing the spies surrounding them from outside, Lin Xia had no choice but to retreat into the abandoned warehouse.

More than a dozen black-clad secret agents blocked the door. Tiger Head was holding a baton, while the black man was holding a curved ghost knife.

Hu Tou stared at Lin Xia with his teeth bared and a smug smile on his face, a bit ferocious.

"Boy!"

"Where the hell are you running to!"

"Surround him!"

"okay!"

More than a dozen secret service agencies swarmed over!

There are enemies on all sides.

Lin Xia took a glance and raised the corner of her mouth. Aren’t you going to take a gun?

That's easy.

Without guns, they'd be just a bunch of little Karamis.

Lin Xia stood there, without moving a step, and made a gesture.

"Wing Chun, Ip Man!"

...

In his previous life, Lin Xia had only learned the basics of Wing Chun, but after awakening to high-energy fighting skills, even the basics were enough to deal with these people.

More than a dozen spies rushed forward.

The weird thing is, every time he attacked Lin Xia, he was just a little bit short, just a little bit short!

On the other hand, although Lin Xia's attack was not very powerful, and it could be said that his punch was only a few inches long, he could see the secret service agents flying backwards one after another.

Hu Tou was a little shocked. More than a dozen spies went up and ten of them were lying down in less than three minutes.

The remaining three were so frightened that they stepped back step by step, their legs trembling.

After finishing a round of Wing Chun, Lin Xia was still standing there.

Wing Chun, the ancient martial art of Daxia, is indeed extraordinary.

Tiger Head clenched his fists, "Damn it!"

"I really underestimated this kid."

"Old black!"

"Let's go together!"

"We must capture this kid and bring him back today!"

"on!"

Seeing the two of them coming together, Lin Xia also became interested. Those small shrimps before were really boring.

Two people, one with a stick and one with a knife!

The black man attacked extremely quickly, with each strike of his sword carrying the wind. Tiger Head's stick was extremely heavy, and anyone who was touched by it would be seriously injured.

After figuring out the offensive rhythm of the two players, Lin Xiaxian was at ease, while the other two seemed a little struggling.

After ten rounds of fighting, Lin Xia got tired of it and took a few steps back.

"That's enough. I'm a little tired."

In full view of everyone, Lin Xia took out two grenades from somewhere!

It rolled along the ground and landed under the feet of the two men.

"Fuck! Hide!"

...

The two who reacted immediately rushed behind a pile of rocks nearby.

boom!

The little spies on the side were unable to react in time and were blown to pieces instantly!

After a burst of smoke, when Blackie and Tiger Head stood up, the other party had long disappeared, and all the spies next to them were killed on the spot.

"asshole!"

"Damn it!"

"How the hell am I going to report back now?" Hu Tou stomped his feet in anger.

At this moment, the black man slowly lowered his head and picked up a golden object from the ground...

"Corsage?"

Hu Tou also came over, pinching the corsage and frowning, "Why does this corsage look so familiar..."