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

Carved gold brooch.

Hu Tou held the corsage and looked at it more and more familiarly, but for a moment he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

The black man also came over to take a look, but he had no impression of it at all.

"Director Hu, is there anything wrong with this corsage?"

Tiger Head smacked his lips and said, "It feels like someone has worn it before, but my brain..."

"I was just blown up by that bastard. My mind is buzzing and I can't remember anything."

The black man also shook his head and wiped the blood off his face with a handkerchief. The stones kicked up by the explosion had scratched his cheek.

"Damn, who is this kid?"

"Even though we two joined forces, we were still at a disadvantage." The black man said sullenly.

Tiger Head: "Yeah, if it weren't for your quick reaction, I would have been blown to death."

"Consider it that I, Hu Tou, owe you half my life."

"Okay, let's first think about how to report back."

"So many of our brothers died, but we didn't even get to see their faces." The black man sighed and clenched his fists.

At a glance, there are only three special agents left who can stand up...

...

Lin Xia, dressed in black, had already escaped and joined the crowd on the street...

The attack just now was enough to kill the two of them, but now Lin Xia was too lazy to waste time with them.

The clearest thing to do right now is to kill Ma Li first. A warrior like Hu Tou is not worthy of being on the stage after all. It is people like Ma Li who make Lin Xia more interested.

Half an hour later, Hu Tou and Hei Gui brought the only three remaining people back to the Secret Service Bureau.

Director Wu Pangzi was furious.

The cursing could even be heard from several offices away.

With a bang, the ashtray smashed to the ground!

"waste!"

"waste!"

"You two are trash!"

"So many people went there, but they couldn't catch anyone?"

"I couldn't even see where the other person came from, or even their face!"

"What's the point of keeping you around?"

Fatty Wu stood up and shouted angrily, his eyes red with anger.

What a great opportunity! The decryption expert we finally hired deciphered the content, but in the end the mission failed?

"Oh shit!"

"Tell me, why do we keep you?"

...

Tiger Head and the Black Man lowered their heads and dared not say a word. They had already told Fatty Wu how powerful the other party was, but it was obvious... the other party didn't listen.

After cursing for half an hour, Fatty Wu felt thirsty...

It was not until then that Hu Tou remembered the brooch and slowly handed it to him.

Said: "Director, I just remembered it."

"Actually...it's not like we gained nothing."

"The two of us fought tooth and nail, forcing the man to flee. While fleeing, we hit him, causing him to drop this object."

"I just feel that it looks familiar, but I can't remember where I have seen it..."

Fatty Wu also frowned when he looked at the brooch.

It seems... a little familiar.

"Hiss...it seems like someone from our bureau has worn it..."

"Quick! Immediately gather all the personnel on duty in the Secret Service today to come over and identify them!"

"We must find out where this brooch came from!"

Tiger Head: “Yes!”

Black guy: “Yes!”

......

Immediately, Hu Tou and Hei Gui took the brooches and started the pin identification activity.

Layer upon layer of questions...

There was no result from the first to the fifth floor, so when I asked the translation department on the sixth floor...

Hu Tou walked into the office holding the brooch and asked everyone to come over to identify it.

In less than two minutes, Ma Li's wife Li Xiulan ran over.

"Hey?"

"Isn't this the brooch that belonged to my husband?"

"How did it get into your hands?"

Li Xiulan was about to bang her brooch when Hutou pushed her away and said sternly, "Director Li."

"Are you sure this is Director Ma's brooch?"

Li Xiulan nodded and said indifferently: "Yeah...what's wrong."

"I chose this for him personally on his birthday."

"Quick, give it back to me."

At this time, Hu Tou seemed to remember that Ma Li had indeed worn it.

He clenched his fists and said sternly, "Director Li, please come with us for investigation."

"Ah I?"

"Investigating what?"

"No, don't, don't push me!"

"Asshole! How dare you push me!"

...

A group of people in the office were watching the excitement and talking about it for a while. Lin Xia had already returned to the Secret Service Bureau to watch the fun.

I knew this was going to happen...

Don't worry, it's not over yet...

As soon as Li Xiulan entered the office, she was scolded by Fatty Wu.

The murderous look in his eyes frightened Li Xiulan so much that she almost collapsed to the ground.

Fatty Wu was already upset with Li Xiulan for not being able to decipher the telegram, and now...

boom!

"Li Xiulan! Give me an explanation, why did your husband's brooch appear at the scene!"

"Here..."

"I don't know, Chief..."

Li Xiulan was frightened by Fatty Wu's appearance and her eyes turned red. She stepped back with tears in her eyes.

Fatty Wu saw Li Xiulan's expression and knew that he would not be able to get anything out of the interrogation. He waved his hand and ordered people to arrest Ma Li...

The outer suburbs of southern city.

It was extremely difficult for our party's troops to survive in the area. The puppet government continued to suppress them, and the Japanese strongholds were countless.

The large army was almost forced into the deep mountains and forests several times.

Now they are only stationed in a dilapidated village in the suburbs.

All the villagers were massacred by the Japanese, leaving only this empty village.

His name is Xiaonan Village.

Buzz...Uncle Jin drove the truck into the village.

Inside the military base, Division Commander Liu and a group of officers were holding a meeting in a tiled house...

Liu Changkong, commander of the 189th Division in Nancheng area.

He was about fifty years old, but his hair had already turned gray, and he wore a pair of old golden glasses.

Right in front of the room was a battle map of the southern suburbs. At this moment, Liu Changkong was discussing the next plan with a group of people.

After some discussion, everyone decided to first capture the granary of the nearby Japanese stronghold.

Because...I really can't take it anymore.

I'm hungry!

Not to mention guns and ammunition, the troops are now eating one meal as two.

The brigade commanders and regiment commanders sighed frequently...

Life is not easy these days.

Anyway, I have to fill my stomach first.

Liu Changkong naturally knew the difficulties faced by the troops. Even he himself had only eaten two steamed buns today.

There is no way around this. The anti-Japanese forces in Nancheng are still in their infancy and lack funds.

As for making money...it's been more than two months since the mission was issued, and only the Third Brigade has brought back some rice.

Just at this moment, a young soldier suddenly ran in in a hurry, and almost fell down with a thud.

"Master!"

"Master!"

Political Commissar Xu Yue frowned and said sternly, "What are you doing? You're so flustered! Don't you know we're in a meeting right now?"

The little soldier was gasping for breath.

"It's not...it's..."

"At the entrance of the village, someone brought five tons..."

"Five tons..."

He was gasping for breath and couldn't speak.

The cadres who heard this felt as if their hearts were being scratched by a cat's claws.

"Five tons of what? Tell me!"

"Five tons of food?"

"Five tons of dynamite?"

"Five tons of quilts?"

...

"Neither, Chiefs."

"It's five tons of counterfeit money!"

Liu Changlong: “?”

Xu Yue: “?”

Cadres: “?”