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

Liu Chao looked serious and gave Lin Xia a cold look.

"Search!"

...

Lin Xia stroked Han Congxue's back, trying to relieve his uneasy mood.

Wen Rao said, "Wife, why are you so nervous? The basement is just filled with some vegetables for us to store."

"We who behave properly have nothing to fear."

Han Congxue's eyes were full of confusion. She looked at Lin Xia in confusion. Lin Xia nodded at her and smiled slightly.

Could it be...

Have the drugs been transferred long ago?

But...where can it be hidden?

Liu Chao went down to the basement himself. There was a space of about ten meters square inside. After searching around, he only found some food and vegetables.

Liu Chao walked out of the basement with disappointment on his face.

"Damn it, this is weird."

"There's nothing going on, why are you stopping me?"

"go!"

"Next one!"

"Yes!"

......

Lin Xia shouted from afar: "Director Liu, take care!"

But at this moment, there was already murderous intent in Lin Xia's eyes that could not be concealed. In that case, I will start with you!

Han Congxue finally let out a long sigh when she saw the agents go away, then slumped down on the sofa with her whole body exhausted, and her nerves finally relaxed a little.

Almost, just a little bit...

She just regretted so much that she hadn't transferred this batch of drugs out earlier. If it had really been discovered, then... everything would have been over.

"Oh, by the way, Lin Xia, where did you hide the medicine?" Han Congxue asked immediately.

Lin Xia paused for a moment and suddenly didn't know how to explain...

Because...Lin Xia hid the medicine in a small space inside his body.

Lin Xia only recently discovered that there is a small space of about five square meters in his body, and there are some starlight in the space, but he doesn't know what it is yet.

Just now, in a hurry, Lin Xia put a whole box of penicillin into the small space in her body.

He and Han Congxue Linxia could only say, "Keep it secret!"

"Unique secret technique, the Mountain Ghost Hiding Technique!"

Han Congxue: "Mountain Ghost Hiding Technique..."

“What the hell is that???”

"It's a unique way of storing things. You wouldn't understand it anyway. Anyway, these medicines are safe with me."

"Please trust me, okay?"

Lin Xia stared at Han Congxue and said sincerely.

Han Congxue was stunned for a few seconds and then nodded, "Okay, I believe you."

"Also, you want to know...how do you want to send this batch of medicine out?"

"I've looked at the patrol map countless times. Previously, I could find a gap when they changed guards and leave the city, but now the Secret Service has been added..."

As he spoke, Han Congxue lowered his brows, really unable to think of any solution.

There are four city gates in the east, west, south and north. There are at least thirty agents and fifty devils at each gate. How can we get out?

Lin Xia clenched his fists tightly, his lips moved slightly as he uttered a few cold words.

"Since I can't think of a solution."

"Then, I don't want to think about it anymore."

Han Congxue: “?”

"What do you mean?"

"Just watch it. Tell me the meeting place outside the city and I will take this batch of medicine out of the city." Lin Xia said.

Then Han Congxue stared blankly at Lin Xia as she left the house.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

...

In the blink of an eye, Lin Xia had disappeared.

Lin Xia walked a few streets and delivered the information to Qinghua Building, then went to... the black market!

If you want to send this batch of medicine out, you have to use hard methods if soft methods don’t work!

So what we need right now are guns and bullets.

All guns and ammunition within the Secret Service must be strictly registered, and detailed records are required if there are more than five bullets.

So if you want to find guns and bullets right now, you can only go to the black market.

The black market is located in a street at the southernmost edge of the city. It was originally a street where people hired killers to kill people during the Qing Dynasty. The business involved murder and robbery, but it has developed into a black market now.

Hiring a killer, buying guns, buying black soil, and all kinds of contraband are all available. As long as you can afford the money, you can get most of what you want.

Of course, if you want to buy things in this black market, you naturally need an acquaintance to lead the way, or in other words... a guide.

Then, Lin Xia took the fat monkey out of a gambling house called Fengqiyunyong on the street.

Grab the fat monkey's ears and pull it out.

"Ouch!"

"Brother Lin! Brother Lin!"

"Stop... stop pulling! Stop pulling, it hurts, it hurts..." The fat monkey's ears turned red from being pulled and he grimaced.

Lin Xia's face darkened. "Last time I gave you money, was it to let you gamble?"

Fat Monkey looked aggrieved and said, "Brother Lin, there's nothing I can do. The lady boss inside is so pretty."

"Whoever wins the most gets to kiss the boss lady."

Lin Xia was shocked. "Is there such a good thing? Ah... No, then you are here to gamble?"

"Hurry up, I have something to talk to you about."

"I need a few guns and a few hundred rounds of ammunition."

"Show me the way."

Fat Monkey was a little surprised. He looked around and made sure there were no spies around before he said carefully: "Brother, why do you need so many guns..."

Lin Xia: "Don't worry about it, just take me there quickly. I want as much as possible today."

"You will definitely benefit from this when it's done."

As he spoke, Lin Xia threw a small piece of gold towards him, and then caught it.

The fat monkey drooled at the gold, "Okay! Follow me!"

Lin Xia followed the fat monkey around several intersections and finally stopped in a store deep in the street. There was a sign at the door saying that it sold coffins.

But anyone with a discerning eye can tell that something is wrong. The coffin business is closed during the day?

Before entering the door, Lin Xia changed her clothes and put on a mask.

The mask is completely black with three shadow marks on it, which looks dark and deep.

This is also the ghost shadow mask that Lin Xia wore when he massacred the Secret Service Bureau.

The fat monkey seemed like a regular customer. He didn't even knock on the door. He kicked it open and brought Lin Xia in.

There were indeed a few coffins placed on the first floor, and the dark environment made it look a bit creepy.

There were two big men guarding the coffin in the room, sharpening their knives and shouting viciously, "Who is it?"

"You don't even recognize Fat Monkey?"

"We have a big deal today! Quick, take us to the second floor."

When they saw that it was Fat Monkey, they nodded and then looked at Lin Xia who was wearing a mask.

Lin Xia understood the rules. After throwing a small piece of gold over, the two of them led the way up to the second floor.

When we got to the second floor, we saw a completely different scene. There were all kinds of steel knives on a large shelf, but still no guns or ammunition.

At this time, a middle-aged man with a bloated figure but richly dressed walked over, stroking his beard, and looked Lin Xia up and down.

"How many?"

Lin Xia: "Two pistols, a submachine gun, and at least 500 rounds of ammunition."

"The more, the merrier."

After these words were spoken, Fat Monkey and the boss were stunned.

This is definitely a big deal.

"What do you need so many guns for?" the fat boss asked curiously.

At this time, the fat monkey couldn't stand it anymore and shouted angrily: "Hey, Fatty Third, do you understand the rules?"

"I'll buy it on the black market and leave it there, no matter where it comes from or where it goes!"

Fat Third smiled and said, "Okay, okay, it's me who broke the rules."

Although he was smiling on his face, he was actually cursing in his heart. Although the fat monkey was an acquaintance, how dare a random guy like him yell at me?

After a while, Fat Third came out with a box.

Two Brownings, a Sten submachine gun, and a full five hundred rounds of ammunition!

The guns on the box were clearly marked with prices, and Lin Xia took a closer look.

Browning, half a yellow croaker, reasonable.

A Sten submachine gun, a yellow croaker, a little expensive, but reasonable.

One yellow croaker for every hundred bullets, which is reasonable.

Lin Xia nodded and said coldly: "Okay, that's it."

"Boss, let's do the math."

Fat Third smiled evilly, "Okay."

As he moved the beads on the abacus, he said, "The Browning pistol has two yellow croakers."

"A Sten submachine gun."

"There are five bullets in total."

"There are 28 yellow croakers in total. When do you plan to deliver them, sir?"