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

"Oh no..."

As he spoke, Han Congxue also felt that something was not right.

Lin Xia: “…”

"Thank you."

"Nothing, I'll rest first."

...

A minute later, Han Congxue was sent out by Lin Xia.

It’s not that I’m disappointed, but I’m not happy at all.

Was that a bit presumptuous just now?

After Lin Xia sent Han Congxue away, she quickly opened the chicken soup. Looking at the fragrant chicken soup filled with chicken, she couldn't help but drink it.

He picked up the ginseng with chopsticks and swallowed it.

"Damn it! I told you not to leave any for me, and I'll give it all to Shadow. I'll eat it all!"

Lin Xia became more and more angry as she thought about it, and she began to eat voraciously. She needed to finish her meal as quickly as possible... because she needed to get home before Han Congxue did.

...

Han Congxue was walking on the street thinking about buying another bowl of chicken soup for Lin Xia, as there seemed to be not much left for him.

A few minutes later, Han Congxue returned home contentedly carrying a large jar of chicken soup.

"This should be enough for Lin Xia to drink. She needs more nourishment after the injury she just suffered."

...

At this moment, Lin Xia drank a whole can... He drank so much and so fast that he almost vomited while riding a motorcycle on the road.

But since it was my wife's stew, how could I let it go to waste? I forced myself to hold it back.

He finally rushed back before his wife got home. When Han Congxue entered the room, Lin Xia was already lying on the bed.

"I'm back, wife..."

"Hmm...No, I bought you some chicken soup. I was afraid I wouldn't leave enough for you before I left."

As he spoke, he opened the whole can of chicken soup in front of Lin Xia and said, "You are recovering from your injuries, so you need to drink more."

"quick."

Lin Xia: “…”

"Why don't you just forget it, wife..."

Han Congxue: "No!"

Lin Xia is about to cry...

......

At night...

In the suburbs of South City, a middle-aged man in a black leather jacket was being chased by a large group of secret agents.

The middle-aged man hurriedly ran towards the door with his briefcase in hand...

...

The next morning, Lin Xia went to work as usual, and Han Congxue returned to Yamei Company to carry out a mission as usual.

Although Han Congxue still failed to convince Lin Xia to join the Military Control Commission, he believed that one day he would.

Inside the Secret Service...

Lin Xia directs the work in the translation department.

There are currently about fifteen people left in the translation office, all of whom are elites within the Secret Service who monitor information and translate intelligence.

Lin Xia was sitting with her legs crossed, drinking tea... As for working, she couldn't do any work at all.

Working for a dog spy? Almost impossible!

But before noon, someone in the translation department suddenly stood up in shock!

"report!"

"Radio waves detected!"

"Report, I have it here too!"

"I have one here too!"

“I also have…”

...

Lin Xia was confused. What was going on?

Hu Mei'er, who was sitting next to Lin Xia, also spoke up: "Director, I've discovered this as well. Come over here and listen."

Not only the Intelligence Department of the Secret Service, but also the Japanese headquarters and the South City Police Department detected this signal wave.

This is a signal wave that is almost undisguised, as if it is sent out without any scruples.

It seems more like it was meant to be heard!

Lin Xia sat in front of the telegraph machine and listened carefully to the frequency...

Beep, beep, beep... beep, beep...

...

The headquarters and the police station called at almost the same time, asking the South City Special Service Bureau to decipher it as soon as possible!

Inside the director's office.

Lin Xia stood in front of Fatty Wu's desk. Fatty Wu and Chen Feng had heavy expressions on their faces.

"Director Lin, the headquarters requires us to decipher it as soon as possible."

"What does this seemingly public frequency mean?"

"Is this a provocation? Or is it conveying some kind of message?"

"No matter what, you must decipher it as soon as possible."

"Give an explanation to the headquarters and the police station!"

Lin Xia nodded and said, "Please rest assured, Director, I will decipher it as soon as possible."

"Okay, let's go."

"Oh no, you stay here and decipher it!"

"it is good."

...

The seemingly short wave frequency is actually quite difficult.

Fatty Wu even made room for him, and Lin Xia sat on the leather chair and began to translate.

Fatty Wu was walking around the house anxiously, smoking a cigar.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the police chief, the colonel of the Nancheng Japanese army, and several directors of the secret service bureau all came into the room waiting for Lin Xia to decipher the code...

......

South City Suburbs...

It was just last night that Wang Tianxiang received the information provided by Lincheng No. 76.

A highly suspicious individual escaped to the suburbs of South City and stole a top intelligence from No. 76.

Requesting the cooperation of the South City Special Service Bureau in the arrest!

They also provided a very precise route of activity. Based on the information provided, Wang Tianxiang finally discovered the whereabouts of this highly suspicious individual.

So they took action at night on a road that they had to pass through.

But the man was very agile and escaped in a flash.

After Wang Tianxiang blocked the surrounding routes, he finally found his whereabouts by following his movements!

In a mud house in a poor suburban mountain village...

The entire villa was under the control of Wang Tianxiang, who kicked open the gate of the yard with a bang.

"Oh shit!"

"Damn it, I finally found it."

"A whole night! A whole night!"

"damn it!"

"Fuck me!"

Dozens of secret agents surrounded a small room behind him.

After a few minutes, seeing no movement, they broke into the house.

The door was kicked open, but Wang Tianxiang was stunned by the scene in front of her...

That middle-aged man is dead!

Died in front of a radio.

The middle-aged man had a long scar on his face, and his face was full of vicissitudes of life. His gray hair made him look at least fifty years old.

Wang Tianxiang swallowed and walked into the house.

In the center of the room was a brazier with piles of documents burning inside, and half of the room was covered in ashes.

Wang Tianxiang couldn't imagine how many documents this man had burned, and they were still burning in the brazier.

Perhaps due to lack of time, a lot of the information was not burned in time, leaving only a small part...

"Quick! Put out the brazier!"

"Put out the brazier!"

"Try to preserve as much useful information as possible and bring back all the unburned debris!"

"quick!"

"Yes!"

......

Wang Tianxiang walked up to the man and was stunned.

"This is... taking potassium cyanide!"

......

Secret Service, inside the director's office.

After everyone's anxious wait, the result finally came out.

A group of people slammed their hands on the desk and looked at Lin Xia.

"How about it!"

"How about it!"

"What does it translate to?"

...

Lin Xia's hands couldn't help but tremble as she held the telegram.

During the translation, I discovered that this is exactly one of our party's encryption methods, the Ennihill encryption.

"The translation result is..."

"Comrades, farewell..."