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

Han Congxue looked at this scene in shock, and in just a few seconds he was so angry that he drew his gun and pointed it at Lin Xia!

"Lin Xia! You'd better give me an explanation!"

Lin Xia: “…”

Sometimes women's IQ is really not high.

I couldn't help but say, "Wife, take a look at the ground."

Han Congxue was stunned for a moment, then saw the bloodstains on the ground. It was not difficult to see that the bloodstains were possible only due to dragging.

So, Huang was always dragged in.

"Feel sorry..."

"Well, hurry up and save people."

Han Congxue squatted down almost quickly to check Huang Batian's wound. When Mr. Huang slowly opened his eyes and saw Han Congxue, he seemed to feel relieved.

"Don't talk, I'll perform surgery on you right away."

Mr. Huang nodded.

In the bedroom, Han Congxue performed the operation himself. After the anesthetic was injected, the surgical knife pierced the flesh with precision...

Blood was all over the ground, and Lin Xia was helping Han Congxue.

Half an hour later, the bandaging was completed and Huang Batian was placed on the bed and injected with glucose.

Lin Xia handed over a tissue and Han Congxue wiped the sweat off his face, feeling a little exhausted.

"How is it going."

"Fortunately, the bullet didn't hit the heart."

"It should be fine after a period of recuperation." Han Congxue said slowly.

Hearing this, Lin Xia couldn't help but get anxious, "A period of recuperation?"

"Where do you raise it?"

"Of course at home." Han Congxue said as a matter of course.

"No!" Lin Xia shouted decisively!

"Big sister! Do you know how strict the takeaway agents are? There are wanted posters all over the streets!"

"Whenever a patrol comes..."

Han Congxue shouted angrily, "You dog spy! I knew you would say that!"

"I was just testing you! Humph!"

Lin Xia: “…”

Han Congxue knew that Lin Xia was being considerate by allowing Mr. Huang to be treated at home. It would be a bit excessive to let him recuperate at home, and it was also unsafe.

"I plan to move out once Mr. Huang feels better. As for where to go... I'll discuss it with Mr. Huang then."

Lin Xia nodded.

Mr. Huang didn't wake up until the evening. Han Congxue brought him a bowl of porridge and fed him hand-in-hand. Perhaps in her eyes, Mr. Huang was also a relative.

Lin Xia stood by and served diligently, not for any other reason, but because this was also an anti-Japanese hero, even though they were in a different camp.

It was only in the middle of the night that Mr. Huang finally recovered a lot and his face regained color.

"Rose...Mr. Lin, thank you..."

Han Congxue stepped forward and said with a smile, "Okay, there's no need to say so much, Mr. Huang."

"As long as we are alive, there is still hope."

"By the way, Mr. Huang, what about your injuries, and...what about them..."

Mr. Huang looked depressed. He sighed lightly and then told the story.

Ever since the attack on Yamei Company, most of the members have gone to the backup site and changed into new identities, but...he is the only one who can't do that.

Because he is the general manager of Yamei Company, he is too big a target, and there are wanted posters all over the streets, so he might be discovered no matter which street he is in South City.

So he knew he couldn't return to the station, so he had to find a way out of the city, but he was discovered and hunted, and he was injured and ran all the way here...

"Rose, the new station is at the Little Metropolitan Ballroom, and Qian Tong has taken over now."

"When the time comes, you will also need to change into a new identity."

"Although less than half of the Asian American sites remain, the fight against the Secret Service must not stop!"

"Understood!"

Han Congxue nodded while crying, and couldn't help but ask: "Then... Mr. Huang, what about you?"

"Where are you going?"

Mr. Huang was silent for a while, "I..."

"have no idea..."

"I wanted to leave the city, but the inspection at the city gate was too strict."

"Don't worry, I'll only be here for one night and I won't get you into any trouble."

Han Congxue quickly retorted: "No, Mr. Huang, that's not what I meant..."

At this time, Lin Xia suddenly said: "Mr. Huang, if you trust me, I can find a way to get you out of the city."

Han Congxue suddenly hugged Lin Xia with a gleam in her eyes, "Really?"

"Great!"

Mr. Huang nodded and said, "Okay, okay, I trust you, I trust you."

"I believe you."

"I understand the rules. Someone will naturally give me a reward of 100 gold bars later."

Lin Xia: “…”

In fact, Lin Xia didn’t mean that. It’s just that in Mr. Huang’s heart, he is still a businessman.

A businessman disguised as a traitor cannot be called a bad person, let alone a good person.

Han Congxue had just become a little enthusiastic towards Lin Xia, but when he saw that Lin Xia did not refuse, he became cold again.

Since you said you would give it to me, a hundred gold bars...don't blame me for feeling sorry, right?

It’s at least enough to provide logistical supplies for the troops for one or two months. I don’t care whether you are happy or not.

The decision was made happily, and the three of them waited until dawn before preparing to set off.

There had been constant patrols outside all night, and now at just eight or nine in the morning, countless spies began to swarm the streets again.

For these spies, finding someone from the Military Control Commission would be an opportunity to get promoted and make money!

In the bustling market, the streets were lined with vendors. The spies walking on the streets did not burn, kill, and loot like the bandits, but hid in the crowd.

Always observe suspicious passers-by, and if there is any movement, no matter what, he will immediately pull out his gun and search!

The rampant behavior of the Secret Service in South City is now evident.

A black luxury car sped past on the street and headed straight for the city gate.

Lin Xia was the driver and Han Congxue sat in the passenger seat.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Han Congxue could easily notice the spies patrolling on both sides of the street. Looking up, he saw that the checkpoint at the city gate was not far away.

Because of the dense flow of people in the South City, inspection is very difficult, so it is open on weekdays and inspections are seldom conducted.

But now is a special period, and any vehicle entering or leaving will be checked.

Han Congxue was a little nervous as she clutched the purse in both hands. She couldn't help but ask, "Lin Xia, when you say give it away... you mean give it away openly, right?"

Lin Xia said indifferently: "What else?"

"Then how do you want to send it out?"

"Do I have to carry him out in a sedan chair with eight men?"

"No... That's not what I meant. I meant that this is too hasty..."

"There are so many spies checking ahead, what if..."

Lin Xia smiled and said, "Wife, you believe me."

At this moment, Mr. Huang is curled up in the trunk of the car...

At the city gate, a section chief named Sun Deli from the Second Department was leading the inspection, and all passers-by were thoroughly checked.

Some women would not be satisfied until they were left with only a red bellyband.

With a team of special patrol soldiers standing beside them, no one dared to rebel.

The small secret service officer standing in the front saw the black car and immediately made a gesture, "Stop!"

"Get out of the car and be questioned."

He looked very proud, as if to say that no matter how wealthy and noble you were in the city, you had to be interrogated by the Secret Service.

So what if you have a car? Get out!

It was naturally impossible to get off the car. Lin Xia opened the car window, put on sunglasses, lit a cigarette, and seemed to be waiting for someone.

The young spy got angry when he saw the people in the car refused to get out. "Oh my god, how dare you refuse to get out of the car!!"