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

As soon as the words fell, everyone present was stunned.

Bai Wan swallowed and stared at Han Congxue.

"You said... Lin Xia is a shadow?"

The next second there was laughter.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Don't tease Rose."

"You're just stupid."

"Shadow and Lin Xia have a strange relationship. Are you stupid?"

"Yeah, what do you think about every day?"

......

All the high-ranking military officials in the room smiled at Han Congxue.

At this moment, Qian Tong took a step forward and stretched out a hand to put it on Han Congxue's forehead.

But he was stopped by Han Congxue the next second, "Stationmaster, what are you doing?"

Qian Tong: "Let me see if you have a fever."

"I always feel that you are not well yet."

"Doctor Wang just told me that your injuries are serious."

"It needs to be nursed back for a few more days, otherwise there might be some sequelae."

Han Congxue was helpless and felt pain when she tried to get up.

He had no choice but to continue lying in bed. He could only wait for another day or two until he could get up again before going to find Lin Xia to find out.

......

same time.

A large number of weapons are being delivered to the Southern Suburbs Military Region.

Military trucks arrived one after another.

A dilapidated small village was used by Liu Changkong as their base.

A dozen trucks loaded with weapons were parked in the center of the village.

Division Commander Liu Changkong was grinning from ear to ear at this moment as he led the soldiers to unload the truck.

Hundreds of strong soldiers rolled up their sleeves and carried boxes of weapons and ammunition.

"Hahahaha!"

"Okay, these are all good things!"

"It's worth our money!"

"quick!"

"Unload the car!"

"While unloading, check to see if there is anything wrong."

Liu Changkong shouted with a smile, and the soldiers worked extra hard.

In particular, the regiment commander Matu personally led the soldiers to pull down the cannons one by one.

Matu bared his teeth and slapped the barrel of the gun. "One hundred millimeter mortar!"

"Good stuff!"

"When the hell have we ever fought such a prosperous war?"

"Commander, there are more than a dozen such cannons!"

"We're really lucky this time! Hahaha!"

The chief of staff beside Liu Changkong smiled and said, "Division Commander."

"I have to say, this time it's all thanks to Xiao Linzi."

"The weapons and equipment he obtained from the people he contacted were flawless."

"And our arsenal is also very respectful this time. The Hanyang-made grenades are absolutely amazing."

"If we look back to the past, how could the higher-ups give us so many good things?"

Liu Changkong smiled and looked at the Chief of Staff, his eyes deep as he asked, "Do you know why so many supplies were allocated this time?"

The chief of staff was stunned for a moment at the division commander's meaningful smile, then hissed, "Are you saying... Lin Xia contacted... the person above?"

Liu Changkong: “Not bad.

"What else do you think?"

"This little Linzi's reputation is very useful to those senior executives."

"Many bosses recognize this Xiao Linzi's relationship, so it's naturally much easier for him to get things done."

"Of course, even if the weapons are delivered, we must not let them down."

"We must achieve some results this time."

The Chief of Staff said in a daze: "Commander, could it be that you mean to..."

"Not bad!"

"That's exactly what I mean!"

After Liu Changkong finished speaking, the chief of staff followed him into the house and came to a wall.

A map of the southern suburbs was nailed to a dirt wall with iron nails.

Liu Changkong used a red pencil to draw a circle on one place.

"Take action tonight!"

"Capture the city gate stronghold within two days!"

"Prepare for the next attack on South City!"

Even the chief of staff was shocked by Liu Changkong's generosity for a moment, but in the end he clenched his fists.

Gritting his teeth, he said, "Okay!"

......

boom!

Boom boom boom!

Night! The battle begins!

Even inside the city, you could hear the sound of artillery fire outside.

Late at night, Lin Xia stood by the window smoking a cigarette and listening to the shelling. He could roughly tell the location of the shelling.

He murmured, "It seems... the commander can't wait any longer."

"It seems we need to speed up our efforts."

......

The next day, Lin Xia returned to the Secret Service Bureau.

Because the battle did not affect the South City, the people did not care. Even most of the stupid officials in the city did not care.

After all, there are still a large number of Japanese troops and puppet troops outside the South City.

Lin Xia was busy dealing with the white pigeon and clock hand cases in the Secret Service Bureau all morning.

The files were usually written by Shizhen, but since Shizhen's whereabouts were still unknown, Lin Xia could only find someone to write it.

In the archives office, Hu Meir was writing the files according to Lin Xia's requirements.

"White doves from the second office, clock hands from the archives office, attacked while out... encountered bandits."

The more Hu Mei'er wrote, the more dissatisfied she became. She couldn't help but say, "Lin Xia..."

"Are you kidding me?"

"Encountered bandits? Why didn't you say they lined up and jumped into the river?"

Lin Xia thought about it and said, "Hiss...good idea!"

Hu Meier: “…”

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at him.

"Okay, I'm done. Do you want to take a look?"

"No need. I trust you with what you wrote."

"Oh, by the way... where's that morning's telegram?"

Hu Meier continued, "They're all on the table. I've left them all for you."

"Hurry up and read it. After you finish reading it, I have to organize the files and send them to the various departments."

As she spoke, Hu Meir pointed to the stack of telegrams on the table.

The situation in South City is very special. In South City, the Secret Service Bureau is basically the only one that is powerful. The secret service agencies in South City undertake % of the intelligence transmission in the city.

It is equivalent to an intelligence transit station. Hu Meir, the director of the translation department, receives first-hand information and has considerable power.

Lin Xia glanced at the information on the table and smiled, "Thank you very much."

Hu Meir was sitting on a chair drinking tea while Lin Xia walked towards the stack of telegrams and looked through something.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lin Xia personally pull out one of the telegrams and put it into his pocket.

She seemed not to notice all this.

Lin Xia smiled and turned to face Hu Meier, saying, "Okay, Meier."

"I checked it out, and everything is fine."

"Go forward it to the major stations."

"it is good."

Hu Meir took a stack of telegrams and left with a twist of her waist.

Lin Xia wiped the sweat from his forehead and took out the telegram from his pocket.

It was a battle report sent by the Japanese in the border area to the government agencies in the city, ordering the government agencies in the city to remember to control the city and strengthen the city defense in the next few days.

In the afternoon, Chen Feng came back.

He had injuries on half of his body, his upper body was wrapped in bandages, and his face was bruised and swollen.

Fortunately, his body was still strong enough to support his most basic actions.

In less than an afternoon, the work was handed over to Lin Xia.

But when I saw the file, I couldn't hold it in any longer...

"In just a few days, two directors of our secret service died?"