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

Hu Meir couldn't stop crying, shaking her head and crying.

"You can't die...Lin Xia..."

"I have been lying in bed for years, just for Xia Ming. If you die, I..."

Before she could finish, Lin Xia grabbed her hand and weakly interrupted her, "You have to live too."

"Live for me, okay?"

"Okay, let's not talk about life or death."

"Sister Aqiao, Mei'er, is there a wheelchair? I want to go out and take a look."

"The sun seems nice outside."

Xiao Aqiao's eyes were also red long ago. "Okay, I'll find it for you right away."

"Right away, right away."

......

In the back garden of the Han family villa.

Han Congxue was digging the soil with a shovel. Soon he dug a hole. Han Congxue measured it with his arm and found that it was just big enough to put the coffin in.

Han Shizhang, who was standing above, was furious.

"Little Snow!"

"Are you crazy!"

"Why are you building a cenotaph for no reason?"

Han Congxue had no expression on his face and said coldly, "I'm not crazy."

"I want to bury my husband."

"I can't find the body, so I can only make a cenotaph."

"Get out of the way."

"Quick! Put the coffin in!"

Han Congxue asked several servants to put the coffin into the pit.

Before the burial, Han Congxue reluctantly opened the coffin and looked at the items inside.

Inside the coffin were some of the things Lin Xia used during her "lifetime", including her favorite clothes, a jade bracelet that was a token of their love, and several books that Lin Xia often read.

And a...pistol.

Han Shizhang, who was standing by, jumped up and down anxiously, "Ouch!"

"My daughter! Ancestor! Living ancestor!"

"What are you doing?!"

"Maybe... maybe Lin Xia is not dead yet!"

"You... this is so unlucky!"

He naturally knew that Lin Xia was not dead yet and was lying in the hospital.

Han Congxue didn't care about him and just picked up the shovel and started burying the soil.

He said coldly, "I've looked for it and asked."

"No."

"I wonder if he died somewhere."

"Just leave it alone and let me be."

"Okay?"

"Let me bury my husband in peace, okay?"

Han Shizhang sighed, "You..."

"That's all."

"I don't care about you."

...

After Han Shizhang left, Han Congxue finally couldn't hold it anymore...

He burst into tears again.

......

Songcheng.

In 1942, Songcheng was shrouded in the shadow of war. The boundaries between the concessions and the occupied areas were blurred, and the streets were filled with a suppressed tension.

Neon lights flickered in the humid air, reflecting the mottled walls and shabby signs, as if the city was struggling for its last vitality in the darkness.

The surface of the river was glistening with oil, reflecting the goods piled up on the dock and the laborers hurrying by.

The Western-style buildings on the Bund still stand, but they have long lost their former glory. The walls are covered with vines, like ruins forgotten by time.

The opium dens, casinos and brothels on the street corners were still brightly lit. Amidst the smoke, people of all kinds were walking around, including women in cheongsams, businessmen in top hats, and gangsters with sinister eyes.

The power of gangs such as the Qing Gang and the Hongmen is deeply intertwined in this city, and their tentacles reach every corner.

The goods on the docks, the street vendors, and even the police patrols had to bow to them.

The gang bosses sat in a luxurious box, playing with their gold pocket watches. Beside them stood bodyguards in black suits with cold eyes, ready to block any threats for the bosses at any time.

At night in Shanghai, the streets are filled with various code words and transactions.

Deep in the alley, occasional gunshots and screams were heard, but they were quickly drowned out by the hustle and bustle of the city.

On the black market, arms, intelligence, and even human lives can be bought with money.

Everyone is looking for their own way of survival in the shadows of this city, and there is always the shadow of the gang manipulating them behind the scenes.

The night in Songcheng is like a huge net, covering every corner.

The city's dual face is interwoven with the prosperity under neon lights and the bloodshed in the darkness. Here, loyalty and betrayal, life and death, are often just a matter of a thought.

This area is filled with one word: dark!

It is difficult to say who controls this area. Some say it is the Japanese army, others say it is the Green Gang...

In short, this area can be simply summarized in four words: the land of dragons and snakes.

On a main street...

boom!

Bang bang bang!

dadadadadadadadada......

Gunshots rang out and sparks flew.

A group of people from the Axe Gang were surrounded in the middle of the street, with brothers from the Green Gang on both sides.

The members of the Axe Gang all wore black linen clothes and held an axe in their hands. They were also the overlords of this area.

But I'm afraid I'm going to fail today...

The brothers of the Green Gang were dressed in black suits, holding either long swords or pistols in their hands, and wearing black hats, they looked extremely "stylish".

At this moment, the big brother of the Qing Gang arrived and everyone made way.

Zhao Qingtian, forty years old, is one of the Red Flower Twins of the Green Gang. He has a crew cut, dark skin, and a muscular body.

He stepped forward and looked at the Axe Gang from afar, staring closely at their leader He Xiu.

He Xiu held an axe in his hand and gritted his teeth, "Zhao Qingtian!"

"My Axe Gang and your Green Gang have no grudges in the past or today! Why are you surrounding us?"

Zhao Qingtian looked extremely arrogant with a cigarette in his mouth, and his younger brother came forward to light the cigarette.

"He Xiu, let me tell you why."

"Because you, the Axe Gang, broke the rules."

"In this area, no organization is allowed to collude with the Japanese and puppet regimes, and you, He Xiu, should be very clear about what you have done."

"You helped the Japanese transport supplies, arrested members of the Military Control Commission and the Communist Party, and even killed a young brother of my Green Gang."

"Well, you didn't die unjustly."

"Do it!"

boom!

Bang bang bang!

Under the hail of bullets, the Axe Gang members fell to the ground one after another.

......

South City, inside the suburban hospital.

Lin Xia was pushed by Xiao Aqiao and Hu Meir in the yard to enjoy the scenery.

Hu Meir and Xiao Aqiao pretended to be talking and laughing, but in fact it was just to make Lin Xia happier.

Lin Xia held on tight and finally called Liu Changkong over.

Liu Changkong felt uncomfortable seeing Lin Xia looking so weak sitting in the wheelchair.

"Commander, tell me the truth."

"I have a few days left to live."

Liu Changkong paused and blurted out a difficult number.

"Seven days."