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

Lin Xia waved his hand, and Ma Tu immediately understood what he meant and stepped forward.

"Miss Han, our old leader is going to rest."

Han Congxue cried out, she hadn't done anything since she arrived... She hadn't even said anything to her old boss, not even a word...

But she clearly didn't say anything...

I couldn't help but grumble in my heart, what a strange old leader...

"Ok."

"Then old leader, I'm leaving first."

"Please take care of yourself. I will come to see you when I have the chance. Or are you looking for me?" Han Congxue said politely.

Seeing that the other party did not respond, Han Congxue planned to leave.

Just as Han Congxue turned to leave, she suddenly heard a voice behind her.

"I'm sorry I lied to you..."

The voice was so faint that Han Congxue thought he had misheard and left without taking it seriously.

Little did she know that Han Shizhang, who came with her, had already burst into tears.

Han Congxue paused as she watched her father burst into tears. "Dad, look at you, why are you crying..."

Han Shizhang shook his head. "No...nothing, nothing."

"It's true. The scene brought back emotions. Oh, yes, the scene brought back emotions."

"It's truly a pity that the old leader, who fought for China for decades, finally fell ill. I can't help but be moved by the sight."

Han Congxue didn't know what to say.

"Okay, let's go home first."

Han Shizhang nodded and said, "Okay, let's go home first, go home."

As he was leaving, Han Shizhang kept looking back at the dark ward.

I also muttered in my heart: "Goodbye, little squad leader."

Before leaving, Liu Changkong came over and saluted Han Congxue properly.

"Thank you, Miss Han."

"I'll find someone to escort you back."

Han Congxue nodded, "Okay, thank you very much."

...

Then, Han Congxue left the hospital with doubts.

The light was turned on in the dark ward.

Lin Xia, who was in a wheelchair, couldn't even get up to see his wife off.

"Little squad leader, go lie down on the bed."

"Your body..." Matu said with concern.

Lin Xia waved her hands and said weakly, "I know my own body well."

"It's at least more dignified to die in a wheelchair than in bed."

"Little monitor, don't say that. Maybe... maybe there will be a miracle!"

"It will definitely get better!"

"That's just a lie. I know my body well. Breathing... breathing is already a bit laborious."

...

On the sixth day, Lin Xia found a wooden box and a carving knife.

He said he wanted to make his own urn, something romantic.

Lin Xia originally wanted to carve his wife's portrait, but after thinking about it, it seemed inappropriate, so he decided to carve a portrait of himself kneeling on one knee to propose.

The little strength left in my body is really struggling...

Carved again and again...

Like a pair of old hands, they no longer have any strength.

......

Songcheng.

A nightclub had been cleared out long ago. A middle-aged man with a big belly and a black suit was sitting in the middle of the nightclub, smoking a cigar.

This person is none other than the number one figure in the Green Gang, his name is: Master Du!

There were two other people sitting beside him. One of them was thin, with a big hooked nose and an experienced and cold face. He was nicknamed Master Eagle.

The last one was a plain-looking man of short stature, wearing a grey robe and with a smooth face, known as Mr. Qian Sanye.

The three masters sat in the middle of the hall, surrounded by Green Gang disciples who were all holding pistols to protect them inside and outside.

Just at this moment, Zhao Qingtian brought He Xiu in!

"go!"

"be honest!"

"Oh shit!"

"Let me in!"

Finally, Zhao Qingtian kicked He Xiu in, and the hall was stained with blood.

At this moment, He Xiu was like a stray dog, with knife wounds all over his body. He finally fell to the ground in the middle of the dance hall with a thud.

This White Horse Dance Hall was supposed to be his territory, but now it has been taken over by the Green Gang.

"Master!"

"Master!"

"Have mercy! Have mercy, sir!"

"Wrong! Wrong!"

"I really know I'm wrong this time! Please spare my life, please spare my life, sir!"

He Xiu knelt on the ground and kowtowed frantically to the three people, no longer having any of the aura of the Axe Gang leader.

The three gentlemen looked at him as if he were a dead man.

At this time, Zhao Qingtian walked in holding a long knife, looking extremely arrogant.

When He Xiu saw him, he was like seeing the King of Hell. He backed away madly with a look of fear on his face.

"Ah!"

“Don’t…don’t!”

Zhao Qingtian smiled and said to the three grandfathers, "This kid ran halfway across Songcheng, but I finally caught him back!"

"Damn, this kid can really run! I was so angry I stabbed him twice!"

"Three masters, how should we deal with him?"

"This guy is colluding with the Japanese puppet regime, otherwise I would just chop him up and feed him to the dogs."

...

Sitting at the table, Master Du was the first to speak: "Back then, the three of us from the Qing Gang first set the rules. All underground organizations in Songcheng must not collude with the Japanese puppet regime, and similarly, they cannot help the Communist Party and the Military Control Commission."

"Maintaining neutrality in troubled times will keep us from getting dragged into the flames of war."

"From that day on, this basically became an unwritten rule in Songcheng."

"So, just kill him."

After saying that, He Xiu looked at Master Ying Er in horror.

"Second Master! Second Master! Say something!"

Master Ying Er interrupted Master Du and said, "Brother, you can't say that."

"Since it's unwritten, it's not a rule."

"Besides, Lao He is a first-time offender and hasn't caused any serious harm."

"If you ask me, forget it. Let's be merciful, big brother."

boom!

Master Du slammed the arm of the chair, "Second brother! Don't think I don't know anything about what you did!"

"Zhao Qingtian! Get started! No room for negotiation!"

"Yes! Master Du!"

Bang, the next second, He Xiu fell in a pool of blood.

......

On the seventh day, Lin Xia lying on the hospital bed still failed to carve the urn she wanted.

Lin Xia's breath is now so weak that it is difficult to detect, and her eyes are dull and lifeless.

It's like a lamp that will go out at any moment.

On this day, Division Commander Liu Changkong, the four regiment commanders, and Hu Meir all rushed over and surrounded the hospital bed.

The only one missing was little Aqiao, and no one knew what she was doing.

Hu Meir was crying so hard that she had already become a tearful person.

Lin Xia lay flat on the hospital bed, squinting his eyes and feeling the faint light.

Finally...is it coming to an end?

Everything in the space inside the body disappeared, and the insight function could no longer be used at all.

It's over, it's all over.

Goodbye world.