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

Three hours ago.

In another hospital in the southern suburbs.

Lao Lang had just taken off his hospital clothes and got out of bed.

The nurse standing in front of him was holding a patient record book and recording something.

"The temperature is 36.8 degrees Celsius, normal."

"The wound is healing well."

"Mental state, good."

"Mobility of limbs, good."

"All vital signs are intact."

The young nurse looked at the old wolf doing push-ups in front of her and pinched her chin, feeling a little unbelievable.

Old Wolf One-Handed Push-Ups...

"One thousand and eight, one thousand and nine, one thousand and ten."

"Nurse, are you done? I'm anxious to go back."

The little nurse still felt incredible and circled around the old wolf.

"Normally, it would take at least two to three months to raise it, but it's only been less than a month..."

"Weird guy, what a weird guy..."

"What have you been eating since you were a child?"

The old wolf showed off his hairy chest muscles and smiled, "As for me, I was raised by wolves in the mountains."

"Since I was little, my wolf mother has fed me all kinds of meat, as well as some fruits and other miscellaneous things. Meat is the main food, supplemented by vegetables."

Little nurse: “…”

"What a mess."

"And then he started telling stories."

"Okay, you can be discharged from the hospital starting today."

"Try not to engage in strenuous activities after you return home. It's best to stay at home for a while."

Old Wolf: "Okay."

After the nurse left, Lao Lang felt helpless because he had not told any story at all.

Why doesn't anyone believe it after all this talk? Maybe only the brothers in the Military Control Commission believe it.

It was because a cadre of the Military Control Commission believed what he said was true that he agreed to join the Military Control Commission.

He looked out at the sunlight and grinned, "I heard that South City was occupied by the Communists. I wonder how my junior sister and the others are doing now."

"I hope nothing happens."

...

Just as he was mumbling, Xiao Aqiao rushed in despite the nurse's obstruction.

"Old Wolf!"

"Old Wolf!"

"Get out of the way! I'll be leaving as soon as I'm done talking!"

...

Half a minute later, all the nurses were suddenly knocked to the ground by Xiao Aqiao, and then suddenly appeared in front of Lao Lang.

Lao Lang instantly felt hostile. He could tell at a glance that the woman in front of him was not a good person.

"How did you know my code name? This is a hospital affiliated with the National Army. Who are you?"

Little Aqiao was a little out of breath. It took him about half a minute to straighten up and look at the old wolf.

"I'm Xiao Aqiao, the owner of the Qinghua Building in Binjiang City and the gambling house in South City."

As soon as he finished speaking, Old Wolf was stunned.

"It's you!"

"South City has been occupied by the Communists, and you appear here. Are you... a Communist?"

Xiao Aqiao nodded generously, "That's right."

"I am a member of the Communist Party, and I am also Lin Xia's superior."

"I've heard Lin Xia talk about you before, and I know you have healing abilities far beyond those of ordinary people."

"Lin Xia is seriously injured now. I hope you can save him!"

Old Wolf was startled, "He's injured?"

Xiao Aqiao nodded, and then told him what had happened before and after, and also told him about her meeting with Han Congxue.

Lao Lang sighed. He didn't expect that Lin Xia was still thinking about his junior sister before he died. From this point of view, he didn't hate Lin Xia.

Although they belonged to different parties, they both killed the devils.

Old Wolf looked at Xiao Aqiao and shook his head with a wry smile, "Xiao Aqiao... the owner of the Qinghua Tower, the gambling house, and finally, Lin Xia's superior, and a Communist."

"This really surprised me."

It was hard for him to imagine what there was in South City today that he didn't know.

"Xiao Aqiao, so what do you want to do by calling me here? I do have strong self-healing abilities, I admit that."

"Then what do you mean?"

Xiao Aqiao asked in a serious and pleading tone, "I wonder...if I can have some of your blood."

"Maybe there's still hope..."

The old wolf was stunned.

"what?"

"I say, are you kidding me? Do you think I'm Tang Monk?"

"Eat a mouthful of my flesh and you'll be immortal? Drink a mouthful of my blood and you'll remain forever young?"

"Bullshit!"

Tears welled up in Xiao Aqiao's eyes as she cried, "Please, you are the only one who can save him now."

"We have to treat the dying horse as if it were alive. There is no other way now."

The old wolf was silent for a while, and finally sighed helplessly, feeling a little amused.

If it weren't for Lin Xia, he would have been killed in the explosion. Is this a way of repaying a favor? Maybe.

"Okay, but no one knows whether it will work or not."

When little Aqiao saw that Laolang agreed, she cried with joy.

A few minutes later, Xiao Aqiao was carrying a bag of 1800cc of blood.

Old Wolf lay back down on the hospital bed.

The young nurse looked at Lao Lang’s pale face and said, “One person in the intensive care unit!”

......

On the other side, Nancheng Airport.

Qian Tong received a temporary notice and planned to take people to Songcheng in advance to lay out the Songcheng spy war battlefield in advance.

Han Congxue, Bai Wan, Joker and hundreds of other Military Intelligence Bureau agents are preparing to board the plane.

Han Congxue looked back at Nancheng every few steps. This was her home and it was always difficult for her to leave it.

Qian Tong patted her shoulder and said, "Okay, Rose, don't think about it."

"Now that our party's great cause has not yet been accomplished, we must devote all our heart and soul to it. Everything else is trivial."

He naturally knew that she was thinking of Lin. After all, Nanchengyang was where the two of them had lived for several months.

Han Congxue smiled bitterly and said solemnly, "But why didn't Dad come either?"

"He just said he had something important to do, but I didn't know what he was busy with."

Qian Tong: "Mr. Han is in charge of such a large family business and always has a lot of things to do every day. You have to understand."

Han Congxue: "Be an obedient child? Then I wouldn't have joined the Military Control Commission and would have inherited the family business long ago."

"Okay, let's get on the plane."

"Change the city, change the way of living, change the life, change the people."

Before boarding the plane, Han Congxue shed a tear at the airport in Nancheng.

She had naturally heard about the dangers of Songcheng, and she didn't know if she would have the chance to come back in this lifetime.

As for Lao Lang, Qian Tong just sent someone to inform him to rush to Songcheng after he recovered from his injuries.

...

At this moment, Han Shizhang naturally knew that his daughter was at the airport and was about to rush to Songcheng, but he had more important things to do right now.

Send Lin Xia's soul.

After the seventh day of the soul's death, military cadres from the entire South City arrived at the scene. Many people could only stand in the hospital yard and watch from afar.

Hu Meir stood beside the bed, tears streaming down her face.

"Lin Xia...Lin Xia..."

"Don't die, please don't die..."

Lin Xia was like a small river that was about to dry up, with the weak water flow about to stop and the country about to lose its vitality completely.