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

Inside the division headquarters, Liu Changkong suddenly spat out a mouthful of water!

"What did you say!"

“You’re going to Songcheng!!!!!!”

"Silly child, what's wrong with you?"

"Do you know where Songcheng is?"

The chief of staff beside him couldn't help but shudder when he heard the word Songcheng.

Although the Japanese and puppet military forces in Songcheng were not strong, they might be able to storm it with a few divisions if they gritted their teeth.

But that place is really special.

Because of the controls of certain treaties, even the Japanese devils dared not act recklessly.

In addition, the local underground organizations have unusual activities, making it even more difficult to launch espionage operations there than in South City.

"Xiao Lin, I know you are doing this because of your wife."

"But do you know the actual situation?"

"Now that you no longer have the cover of your secret service identity, your greatest protection has disappeared."

"I estimate that once you get there, you'll be hacked to death within three days at most."

“So, I don’t agree!”

Liu Changkong said decisively, with a serious and certain look in his eyes, as if he would not waver in the slightest.

Lin Xia smiled faintly, as if she had known that the commander would do this.

Then he calmly took out a warrant from his pocket.

"Commander Liu, please take a look. This is an order from the higher-ups."

Liu Changkong frowned again, took the warrant, and looked at the red stamp on it in surprise.

“It’s actually true.”

"You boy!"

"The boss, this old man, actually..."

"You, ah!"

Lin Xia smiled and said, "Okay, Commander Liu, I know you are worried about me."

"Don't worry, I'll find a way to deal with it once we get there."

"Thank you for your concern, Master!"

As he spoke, Lin Xia saluted Liu Changkong.

Seeing that he had no other choice, Liu Changkong didn't say anything else, but just told Lin Xia as much as possible about his situation.

Try to remind him as much as possible so that he won’t suffer a big loss if he really goes there.

But from the conversation, he found that Lin Xia seemed to know more than he did, as if she had already done a detailed investigation.

After listening to Lin Xia's detailed arrangements, Commander Liu felt a little relieved.

"Since you have made detailed arrangements, I won't say anything more."

"Oh, by the way, when are you planning on leaving?"

Lin Xia thought for a moment and replied, "Two days later, we'll need to wait for another teammate from Binjiang City."

"There are five of us including me this time."

"Okay, I'll see you off in two days!"

"Thank you, Commander!"

......

Half an hour later, Xiao Aqiao and Hu Meir saw Lin Xia walking out of the division headquarters.

"How about it?"

"good."

"Come on, take me to the South Suburbs Hospital."

The two of them were stunned for a moment, "Are you going to find Lao Lang?"

Lin Xia nodded in agreement. "Of course, this time, Old Wolf saved my life. No matter what, I should go over and take a look."

"Okay, then sit tight, you sick patient!"

The next second, Xiao Aqiao stepped on the accelerator and flew out!

"You are the patient!"

......

Songcheng.

The continued activities of the Military Control Commission over the past few days have also attracted the attention of many people, especially the underground black market.

Even several bosses in the underground black market wanted to pay a large sum of money to buy Han Congxue. The ultra-long-range sniping skills in the name of Blood Rose were simply too useful for them.

Among assassination techniques, ultra-long-range sniping is the first-rate, while close combat is the last.

For those black market bosses, sniping not only has a high success rate but is also highly concealed. These black market bosses will never be easily found.

But close combat is different. Not only is it difficult to succeed, but it is also easy for the opponent to find you.

In a conference room in a hotel in Songcheng, Qian Tong had just escorted two underground black market bosses out the door.

In the conference room, Qian Tong closed the door and looked at Han Congxue with a shake of his head and a wry smile.

"Rose, you are really worth a lot now."

"You just heard it too. I want to buy you for a hundred gold bricks."

"Ah, I just couldn't help but sell it to you."

Han Congxue sat lazily on the chair, threw the pistol into the air like a dart and caught it lazily.

Suddenly, he revealed a hint of coldness and said, "Then you can try it."

"See if you three can get out just now."

Hearing this, Qian Tong felt a chill in his heart and smiled bitterly.

"Haha... just kidding, it's just a joke, why take it seriously?"

At this time, Han Congxue suddenly asked, "Why hasn't Senior Brother come yet?"

"Logically speaking, with my senior brother's recovery ability, his injuries should have healed long ago."

"It's inconvenient for me to move around without my senior brother. Can you transfer him back as soon as possible?"

Qian Tong hissed and frowned, "Rose, it's not that I won't do this for you."

"We just spoke on the phone yesterday, and from the sound of it, Old Wolf still seemed very weak."

"It doesn't look like it's almost healed."

"Why don't you call and ask yourself?"

Han Congxue nodded, and followed Qian Tong to the dedicated line transfer room on the second floor.

She had wanted to call her senior brother for a long time, but the ordinary telephone line could not get through, so she could only rely on their Military Control Commission's dedicated line.

......

In the suburbs of South City, Lin Xia also arrived at the hospital and walked through the hospital lobby towards the ward.

The phone rang in the ward where Lao Lang was.

"Hello? Captain Qian Zhan, are you alright? I'll be fine once I'm better..."

“Junior sister!!!”

"Yes, yes, it's me. I miss you too!"

"Brother, didn't you say you were almost recovered a while ago? Why are you now..."

Old Wolf was suddenly stunned by Han Congxue's question.

hiss......

get well?

He was getting better a while ago, but who knew he would have 1,800cc of blood drained out just to save Lin Xia! ! !

Even a cow would be beaten to death if it was beaten so much!

He shuddered when he thought of the day when Xiao Aqiao took the syringe and drew his blood as if he was inflating his trachea.

But how should I tell her now?

He was of course aware of Lin Xia's situation. After thinking about it, he could only say that he was old and his recovery ability was not as good as before.

Han Congxue just believed it, still feeling a little skeptical, but Lao Lang really didn't have any better explanation.

Just at this moment, Lin Xia suddenly pushed the door open and walked in.

Just like that, Shui Lingling stood at the door, holding a bag of eggs and brown sugar...

Seeing that Lao Lang was on the phone, Lin Xia was tactful enough not to say anything. Instead, she freed up one hand to greet Lao Lang.

"hi~"

Old Wolf: “Pfft!!!!!!!!!”