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

Lin Xia brought a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes and two bowls of rice and asked, "What's wrong, honey?"

"What are you waiting for? Come and eat."

"Try my cooking this time, it's definitely better than last time!" with a somewhat proud expression.

Han Congxue nodded, "Well, okay..."

At the dinner table, Lin Xia looked at Han Congxue in a daze, with chopsticks at her mouth, not knowing what she was thinking.

Han Congxue only took a few bites of the food and his eyes turned as if he thought of something.

Suddenly, the bowl of rice fell off the table.

She stared at Lin Xia's reaction!

In a flash, Lin Xia seemed to notice Han Congxue's gaze just as she was about to reach out.

Wife...you are playing tricks on me.

Want to see your own reaction to determine if you know martial arts?

After noticing this, Lin Xia didn't react at all and let the bowl of rice fall to the ground with a bang.

Two seconds later...

"Oh, wife."

"How can you be so careless? Quick, get out of the way and let me clean it up."

Lin Xia bent down and cleaned up as if pretending to do so.

Han Congxue: “…”

Such slow reaction speed, it has nothing to do with the shadow...

For a moment, Han Congxue laughed at herself. She actually suspected that her husband, who was so weak that he couldn't even tie a chicken, was a shadow? Was there something wrong with her?

"Sorry, I was careless just now. Let me clean it up..."

......

Lin Xia will go to work early tomorrow morning. The workload in the Secret Service Bureau has been three to five times the normal amount in the past two days.

Especially the material records of their logistics department, and the bills for various transactions made Lin Xia's eyes dazzled.

But this is also a good thing, Lin Xia can get a lot of benefits from it.

No one would be able to tell if he made a few fake accounts among thousands of bills, and every time he did this, Lin Xia would make a lot of money.

How did he manage to rise so high within the Secret Service this year? Was it because he kept giving gifts? Where did the gifts come from?

Of course, let them pay for it themselves! The wool should be reaped from the sheep!

After inserting a few fake bills, ten more small yellow croakers were obtained!

suddenly...

"quick!"

"quick!"

"Team one, team two, follow me!"

...

Lin Xia was attracted over there.

In front of the Secret Service building, Chen Feng was busy giving orders, with an anxious and heavy expression on his face.

After learning more about it, I realized that the arrangements for the anniversary of his death have begun today. All areas from the city to the cemetery in the mountains behind the city are on alert!

Almost all the members of the Secret Service were mobilized, even many logistics personnel were sent out.

"Yulan, how's it going? Do we have enough manpower?"

Li Yulan shook her head, "Still not qualified enough to be a section chief."

"There are fifty-two teams scattered around the streets surrounding the headquarters. We're at least twenty more short!"

"How about... using some reserve personnel?"

Chen Feng frowned tightly, "This is the only way now."

"Quick, arrange for manpower immediately."

"If things get delayed, no one will be able to explain to General Takeshita!"

Li Yulan: “Yes!”

All the spies in front of the Secret Service building had nervous expressions on their faces, their brows furrowed, and what was rare was that all of them were armed with guns!

A tense atmosphere instantly filled the air, and even inside the Secret Service building one could hear the footsteps of patrolling Japanese soldiers outside.

As teams of spies left, Chen Feng turned around and met Lin Xia.

He frowned and said, "Lin Xia, I was just about to go find you."

"How many people do you have left in the logistics department? Take them all and go to guard the city gate."

"Hurry! Work hard these next two days. The anniversary ceremony the day after tomorrow must not go wrong!"

Lin Xia nodded and said, "There are probably about a dozen more people. I'll take them there right away!"

"quick!"

A quarter of an hour later, Lin Xia led all the logistics staff to the city gate. What she saw along the way was even more spectacular than she had imagined...

At least thousands of Japanese soldiers were on guard. White funeral flowers were hung inside and outside the city, and a white carpet was spread from the headquarters in the city to outside the city.

Lin Xia watched all this with a trembling heart. It wasn't even the day yet, and it was already like this. It was hard to imagine what the scene would be like on that day...

Now I only have one thought... my wife... please don't cause any trouble!

I patrolled from morning till evening...

After returning home, the sky fell!!!

After Lin Xia entered the room... "Wife, wife? Have you eaten?"

After walking around, Lin Xia frowned. His wife was not at home.

Entering the bedroom, a note was found on Han Congxue's dressing table.

Lin Xia frowned and lifted it up slightly, then her body trembled.

"Lin Xia, you should know what mission I'm going to carry out."

"Of course I'll be smarter than you think."

"If I can't come back, I hope... I'll stop being a spy and live a good life."

"There are some ribs stewed specially for you in the pot. Heat them up before eating."

"goodbye..."

——Han Congxue

Lin Xia held the note tightly in both hands and closed her eyes.

In this situation, she wants to assassinate...isn't that nonsense!

But after thinking about it, I thought my wife wouldn’t be so stupid as to assassinate me directly like she did yesterday.

The spareribs smelled delicious, but Lin Xia found them bland. As she listened to the patrolling teams of spies outside, she became more and more worried.

...

Lin Xia was not the only one worried, as were the Eighth Route Army cadres far away in the suburbs...

Lei Wanjun had just learned about the Japanese's alert situation through an informant in the city, and even took photos.

In the far suburbs, at the Eighth Route Army base, an oil lamp was lit in a simple thatched house.

By the light of the oil fire, Brigade Commander Lei Wanjun felt a chill in his heart as he looked at the photos one by one.

In the photo, the Japanese soldiers were standing in groups, the security in the city was extremely tight, and murderous intent burst out among the secret sentries.

Even from the photos you can see the tense atmosphere.

"Brigade Commander, it's impossible for anyone to complete the task of killing the Japanese general under such circumstances."

"The mission itself is unreasonable."

"Without any backup, Shadow can't possibly complete such a heaven-defying mission!"

"Devil Major General, Brigade Commander! Our brigade has fought all over the country and still hasn't killed a single Devil Major General. Let's let Shadow do it all alone..."

As he spoke, Chief of Staff Zhou Wu sighed heavily.

Lei Wanjun clenched his fists tightly, this mission was of great importance.

Takeshita is one of the main personnel commanding the Japanese in the remote suburbs. Killing Takeshita can greatly disrupt the Japanese's actual combat command in the remote suburbs, allowing our troops to find more combat gaps.

But if you think about it carefully, how could this task be accomplished by one person?

"That's all..."

"I didn't think well enough."

"Send a telegram to Xiao Aqiao immediately and tell him to tell Yingzi to ensure his own safety first. This mission will be carried out when the opportunity arises. If you don't find the right time, don't take any risks."

"Yes, Brigade Commander." Chief of Staff Zhou Wu replied.

...

A telegram was sent.

In the middle of the night, little Aqiao sneaked into Lin Xia's house...

During the day, the Secret Service was on high alert. With the anniversary approaching and time running out, Xiao Aqiao had no choice but to resort to this desperate measure...

In the bedroom, Lin Xia was already alert.

Lying on the warm bed in the darkness, he still held the long knife in his hand.

Xiao A came up quietly, and suddenly the long knife was placed on his neck!

"who!"

"I!"

Lin Xia recognized Xiao Aqiao's voice...

The light came on, and Lin Xia swallowed as she looked at the graceful little Aqiao lying on the bed.

"No, Sister Qiao, why are you climbing onto my bed in the middle of the night?"

"You don't have to come home. If you want to do something, we can go to Qinghua Building..."