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

Half an hour later, Lin Xia and Wang's mother set off for Xiongshan Taoist Temple...

Just as Lin Xia thought, the old Taoist priest could save her.

Mother Wang's blood and energy are not yet exhausted, and there is still a glimmer of hope for recovery.

The old Taoist wiped away the dust and said slowly, "You two."

"Fortunately, the old man came early enough."

"After the old Taoist gives you acupuncture and a period of rest and recuperation, your life will be extended until you die of old age."

...

Lin Xia and Old Wang were waiting outside the door. After a while, the old Taoist finally came out, supporting his old mother.

You know, before this, Wang's mother couldn't even open her mouth.

"Son..."

"mother!"

Old Wang rushed over and helped Wang's mother onto the chair.

"This...Thank you so much, Taoist Priest!"

"This is too magical, this..."

The old Taoist priest used a few needles to stimulate my mother's meridians, which gave her some strength, but she still needed to rest after that.

"benefactor!"

"from now on!"

"My life, Old Wang, is yours!"

Lin Xia smiled and shook her head, "Okay, pack up and follow me down the mountain."

"Yes, benefactor!"

...

Afterwards, Lin Xia reminded him again and again that he must not tell anyone about the fact that he knew martial arts!

Even the brothers of the Coachmen's Guild.

Old Wang could sense that Lin Xia was not that simple, and the first thing that came to his mind was... this person was definitely not a running dog or traitor.

The rickshaw pullers' association, to put it nicely, is called the rickshaw pullers' association, to put it bluntly, it is a group of rickshaw pullers.

Hundreds of people were pulling carts in the city all day long. They'd seen all sorts of people, from the Military Control Commission to the Communist Party. It was no exaggeration to say that a year wouldn't have gone by without pulling three or two hundred carts.

So this is not a strange thing for Old Wang.

It's just hard to tell whether Lin Xia is a member of the Military Control Commission or the Communist Party...

Of course, he didn't care about these.

Old Wang is a grateful person. Since he saved his mother's life, it belongs to the other person!

For the next whole day, Lao Wang gathered the drivers according to Lin Xia's description and searched the city!

Lin Xia was tossing between the Secret Service Bureau and home, but what puzzled him was... why didn't his wife come home yet?

Logically speaking, my wife should have gotten off work a long time ago, right?

It's already afternoon, where is my wife?

Finally, Lin Xia always felt something was wrong and ran to the hospital to look for it... but nothing.

Not in the hospital, not at home, could it be Dexing Pharmacy?

What mission are you going to carry out again?

......

In a dilapidated thatched house in a corner of the west city.

"Sister Xue, thank...thank you."

"If it weren't for you, my life would probably be..."

A woman with a refined appearance, wearing a coarse cloth dress and short hair with a red headband, was lying on a pile of straw in the house.

There was a bloody hole in her chest, obviously a gunshot wound, and the blood dyed the thatch red.

Her name is Sun Xiaoyu, code name: Swift.

Last night, after she separated from the Gray Bird, she was chased all the way and ran through countless streets.

But in the end, he was shot while being surrounded by spies. Just when he thought he could not escape, a woman with long hair suddenly appeared.

With his superb marksmanship, he saw the spies falling to the ground one after another from an unknown distance!

This person is none other than Lin Xia’s wife...Han Congxue.

"Okay, stop talking."

"Hold on to this stick."

"Hold on, it will be fine soon."

The next second, Han Congxue dug the bullet out of his chest with a knife! Sprinkle alcohol on it to disinfect it!

"Ahhh!"

...

Suddenly, the swift collapsed on the thatch, sweat on his forehead.

"Okay, it's okay."

"Just rest from now on."

"You're a Communist, right?"

"Is there any way you can contact your organization like this?" Han Congxue asked.

Yuyan was a little confused after hearing this. Although he could guess something, but...you just said it so fluently?

"You...are the Military Control Commission? Right?"

Han Congxue kept silent, "Don't worry about it."

Yuyan continued to ask: "Since you are the Military Control Commission, why... did you save me..."

"I heard that one day we're going to have a life-and-death fight."

Han Congxue paused and said calmly, "Alright, I don't care if you die or not. Now our country is in trouble and the Japanese are rampant."

"We're all fighting the devils. Since I can save you, I won't just stand by and watch."

"Okay, take good care of yourself."

"I have some anti-inflammatory medicine here for you to take first."

"Well...thank you, Sister Xue."

"Oh, by the way, Sister Xue, your marksmanship... is amazing."

"Can you teach me later?" Swift said, blinking her cute big eyes.

Han Congxue smiled faintly, "Okay, when you join the Military Control Commission, I will teach you step by step."

Swift: “…”

This is like farting.

"By the way, you haven't told me yet, how do you contact your organization?"

"It's okay here for the time being, but it won't be long before those spies will be able to investigate here." Han Congxue said solemnly.

Yuyan thought for a moment and replied, "My organization is very strong. I believe they will be able to find me."

Han Congxue was obviously a little unconvinced.

Yuyan naturally knew where to meet, but even if Han Congxue saved her, he was still a member of the Military Control Commission and would never tell her where to meet.

......

By sunset, the 800 rickshaw drivers had been searching the city for almost the entire day.

Finally, near dusk, there was a glimmer of hope.

On the small road west of the city, Old Wang pointed to a thatched cottage and said solemnly, "Benefactor."

"It's over there."

"One of our little brothers who lives nearby said that someone suddenly moved into that little house that night."

"That shabby house has been uninhabited for years, and the person who moved in was a woman with short hair."

"It's basically what you said."

Lin Xia looked towards the thatched hut solemnly. It was a very remote place, and it would be difficult for the agents from the Secret Service to find it.

"Okay, wait here for me, I'll go take a look."

...

When I reached the thatched hut, I felt as if I had sensed a familiar presence within my body...

At the same time, Han Congxue in the house also heard footsteps. He instantly became alert and tightened his grip on the gun, loading the bullet.