"How is it?"

In the Tianjin Concession, a man wearing a tweed coat and a black jazz hat asked in a slightly hoarse voice in the dark place with his head down.

The light did not shine on his face, so he couldn't see his face clearly at all, but he could vaguely see a mole on his chin.

"The organization has sent someone here, I believe it will arrive soon!"

A young man answered this way, and then the middle-aged man lowered the brim of his hat and said again:

"Then you must be careful, you must not be discovered by the Japanese, and you must pay attention to the people on the military tube recently, as they seem to be carrying out the same tasks as us.

In addition, the Japanese also need to check it out. I heard that the person responsible for the mission this time seems to be the ninth group of TSE, known as the Falcon, so I can find a way to find out their details."

"Okay, then you should pay attention too. I feel that someone is eyeing you. You and Sister Mengjiao must be careful."

"We won't have any trouble, don't worry."

After saying that, the two of them left. At this moment, several gunshots suddenly came not far away.

The middle-aged man immediately ran behind a wall. As soon as he poked his head out, he found that the young man talking to him was lying in a pool of blood. He was hit by several bullets on his body, and he seemed to be out of control.

"Little than!"

The middle-aged man looked particularly angry, but he could not do anything out of the ordinary now. It was the Japanese who discovered them and just escaped the disaster.

However, you must remember this revenge, and you must pay the blood debt of the Japanese another day.

He could only watch the Japanese pull Xiao Yu's body back. He pressed down the brim of his hat hard, turned his body stiffly, and walked straight back...

About half an hour later, the middle-aged man appeared in a luxurious mansion, and there were two servants at the door. After seeing the middle-aged man, he smiled and nodded and continued to do things.

Walking through the magnificent door, a lazy woman sat on the sofa in the living room, exuding a mature atmosphere, and the mink scarf on her shoulders looked extremely soft.

She was like a ripe apple, making people want to eat it.

The hairstyle is a typical wavy curl in the Republic of China period. It is slightly coiled, and a few strands of hair cover the forehead, making its lazy atmosphere even stronger.

When she turned her head, a delicate face appeared in the eyes of middle-aged people. A woman was about thirty years old, and of course she might be bigger, just because she was well maintained.

A trace of admiration flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, but then he was buried deeply and walked up to him with some seriousness and said:

"Xiao Yu was discovered. Just now, after we separated, less than three minutes later, he... fell under the Japanese gun."

The middle-aged man looked very angry and couldn't help but clench his fists tightly. So he was an excellent young man who had been with him for three years and had handled many things very well.

But now that he has sacrificed, the middle-aged man feels very sad.

A trace of heartache flashed across the woman's face, she frowned, then closed her eyes and sighed,

"The Japanese should have noticed something, close the No. 1 Connection Location, so no more people can sacrifice."

"But... the location of the No. 1 connector is where we will meet with the people from the organization next time. Is it closed now?"

The middle-aged man looked particularly anxious. This time the task was not as simple as before, because the Japanese dispatched the ninth group of the special high school class, which was the elite among the agents and was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

The lazy woman stood up, walked to the window, looked at the snow piled up in the garden, and said:

"Don't worry, we can send someone to find them, send a telegram first, and ask who is coming?"

"Okay!" The middle-aged man walked down.

When the room was left with only a woman, she couldn't help but tightly wrapped around her clothes and murmured softly:

"I don't know how you are?"

...

The Japanese have already fought with Juntong's people, and Juntong's people have suffered losses. I heard that many people have died.

The fat man received a telegram from the division headquarters before he left, which made Li Feng a little worried. The Japanese agents were not vegetarians. The military tube people suffered such a big loss, which means that the other party's strength is indeed good.

"We have to set off quickly. The battle between the Japanese and Juntong told us that they must have found some clues. If we don't set off, we may not be able to complete the task ahead of them."

The Japanese did a very good job in espionage work, but the Eighth Route Army did a better job in espionage work. I heard that they had instigated people from the Japanese to rebel.

This made the little fat man admire him. After all, he had never seen many Japanese surrenders so far, let alone in rebellion. He probably had eight heads, otherwise he would not have had such ability!

The eagle rubbed his hands, not knowing what he was thinking, and seemed a little excited.

Ergouzi was reluctant to put his gun back. He just wiped it clean and carefully maintained it several times. It was a pity that he could not bring it with him.

The big dog knew that he was sitting there stupidly, anyway, he would do whatever the boss asked him to do.

"Boss, we really should set off, we can't delay this matter!"

The so-called opportunity will no longer be lost, and no more will come. Since the Japanese have found some of their mistakes, they are already one step behind. If they are slowing down, the information will probably be kept in their hands.

"This time we will take a few people here and we will set off in three days. You all prepare for it first."

People who are not familiar with the place in Tianjin, if they weren't with their own people, the fat man wouldn't dare to run over without permission. God knows how many spies there are there.

Xiao Wen is Li Xiaowen. I heard that this was the name my sister used before, but I don’t know what happened to her, but she actually changed her name without authorization. This is a bit of a pity for my ancestors, and I don’t know if my parents vomit blood!

No one knows whether his cheap father and mother would vomit blood. Anyway, the fat man is about to vomit blood now.

My sister is really annoyed. Others use suitcases to organize their clothes. She just packed a box of books.

This box of clothes was not too heavy, and even the Eagle's box was empty, with a few pieces of cloth inside.

But a box of books is different, it is very heavy.

"Sister, why are you doing with such a big box of books?"

The little fat man couldn't help asking, "Isn't it okay to be troubled!"

"I have to have an identity in the past. The teacher has already prepared me for me and let me be a middle school teacher there."

"The teacher... also teaches middle school students!"

Li Xiaopang suddenly felt sorry for the flowers of the motherland. He felt a deep sense of guilt in his heart. Can the elder sister be a teacher?
Chapter completed!