Spy Wars: I have spy skills, it’s so damn cool!

Chapter 214 Plague God Sun Lang

It's already been destroyed like this, and even though some places are still burning, no one is trying to put out the fire.

It's completely unnecessary. The explosion was so thorough that putting out the fire would just be a waste of manpower.

At this time, a Japanese soldier came to the foot of the mountain and said something.

The ridge bends a little further down the mountain.

Then he followed the Japanese soldiers to a hotel and saw the phone on the counter. Yamashita took a deep breath, stood up straight, picked it up respectfully and put it to his ear.

I don’t know what he said on the phone, but my waist was getting more and more bent as I walked down the mountain.

Here, two hours later, the convoy finally returned to Haishi.

Sun Lang and Qingshan Shuyi were going back to the Special High Section, so they got off the car halfway and took a rickshaw back.

After arriving at Xiongtian's office, he watched Xiongtian and Qingshanshu asking and answering questions, and Sun Lang had nothing to do with it at all.

The key point is that he can't leave and can only stand by as a foil.

That would have been fine, but Xiong Tian was clearly asking Qingshan Shuyi, but his eyes were always looking in his direction.

That strange gaze kept scanning over him.

Although there was no danger, Sun Lang felt uncomfortable with that gaze on him.

It was like looking at some object, but also like looking at something dirty.

Sun Lang resisted the urge to look back.

I couldn't stand the sight, so I looked up.

have to.

No wonder I felt that there was something wrong with Yuta's gaze.

That look was like looking at the god of plague.

Who can bear it?

After meeting his eyes, Xiongtian continued to stare at him, looking him over and over again.

In addition to looking at the other person like he was looking at the plague god, Sun Lang also saw vigilance in the other person's eyes, as if he was afraid that he would harm him.

Sun Lang was speechless.

He wanted to kill all these devils.

But the time has not come yet, and he will not take action.

We haven't done anything yet, and look how scared this Japanese guy Xiongtian is.

Finally, the matter was understood.

Yuta arranged things for Aoyama Juichi.

Aoyama Juichi was originally his assistant. After being away for so long, he was very dissatisfied with many things done by the newcomer.

A lot of things were arranged for him immediately.

As for Sun Lang next to him, Xiong Tian still looked at him as if he were a plague god, and said expressionlessly:

"Director Sun, since you are injured, go back and have a good rest. Come back when your hand is healed."

That look and these words made even Qingshan Shuyi next to him realize that something was wrong.

He looked up at Xiongtian, then at Sun Lang, but didn't say anything.

Sun Lang's hand was indeed injured and he couldn't work, so there was nothing wrong with letting him go back and rest.

However, Qingshan Shuyi felt something was wrong, but he couldn’t tell what was wrong.

Sun Lang was very happy to hear the news.

Of course it's good to be able to rest, and he also wants to heal his hand.

At this time, he no longer cared about the look that Xiongtian gave him as if he was looking at a plague god. He didn't care what the look was. If he wanted to look at it, he could look at it. It wouldn't hurt.

By the time the two men left the office, Xiongtian was deeply wounded and angry.

Although the massacre failed, Xiongtian did not scold Qingshan Shuyi and Sun Lang. After all, the main responsibility lay with Yamashita.

Moreover, he still has a lot of things to do that need Qingshan, his assistant, to do.

If you don't scold Qingshan Shuyi, you certainly can't scold Sun Lang either.

After some speculation over this period of time, Xiong Tian felt that Sun Lang was either a member of the Red Party or a member of the Military Control Commission.

But he couldn't find any evidence.

Thinking about the fact that every failed mission during this period was related to Sun Lang, Sun Lang was able to escape safely every time there was an assassination attempt.

The unlucky ones were either the killers he sent or the people he sent to follow Sun Lang who were killed.

Xiongtian thought Sun Lang was a plague god.

He also felt that Sun Lang was incompatible with him, so he immediately arranged for him to rest as soon as he returned.

He now didn't dare to let Sun Lang go on the mission, and decided to leave him alone first, out of sight, out of mind.

Sun Lang has no idea what Xiong Tian is thinking now.

Even if he knew, he still hoped that Xiongtian would have wild thoughts.

As long as you don't cause trouble for him, don't always stare at him or doubt him, you can think whatever you want.

After returning home, Sun Lang lay on his newly bought rocking chair.

I saw it on the road when I just came back, so I bought it. Now I am rocking it comfortably.

It’s a pity there are no melon seeds, otherwise it would be more comfortable.

"But there are no melon seeds but there is beef!"

He made sure to eat raw beef for every meal, every day until his hands healed.

He wanted to see to what extent his hands could recover with the nourishment of this raw beef.

He took out the beef from the space, tore open the bag directly with his mouth, and then took big bites.

Sun Lang felt that his teeth were much better now. Before, it took him a long time to tear off a small piece of beef, but now he could easily bite it off in one bite.

He was not in a hurry. He tore off a piece and lay back in his chair, chewing it slowly and savoring it.

The more you chew, the more flavorful it becomes, and the softer and smoother it becomes, with an excellent taste.

Normally it would take him ten minutes to finish a piece of beef, but now it took him half an hour.

After eating, I lay down in the rocking chair and went to sleep.

There were two more stones in my hand before I fell asleep.

Just now in the office, Yuta's look still made him feel a little uneasy.

Who knows if the other party will send assassins to kill him again, so it’s better to be vigilant.

He adjusted the blanket around himself, tilted his head and fell asleep in an instant.

But not long after, Sun Lang frowned in his sleep, as if he had a bad dream.

Then he shuddered all over and woke up suddenly.

After opening his eyes and seeing clearly where he was, Sun Lang took a deep breath and lay back down.

Thinking of the dream he just had, Sun Lang cursed.

"Damn it, it's over and I'm still dreaming about this."

Sun Lang guessed that the massacre might have concerned him too much, so even after it was over, he would still dream about it when he slept.

Don’t be fooled by the fact that he drove an A4 fighter jet and killed so many Japanese soldiers, bombed the Japanese military base, and killed so many devils.

In fact, I have always felt a little uneasy.

This uneasiness mainly comes from the last incident involving the female workers.

Even though we saved the person, the incident still couldn't be avoided.

That's why when they knew that a massacre was going to happen, although Sun Lang looked calm, he was actually in a state of anxiety.

Until he personally wiped out the Japanese troops in Nanshi, until now the matter is over.

Sun Lang felt relaxed all over, but the dream he just had made him feel a little depressed.

After taking a few deep breaths, Sun Lang felt that his good mood was affected by the dream he had just had, so he didn't take it too seriously.

I no longer think about these things.

Since he couldn't sleep, Sun Lang decided to find something to do.

Since he was free now anyway, he decided to check the dead mailbox to see if the Red Party needed anything.

Or is there any mission?

He did it as he thought. He lifted the blanket and stood up, put the two stones in his hand into the space, then opened the door and went out.

Nanshi.

Inside a temporary office, it was pitch black.

There was only a vague figure standing motionless by the window.

sudden,

The figure's body trembled slightly, and a strange laugh was heard.