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

Chapter 213 Fujiwara Support

Sun Lang was speechless. He had swallowed the day lily and digested it into excrement when these Japanese devils arrived.

How did the Japanese army occupy their land?

Just relying on the guns they have? And the cannons and the airplanes?

Yet this is indeed the case.

Sun Lang shook his head and stopped thinking about it. There are some things that you cannot think about, as thinking about them will only make you upset.

Just as I was about to turn around and go back to hide, I was stopped by Qingshanshu who appeared out of nowhere.

"Director Sun, the reinforcements are here. Let's go! Let's follow them."

Sun Lang: ...

Is there anything wrong with this person's mind?

Why are you joining in the fun at this time? Are you thinking that you are not dying fast enough, and a slap in the face hasn't taught you a lesson?

No matter who this person is, if the two of them get close to him, they will be in trouble.

Now he couldn't leave even if he wanted to. It was good enough that he wasn't seen, but now that Qingshan Shuyi asked him to follow, he could only follow behind the car.

The convoy drove directly to the abandoned Japanese military base.

Sun Lang saw him sitting in front of the abandoned camp at the foot of the mountain from a distance.

He staggered to his feet after seeing the convoy.

When the military truck stopped, a Japanese officer got out of the second military truck.

After the other party came down, he didn't say a word. He strode to the bottom of the mountain and slapped him in the face.

Sun Lang reflexively glanced at Qingshan Shuyi beside him.

I wondered if the other person's face would be the same as Qingshan Shu's, and it would be swollen like a pig's head and shiny with oil.

Thinking of that scene, Sun Lang couldn't help but tremble.

Shan Xia was caught off guard and was beaten to the ground but then he got up again.

As if he didn't feel any pain, he lowered his head and said, "I deserve to die, General, please calm down."

"Snapped……"

Fujiwara slapped him again without saying anything. He was obviously very angry and his face was full of anger.

After receiving the call, he rushed over with his men without stopping, but who knew that he would be greeted by such a dilapidated scene.

The corpses of Japanese soldiers on the streets made him so angry that he couldn't calm down.

No matter what the reason, so many Japanese soldiers died, the man in front of him is unforgivable.

When the officer came out that day, Sun Lang recognized him as General Fujiwara of the Haishimei Agency.

Not only did he recognize it, but Qingshan Shuyi behind him also recognized it.

He hurried forward. Sun Lang originally wanted to watch the fun from behind, but now he had to follow.

The two of them timed their move perfectly. By the time they reached Fujiwara's side, the other party had already slapped him twice.

Looking at the ruins still filled with smoke, the more I looked, the more the fire in my heart could not be extinguished.

He wanted to know what exactly happened, but no one had come to explain it to him.

He didn't want to talk to the person in front of him at all.

Looking at the ruins in front of me, I thought of the corpses of Japanese soldiers I had just seen on the street.

Fujiwara knew that the Japanese armed forces in Nanshi were completely destroyed.

He is just here to provide support, and he has no say on the specific follow-up arrangements.

Since there was no need for support, there was no need for him to stay here.

When I turned around to go back to the car, I saw two people standing next to me.

If you look closely, it looks familiar.

"General Fujiwara."

"General Fujiwara."

Sun Lang was a step slower and shouted from behind, continuing Qingshan Shu's words.

At this time, Fujiwara remembered who the two people were. They were both people around Yuta from the Special High Police.

He also knew that the two were here to carry out a mission.

When he thought of this, he no longer had a good face towards the two of them.

"They are all a bunch of trash." He cursed and then turned and left.

But before getting on the car, he said dissatisfiedly: "Follow us, the Japanese base is gone, what's the point of you two staying here?"

Fujiwara didn't have good intentions and wanted to take the two men back to Hai City.

He just wanted to know from these two people what happened specifically in Nanshi.

In this way, when he returns, he will be able to explain the situation in Nanshi clearly to his superiors.

But Fujiwara came in a truck, and there was only one seat on the truck.

He turned around to look at the two people who had not left the car yet, first glanced at Qingshan Shuyi, and then looked at the Chinese man.

He remembered the other person, his name seemed to be Mao Wulang.

I've seen him once before and I have some impression of this guy.

Although he is obviously Yutian's subordinate, Yutian does not believe him and thinks that Mao Goro might be a spy, but he cannot produce any evidence.

For this massacre plan, Yuta told him that he would arrange two people to help, but he didn't expect that he was one of them.

Thinking of this, he asked Sun Lang.

"Mao Wulang, can you drive?"

"meeting."

Sun Lang hesitated and nodded, wondering why Fujiwara asked this?

You don't want him to drive!

But isn't there a Qingshan tree next to him? Why don't you ask the other person? Ask him instead.

"Then you drive."

Just as he finished speaking, Qingshanshu next to him suddenly remembered something.

He hurriedly said, "General, I can drive too, let me drive!"

Sun Lang also said:

"General, my hand has been injured several times, and I may not be able to drive for a while."

I really wonder if this person has no eyes?

His hands were wrapped like this, yet he was still allowed to drive.

Sun Lang also wanted to heal his hand, so when he bandaged it, his thumb was also included.

If he really wants to drive, he can only use one hand to steer the wheel. With a military truck like this, and a bumpy dirt road like this, it is difficult for him to control the steering wheel with one hand.

Besides, there were so many people who could drive, so he was too lazy to go up and cause trouble for himself.

If you can push it away, you must push it away.

Sun Lang raised his injured hand. The doctor seemed to be afraid that Sun Lang would come to him again, so he wrapped his hand with three layers inside and outside. The three layers on the right side made it impossible to tell that it was a hand.

At that time, the doctor was thinking of wrapping it in a few more layers to see how bad the injury was.

If he gets injured again, he really won't be able to recover.

Fujiwara couldn't help twitching at the corners of his mouth when he saw his hand turned into a mess.

He looked at Qingshan Shuyi again, then looked away with some disgust.

Then he waved his hand impatiently and said:

"Assistant Qingshan, please get in the car quickly!"

Seeing Qingshan Shu drive away, Sun Lang breathed a sigh of relief, then walked to the third military truck and opened the door.

Said to the devil in the co-pilot seat:

"Get down and sit in the back."

"Hi!"

As the director of the Special High Technology Department, it was impossible for him to sit in the back carport.

In his daily life here, of course he wants to do whatever makes him comfortable.

After he pushed the man out, he naturally sat in the passenger seat, and the car slowly started up.

Fujiwara came and left quickly this time, bringing five or six trucks of Japanese soldiers and some machine guns and other things, and left the same way he came.

Not even a single person was left at the foot of the mountain.

Anyway, Nanshi has become like this now, and the battle is over.

There is no need to leave anyone behind. The remaining people in Nanshi can handle the aftermath.

The convoy left the foot of the mountain without any reaction, with his head lowered, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Then he turned around and continued to stare blankly at the still burning ruins.