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

Chapter 242 The murderous beggar

Fujiwara gave him one day to ask the people for 20,000.

It's two o'clock in the afternoon now, and it will only take a few hours.

Does this mean that he is capable of doing things?

I hope to leave a good impression on Fujita since I will be working under him in the future.

The more capable he is, the easier it is for him to be reused, and the more opportunities he will have to get into the inner workings of the Mei Agency.

When Sun Lang left home, he didn't call a rickshaw. He planned to find a place to eat on the way.

Just as he was preparing to eat at noon, he happened to see what was happening at the door of the house.

After that, he was only thinking about looting things and forgot about eating. Now his stomach was growling with hunger, and even the Japanese soldiers behind him were growling with hunger.

He could ignore these devils, but he couldn't ignore his own stomach.

At this time, many stalls and shops had already closed. Sun Lang walked halfway before he found a food shop that was still open.

Before I even entered the door, I saw the couple who worked as the boss were already packing up their things.

Sun Lang originally thought about giving up and just buying something to fill his stomach later.

Who knew he just thought so.

The Japs behind had already rushed in with big strides.

The couple were so frightened when they saw the Japanese rushing in that they trembled with fear and it was impossible for them to leave now.

If he left the couple now, he would be in trouble.

This is a small shop. When I walked into the shop, I saw a few Japanese soldiers sitting at one table and Sun Lang sitting at another table alone.

After sitting down, he said to the pale-faced couple:

"What are you still doing? Serve whatever dishes are available, and quickly."

"Hey! Okay, we'll do it right away."

After they came to their senses, they immediately went into the kitchen to prepare.

Sun Lang didn't have to wait long before two dishes and a soup were served.

One dish of stir-fried meat with green pepper, one dish of green vegetables, and one dish of egg drop soup.

No need to order, just eat whatever is available, fast.

The couple were good at doing things. The Japanese had a bigger portion for six people, while he had a smaller portion for one person, so they made just enough for everyone to eat.

"Crackle, crackle, ping, ping..."

As soon as the food was placed on the table, the sound of bowls and plates colliding came from the Japanese side.

The eating scene was like the reincarnation of starving ghosts.

Six people were scrambling to eat, pushing the food into their own bowls.

I’m afraid that if I’m a step late I won’t be able to grab it and will starve to death.

In contrast, Sun Lang ate much more slowly. Actually, he didn't eat slowly, but he chewed each bite carefully before swallowing it.

You can tell from eating one bite after another that the person is indeed hungry.

Not to mention that the food cooked by this couple tastes pretty good and is a bit like the taste of home.

It’s so comfortable to eat, one bite of rice and one bite of vegetables.

Suddenly, Sun Lang shuddered all over, and his sense of danger told him that he was in danger.

He paused in his movement of picking up the dish and swallowed the rice in his mouth with a gulp.

Then he pretended nothing had happened and continued eating.

He could feel that a pair of murderous eyes were staring at him closely.

This murderous intent was not concealed at all and was almost materializing. It shuttled back and forth through his body like a sword.

The other party's murderous intent was too obvious, as if he would strike at any time. Sun Lang tensed up and was secretly alert.

But he resisted the urge to look up at the owner of this gaze.

Anyone who has such strong murderous intentions towards him must be from the Red Party or the Military Control Commission.

If he looked up at this time, he would definitely come into contact with the other party, although he didn't know whether the other party was here to kill him or had some other mission.

To avoid alerting the other party and ruining their business, it is better to pretend you didn't notice.

At the same time, he thought to himself, "How much does this person hate me? How much does he want to kill me? He doesn't even know how to hold back a little. Isn't this too obvious?"

I sighed secretly and pretended not to know and continued eating.

The gaze stayed on him for several minutes before disappearing.

Only then did Sun Lang look outside.

Without any hesitation, he looked in a certain direction. It was the place he had just sensed that the owner of that sight was right there.

But when he looked over, he found that there was only a beggar curled up and sleeping in the corner opposite.

This surprised Sun Lang and he was stunned for a moment. Then he felt something was wrong and opened the system identity scan to take a look.

This time he was surprised again.

"What's going on? That beggar turned out to be the leader of the Military Control Commission's operations team, Gan Xin."

"How did this guy get into this state?"

These were not so bad, but what surprised him the most was that the word "smoker" was displayed behind the other party's identity.

This also reminded him of what happened in the Nanshi opium pipe.

At that time, he saw with his own eyes Gan Xin being forced to smoke opium in the opium den.

At that time, the owner of the opium den was still alive and told him that those who went to smoke opium for the first time would be given a larger amount of opium so that they would get addicted at once.

At that time, he was thinking that Gan Xin was a member of the Military Control Commission after all, and he should have the willpower to quit smoking.

After all, it’s my first time smoking, so it will be easier for me to quit than those old smokers.

But it seems that he hasn't quit smoking opium, and I don't know how many times he smoked before becoming an addict.

The system identity scan will not be wrong. Since Gan Xin has become a smoker, why does he look like a beggar now?

Is there some mission that requires me to dress up as a beggar?

Unfortunately, the system can only scan the other party’s basic information and knows nothing else.

While thinking about these things in my mind, my hands were working quickly.

No matter why Gan Xin didn't attack him just now, it would be better to finish eating and leave early.

Those devils had finished their meal long ago, and the plates were licked clean by the dogs.

But the table was filled with either rice or vegetables, and it was dirty and messy. You could imagine how fiercely they had fought over it just now.

After finishing the last bite, he left the money, picked up his food and walked out.

Seeing this, several Japanese soldiers quickly picked up their guns and followed him.

From beginning to end, these devils had no intention of paying.

The money Sun Lang just gave was enough for their meals, but he didn't plan to treat these devils to a meal. He would have to find someone to reimburse him when he returned.

As for whether reimbursement will be given without receipts?

As long as he mentioned Fujiwara's name, who would dare to deduct his money?

After going out, Sun Lang just took a few steps.

The murderous gaze was fixed on him again.

I resisted the urge to look and waved to the rickshaw next to me.

Oh my god, he should leave as soon as possible!

Being stared at like this all the time was making him almost suffer from a nervous breakdown.

He thought it would be a good idea to leave quickly, but when the rickshaw had gone some distance, he found that the gaze was still on him.

He didn't need to turn around to look, he knew the beggar was following him.

Sun Lang was speechless.

If you want to strike, just strike. What's the point of staring at him and following him? What do you want to do?

Want to know where he works now?

I couldn't stand it anymore, so I said to the rickshaw driver:

"Please hurry up, the faster the better."

"Okay, sit tight then."

As the rickshaw accelerated, he could sense that the line of sight behind him was becoming fainter and fainter until it disappeared.