Spy Wars: As long as I'm subtle enough, no one will doubt me

(Dear Yanzu, put your mind here.)

(I have no other intention in writing this book, I just want to enjoy my daily life... I am a player who is living a good life)

Changchun Xinjing, Central Avenue.

"Mrs. Sato, this way please."

Liu Long, who is 1.8 meters tall and wearing a military yellow coat, is handsome and elegant. He smiled and pushed open the heavy door of the banquet hall like a gentleman.

One was wearing a cherry blossom colored kimono and a snow-white fox fur coat.

The woman, whose figure could not be concealed, walked out wearing wooden clogs.

Looking at the snowflakes dancing under the lights at night, the woman sighed: "Liu Sang, the snowflakes remind me of the cherry blossoms in my hometown! But Xinjing is too cold. When winter comes, my knees always hurt a little."

The woman looked up at Liu Long's handsome face with a little beard. She didn't know if it was because of the cold or shyness, but her pretty face was flushed. "Tonight, I have to trouble you to give me a massage. Your unique technique of massaging acupoints is really amazing. My legs felt much better after the last time you did it!"

"That's not good……"

Liu Long smiled at the beauty, glanced at his boss who was drinking and socializing in the banquet hall, and said, "Deputy Director Sato is still socializing. If he goes home, I'm afraid he will misunderstand..."

Mrs. Sato snorted and said resentfully, "He's such a bastard. Wine is his lifeblood! He's as soft as a puddle of mud when he comes back!"

"By the way, Liu Sang..."

Mrs. Sato rolled her eyes and her tone softened again: "I have already found out what you asked me to find out last time..."

Liu Long's heart was moved, but his expression remained calm. "Thank you, ma'am. I will drive you home and give you a set of acupoint massage techniques passed down from my ancestors."

"That's great! Please!"

Twenty minutes later.

Mrs. Sato had changed into a soft silk nightgown and was sprawled out on the sofa.

Liu Long started by massaging the legs, but Mrs. Sato suddenly said she felt a little uncomfortable in her back.

Liu Long was looking for the acupuncture points on Mrs. Sato's back and massaging them while saying, "Winter in Xinjing is very long. Madam, you should pay more attention to exercise. There is an old saying in Zhongzhou, called the harmony of yin and yang. The place you just pointed to is the kidney meridian, which means that your yin energy is too heavy and the body is cold. You can also eat more nourishing mutton..."

"Oh, I see. I remember that."

"Mrs. Sato, have you forgotten? The matter of the newly appointed chief of the Xinjing Police Department... After all, there is a new chief, and I also want to make preparations early and pave the way." Liu Long said with a smile.

Mrs. Sato sat up and moved a little closer to Yanagi Ryu.

"Hehe... Liu-san, you found the right person to ask me for this matter! I knew about this earlier than Sato!"

Mrs. Sato whispered in Liu Long's ear: "I called Kyoto. The wife of the new police chief and I were classmates in the high school department in Tokyo. We have a close relationship. The new police chief in Beijing this time is Taro Ozawa."

When he heard the name, Liu Long was shocked.

Taro Ozawa killed countless compatriots in Zhongzhou during the Battle of Shanghai in the North China Plain and is a Class A war criminal.

"Oh!" Liu Long pretended to be surprised: "It turned out to be him!"

Mrs. Sato said, "Liu-san, you are a smart person. When Mrs. Ozawa comes, do you want me to introduce you?"

"That's great." Liu Long quickly pretended to be flattered.

"But, Liu-san, you have to come and give me massages more often!" Mrs. Sato said with a smile.

Liu Long's immediate superior is Satoda, the deputy director of the Shinkoku Police Department.

Logically speaking, the vacant position of director should be filled by deputy director Satoda.

Who knew that a military commander would be airdropped from Kyoto, Japan.

As a result, Satoda has been very frustrated recently and has been drinking to drown his sorrows.

"Of course, if you feel unwell, you can always let me know."

After getting the information he wanted, Liu Long smiled and said, "Sorry, ma'am, I suddenly remembered that I have some official business at the Police Department, so I'll take my leave now."

Liu Long drove to his residence, the Xinjing Police Department, the family building.

It’s a private residence, a small two-story house, where he lives alone.

When he got downstairs, Liu Long didn't rush home. Instead, he wrote a note on the car with his left hand, took out the money from his wallet, and rolled the note in the counterfeit currency.

He got out of the car, pretending to wear leather gloves, staggered left and right, and looked around.

On my wrist is a British-made Mark 10 mechanical watch, and the time is exactly eleven o'clock.

He called out to a cigarette vendor with a suitcase hanging from his neck on the street corner, "Come here, grab a pack of Dahongqiao!"

"Okay, here you come! One hundred and four!"

"How dare you ask me for money! Look at what I'm wearing? You tactless person, get out of here!"

Liu Long shook off his police coat, kicked the vendor on the butt, and threw the money in his hand into his suitcase.

"Oh, no, can't you just stop doing that?..."

The peddler staggered away, and looked back at Liu Long with a look of reverence and solemnity.

The peddler didn't know who Liu Long was, but he knew there was an agent in Xinjing, code-named "Nighthawk".

The name Nighthawk appears repeatedly in the archives of the Military Control Commission and the Chinese Communist Party and is well-known.

Countless intelligence flowed out safely from his hands, repeatedly helping the CCP to achieve success.

The Military Intelligence Bureau pays attention to Nighthawk because they hate themselves for not having such a capable agent?

And Nighthawk, just like his code name.

In the airtight and tightly surrounded New Beijing, I am like a falcon, soaring freely in the dark night.

No one ever knew who he was.

"Ding, system prompt, Nighthawk intelligence has been sent safely. Intelligence difficulty: low. Gained ten ability points."

Liu Long went home and lay on the bed, holding a cigarette and puffing smoke. His mind moved and a transparent interface appeared in front of him.