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

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Boy, is that so direct?

What a pity, facing such a stunning beauty as Iceberg Beauty.

I, Liu Long, can only have room for the Party and the People in my heart!

Liu Long apologized repeatedly and said that he would definitely give Miss Wang a massage again in the future.

After sending Wang Yuyan into a car, Liu Long drove around the streets on the snowy night for a few laps.

After making sure that no one was following him, he parked the car far away and knocked on Zhao Qingru's door.

I used to often see Zhao Qingru fiddling with flowers and plants on the windowsill, but this is the first time I’ve visited Zhao Qingru’s home.

Zhao Qingru opened the door, and a fresh and elegant body fragrance greeted her.

The floors are old but spotless.

The room was clean and tidy.

This is much better than the doghouse where his single man lives.

"come on in……"

Zhao Qingru pretended to look at the snowy night outside, looked left and right, and when she saw that it was safe, she whispered to Liu Long to come in.

Liu Long smiled and said with ease: "Teacher Zhao's home is much cleaner than mine."

Zhao Qingru received Liu Long's praise, and her pretty face blushed: "Liu Tong..."

Liu Long put his index finger to his mouth and made a gesture of silence. He first picked up the phone on the table and looked at it for a while.

Then he followed the end of the telephone line to check if there were any eavesdropping devices to ensure the safety of Zhao Qingru's home.

A man in a long gown and a plain hat walked out of the basement of Zhao Qingru's house and smiled: "I checked everything when I came here."

Liu Long looked over and unexpectedly it was Lao Zhao!

"It's a bit dangerous for us to meet at this time..." Liu Long was a little worried.

Old Zhao locked the door and said with a wry smile, "I heard from Comrade Qingru about your plan. It's too shocking! ... So I broke the rule of single-line contact and I have to meet you today no matter what!"

Liu Long sat down, took off the bracelet from his wrist and rolled it up, with a stern look on his face: "This is the best idea I can think of. There are six tons of gold in total. Xinjing and Changchun are in the center, Liaoning is in the south, and Heilongjiang is in the north. They are all in the hands of the devil. The land is vast and the resources are abundant. How easy is it to transport it out by land?"

Lao Zhao pondered and said, "That's true. So I've thought about your plan again and again, and I want to report it to the Shaanxi-Gansu organization and get their consent."

Liu Long smiled bitterly and said, "Things change so much. I can listen to you on other matters. But you must listen to me on this matter. There is no need to contact the organization again."

Liu Long was really afraid that Lao Zhao was too stubborn and would attack by force.

What's more, this time there is a squadron of the Kanto Army, led by the well-trained Chiyo Shizuko.

Even if a miracle happened and they stormed the place, the six tons of gold still couldn't be safely transported away.

"But..." Old Zhao sighed, "This matter is too important! There can't be any mistakes."

Lao Zhao rarely smokes, but today he lit up a cigarette from Liu Long, took a deep puff, and looked at Liu Long seriously while holding the cigarette: "I'm going to use the radio to report to the organization."

Lao Zhao's move to use the radio station is very risky.

It also made Liu Long very embarrassed.

Lao Zhao wanted to report to the organization and confirm that the plan was a good idea.

But the problem lies at this critical juncture.

Using the radio at this time will cause great risk of exposure.

Seeing Lao Zhao so stubborn.

"Let me think about it."

Liu Long frowned, stood up, folded his bracelets, unbuttoned his collar, and paced around the room.

How to use the radio to escape detection by the Secret Service and the Security Bureau.

It can also ensure the safety of the telegraph operator who sent the telegram.

This all requires an opportunity.

But it is already the end of the year, and in five days, the gold transportation plan will begin.

Time is tight.

You can’t just wait for opportunities, you need to create them yourself…

Zhao Qingru sat on the sofa, with her legs closed and placed at an angle.

Staring at Liu Long's profile intently.

It was the first time she saw Liu Long looking so serious and solemn, and her heart began to beat fast.

Zhao Qingru initially thought that Liu Long was just an informant developed by the underground party.

But when Zhao Qingru rescued Li Liejun, an underground party member who was mistakenly captured, he knew that Liu Long was definitely a revolutionary comrade with a sincere heart.

And it is both professional and popular.

But now Zhao Qingru tasted something else.

Her uncle, Lao Zhao, is the secretary of the Changchun underground party, but Liu Long still has to make decisions on many things.

What does this mean?

Liu Long has an absolute identity.

Maybe he's an agent...

And this is no ordinary agent.

Whenever Zhao Qingru thought of this, he felt his heart beating so fast that it felt like it was about to jump out of his throat.

Nighthawk, these two words are about to come out...

Thinking of the legendary underground party's ace agent right in front of him, Zhao Qingru became extremely confused.

Liu Long thought for a long time and sat down again: "I have an idea..."

Old Zhao's eyes lit up: "What method?"

Liu Long suddenly stopped talking and glanced at Zhao Qingru.

Old Zhao understood and nodded: "Qingru, Chief Liu and I have something to talk about alone, please step aside for now."

Zhao Qingru nodded, looked at Liu Long, and picked up the empty cigarette box from the table: "You are out of cigarettes, right? I'll go buy you some cigarettes. Do you only smoke this brand?"

"Okay, thank you for your help, Comrade Zhao." Liu Long nodded with a smile.

After Zhao Qingru left, Liu Long looked at Lao Zhao seriously and said, "Let me use the identity of Nighthawk and act again. This way, the attention of the Special Agent Department and the Security Bureau can be diverted to me. At the same time, you and the comrades who manage the radio station send a message to the organization. I will help you delay time..."

"What? That won't do!" Lao Zhao's face changed drastically: "The organization would rather not have the six tons of gold than let you reveal your identity!"

Liu Long laughed: "Who said we have to reveal our identities? Tomorrow night, let's do this..."

After hearing what Liu Long said, Old Zhao's expression eased a little, but he was still stern. He sighed and said, "This is a little too dangerous."

Liu Long shook his head and smiled bitterly: "This is the only way. Gao Mu from the Special Agent Department has not made any moves recently. He must be keeping an eye on our radio station. Only when Nighthawk reappears will they pay great attention and shift their attention back to me."

Risking his own life to save the radio station...

Old Zhao was in a dilemma, his expression was moved: "But, this..."

Liu Long laughed, patted Lao Zhao on the shoulder, and comforted him in a slightly exaggerated manner: "Don't forget, who am I? Can I be discovered? At that time, the internal investigation, the colleagues in the Central Police Department reported it, and they all said that if you, Liu Long, are an underground party member, then the entire police department is an underground party member..."

Old Zhao sighed and wanted to say something.

Liu Long stood up and said, "Let's do it this way. I'll leave in a moment and greet you according to the old rules tomorrow."

Seeing that Liu Long was determined, Old Zhao had no choice but to nod heavily.

"Waiter, get the bag of Dahongqiao."

Zhao Qingru went out to buy cigarettes and bought a pack of Dahongqiao, but Yu held the empty cigarette box in his hand and was reluctant to throw it away.

It was snowing heavily outside and it was quite cold, but Zhao Qingru didn't feel cold at all.

She stepped on the crunchy snow with her thick cotton boots and put the empty cigarette box to her nose and smelled it.

There was a smell of tobacco, and seemingly the warmth of Liu Long's body.

Zhao Qingru felt that her behavior was a bit silly. She stuck out her tongue, but was reluctant to throw away the empty cigarette box and hid it in her pocket.