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Ignoring the astonished people inside, Tang Yue and Tang Jianye pushed open the door and strode towards the secluded room at the deepest part of the cowshed. Although it was only a few steps, their steps were heavy.

The howling north wind, like the wailing of ghosts and howling of wolves, shook the dilapidated cowshed wantonly, as if it were sobbing for the sinful secrets that were about to be revealed.

Tang Yue's eyes were like cold stars in a freezing night, sharp and stern. Sometimes she didn't understand why, when they were all Chinese, they had to act as dogs for people from other countries.

As soon as she reached the door, Tang Yue reached out and pushed the seemingly rickety wooden door without hesitation.

"Who is it?" A wary, rough voice came from behind the door. Tang Yue remained silent, and with a little force, she pushed the thick wooden door that the man was blocking open from the outside.

The door opened, revealing a man's wary face. Zheng Qian was extremely surprised. He knew that the two cowsheds outside had been quite lively today, but they were far from the village, and as long as he and his wife didn't say anything, no one would know what was happening here.

But what's wrong with these people? He didn't provoke them, but instead they came looking for him? And without any warning, they just kicked the door down.

In Zheng Qian's opinion, the door must have been kicked open by the man in military uniform in front of him, otherwise how could such a sturdy wooden door be opened so easily?

A flicker of panic flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

Tang Yue had no intention of engaging in pretense with such a person. With a flick of her finger, two prepared truth serum pills shot out like arrows, accurately entering the mouths of Zheng Qian and the woman in the room.

Before the two could even be on guard, the pill slid down their throats and dissolved without leaving a trace.

The word "vomit" only flashed through their minds before their consciousness blurred, and then their eyes went blank, like statues.

"Who are you people? Why are you in the cowshed?" Tang Yue asked coldly.

You can't tell from the outside, but once you step inside, you'll understand why it's different.

The room was warm and cozy, and although the space inside was not large, it had everything one could need. Half of the room was a heated kang (a traditional Chinese bed-stove), and there was also a small fire wall, the walls of which were clearly made of thick mud bricks.

The furnishings inside the house were nothing like those of someone living in a cowshed; in fact, the house was much wealthier than the homes of the villagers. Of course, this was only what was outwardly apparent.

A quick glance reveals that the two cowsheds Tang Yue and the others had just entered are completely different worlds from this place.

Zheng Qian's eyes were empty and dull, completely devoid of the ruthlessness he had shown just moments before. After Tang Yue finished asking her question, he involuntarily replied, "My name is Zheng Qian, and she is Tan Aihua. We are... spies. We specialize in providing intelligence about China to Russia."

Upon hearing this, Tang Jianye's heart jolted, and a surge of anger welled up inside him. He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, his eyes burning with fury. At the same time, his eyes narrowed, as if he were about to crush the man in front of him at any moment.

Tang Jianye knew that Xiao Yueyue wouldn't come here for no reason, and there were also suspicious things about her conversation with Elder Ke and Elder Xu earlier. At the time, he just thought they were two strange people, but he didn't expect them to be spies.

Tang Yue narrowed her eyes slightly and continued to ask, "How exactly was the intelligence transmitted? Who are your accomplices? Explain everything clearly!"

Zheng Qian's voice was mechanical and numb. "We cooperated with domestic tomb raiding gangs. They secretly transported the precious cultural relics they had excavated, as well as important information about China obtained through other channels, to the cowshed through their online contacts."

Then we'll hide these things in the nearby mountains. Once we've arranged a rendezvous with the Russians, we'll transport them out.

"Where on the mountain?"

“The location is different each time. The two of us will take the opportunity of chopping firewood to go up the mountain to find those extremely hidden and inconspicuous places. We will find the location in advance, dig it up, and then slowly transport the things up and bury them deep.”

"Do you know who the members of all the tomb raiding gangs are? Who is your superior? How do you usually communicate?" Tang Yue's voice was completely flat.

Zheng Qian spoke in a flat, monotone voice, devoid of any emotional fluctuation; he was just a talking machine. “I don’t know how many people there are; we’ve never met any of them. We only communicate through one-way channels. They deliver the goods to the cowshed, tell us the approximate delivery time, and then we just wait for the people from Russia to come and find us.”

"Tell me your contact information."

Zheng Qian began to slowly confess. He revealed the name, characteristics, and secret communication methods of his contact. The Russians always used coded signals, and the people who came were almost always different. It seemed that many people were involved in these activities.

"Are there any other people in the village who are your accomplices?"

Zheng Qian shook his head. "There isn't one in Yiwa Production Brigade. But the trucks that come to deliver goods never unload everything. I think there must be someone in the nearby villages who is in contact with them, but we don't know who it is."

Zheng Qian's words made the two realize that a vast and intricate network of spies was hidden in this expansive farm.

"Any transactions about to be completed?"

"Yes, but they were three days late for the final handover, and we don't know why."

"Why did you become spies?" Tang Jianye finally couldn't hold back and asked the question he most wanted to ask them.

Tan Aihua spoke slowly, her voice filled with numbness: "For money, for status. Russia is very generous, giving us enough money to live a life of comfort and luxury for the rest of our lives."

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