I hid my secret agent badge and pretended to be a rookie reporter to sneak into the TV station.
Who would have thought that the monitor hidden in the tree would suddenly fall down while covering a military exercise? What's even more bizarre is that the new military expert always "happens" to appear when I'm looking through confidential files. The encrypted emails my father sent before his death are still locked in my phone, and every senior in the station is trying to test my identity. When my closest senior sister sneaked into the control room late at night to modify the interview materials, I handcuffed her with my own hands! The junior sister who is a crush expert actually used my movement records to report on me - how many pairs of eyes are hidden in this 22-story TV station building?
The National Security Bureau warned me not to touch the clues from the military factory, but when the man pretending to be an expert put the gun to my temple, we saw the same code number in each other's eyes.
Now, it's time for those worms who eat inside and outside to have a taste of what the "exclusive report" of a journalist is.
