Shooting athlete Qian Haoran woke up one morning to find himself inexplicably transported to the Republican era...
With great power comes great responsibility. He'd planned to lie flat, but during a session of torture, he accidentally awakened his Strange Eyes...
Military Statistics Bureau: “I'm just a lowly police officer, Qian. I've got old folks and kids to support. Not a cent less than the bonus you promised, or Boss Dai will have to find someone else!”
Central Bureau of Investigation: “I'm happy to kill Japanese soldiers, Qian, but we can't act on impulse. Playing the long game is the best strategy! If you want to improve efficiency, gold bars are the lubricant!”
Special Higher Police: “Don't worry, sir, your business is my business. I'll make sure everything is done beautifully. Of course, with ample funding, we'll get twice the results for half the effort!”
Communist Special Operations Division: “You can count on me, Organization. I'll get the job done. Why would I ask for money to kill Japanese soldiers? Chief, are you trying to insult me? Do you take me for an outsider?”
If you're good with a gun, you have to learn to hide your skill, or you'll end up celebrating too soon and paying the price! Fortunately, with the Strange Eyes, I'll never go hungry. These eyes can do more than see in the dark...
Check in, handsome guys and beauties, I wish you all a night of singing and dancing, a happy day, a lot of money every year, good health and a long life [sending heart][sending heart][sending heart]
Check in, handsome guys and beauties, I wish you all a night of singing and dancing, a happy day, a lot of money every year, good health and a long life [sending heart][sending heart][sending heart]