On the eve of the fall of Nanjing in 1937, Shen Yan infiltrated the Japanese intelligence network under the guise of a "dandy staff officer". He drank whiskey with Agent 76 with his left hand, and sent Morse code to Yan'an with his right hand. He still had the transfer order from the Mei Agency in his pocket. When he saw through the lies of the military traitors with his micro-expressions, no one knew that this cynical Jinling young man still had the smell of gunpowder from the explosion of the arsenal last night under his fingernails.
"Counsel Shen, I heard that you are very close to the Japanese consultant?" The boss's probing came with a cold muzzle.
Shen Yan shook his champagne glass and chuckled, but there was a sharp look in his eyes: "Otherwise, how can we send the weapons of the 'Imperial Army' to where they really belong?"
The three identities are like a broken mirror, each side reflects a different color of blood. When the gun of the anti-trafficking team of the military was pointed at him, when the hounds of the Japanese military special high school bit the clues, when the organization mistakenly thought that he had rebelled - Shen Yan danced on the tightrope, weaving the truth with lies, using his life as a bargaining chip, on the invisible battlefield, playing a game of chess that subverted the era.
Until that day, he saw his own photo in the top-secret files of the Japanese army, and the remarks column read: "Mirror surface, highest priority elimination target"...
