My fiancée, who was an ace agent in the military, pointed a gun at my head, with poison in her eyes, and said she would avenge her brother with her own hands.
She didn't know that the brother she had been looking for for ten years died with my own hands three days ago.
She didn't even know that in her eyes, I, the patrol "Chen Guibao" who bullied the weak and feared the strong, and took refuge in Wang Puppet, was the underground party comrade codenamed "Ghost" who had been secretly cooperating with her.
And our common enemy, the deputy director of No. 76 Who handed the gun to her, was my former sworn brother.
He was standing not far away, with a triumphant smile, waiting to watch the show.
