Shanghai Patrol: My Intelligence Can Save the Nation

I woke up as the greediest, most cowardly low-ranking patrolman on the Shanghai Bund in 1940.

Lin Mo was in a panic. Other transmigrators became rich heirs or powerful big shots, but he was just a bottom-rung patrolman with empty pockets. Then his [Daily Intelligence System] suddenly activated: three top-secret tips every day, and the beginner’s gift pack gave him the combat prowess of Yan Shuangying!

Greedy and lecherous? You bet! Twisting right and wrong? That’s my specialty! He embezzles Japanese military supplies with one hand and smuggles penicillin with the other. He sells intelligence by the pound. As long as the gold bars are there, he can even find out the color of a Japanese general’s underwear!

“I, Lin Mo, am no good man. But I love my country, and I love money. Luckily, my patriotic deeds tend to be quite profitable.”

He dances between beautiful agents of the Military Statistics Bureau, the underground party’s beloved, and ruthless Green Gang bosses, slipping through the cracks between the 76th Office and the Special Higher Police.

Everyone thinks he’s just a troublemaker, not realizing that he’s tipping the scales of war in the most “shameless” way possible.

As Japanese military secrets keep leaking and their armories mysteriously empty out, the head of the Special Higher Police roars, “Who’s behind this?!”

Lin Mo straightens his tie and glances at tomorrow’s itinerary for a Japanese general in the System. He smiles faintly.

“Don’t rush. You’re next.”