In Beiping in 1927, Lin Yan is still scraping together scraps from the street and struggling to survive when his origins are revealed: he is actually the grandson of Tanaka Giichi. Using this secret identity, he travels to Tokyo to lie low. He had hoped to disappear into the chaos of the times, but the Military Statistics Bureau tracks him down like a hound.
With a cold gun barrel pressed to his jaw, he has no choice but to accept the codename “Autumn Cicada” and become an undercover agent embedded in the heart of Japan’s military and political establishment. During his most dangerous mission, betrayed by a traitor, he is shot in an execution-style hit by the Military Statistics Bureau in a back alley in Tokyo’s Ginza district. A 9mm bullet pierces him below the left collarbone. Warm blood gushes out at once, soaking the washi paper concealing the coded message. Enduring pain as if his bones were splintering, he rolls into a filthy ditch piled with fish entrails and escapes under cover of darkness and the stench. The hideous scar on his shoulder becomes a mark of loyalty and betrayal.
For years, he uses his identity as a descendant of Japanese nobility to move between the mansions of powerful officials and the shadowy world of intelligence. He uses fluent Japanese to hide his accent and a stoic gaze to conceal his devotion to his homeland. When his identity is on the verge of exposure, and the blood ties of his past collide with the deadly crisis of the present, the bullet wound still aches on rainy days. Can “Autumn Cicada” carve out a path to survival in Tokyo’s den of danger, and send vital intelligence across mountains and seas to illuminate the dawn?
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