On the first day after transmigrating into the body of Japanese Army Major Sugiura Tomoya, I heard the thoughts of everyone in the entire headquarters.
My seemingly respectful adjutant was plotting how to make me die in an “accident,” while the humble cook turned out to be a dormant agent for the Military Statistics Bureau.
Even more absurdly, the System forced me to take on my first mission: rescue a city committee liaison who was about to be arrested within three hours.
Grinding my teeth, I gave the order in Japanese: “All search teams, pull back!”
Just as I thought I'd gotten away with it, the qipao-clad woman I'd accidentally rescued showed up at my door, her gun aimed coldly at my forehead.
“Japanese devil, why did you let me go? What are you really after?”
Then the System sounded in my head again:
“Ding! Potential recruit detected: Wutong, an underground Communist Party member. Recommendation: accept her invitation to join the Party.”
