Espionage Infiltration: Codename Flying Eagle, Killer of the Dark Night

【Brave and resourceful | The turbulent Republic of China era | Deep sibling bonds | Brother doting on his sister | One female lead | Spy warfare System | Cunning and calculating | Saving the nation and its people | Anti-Japanese espionage | No. 76 | Special High Police | Military Statistics Bureau | Underground Party】 In 1940, the nation was in turmoil. The flames of resistance against Japan had reached their height, and Shanghai had become a living hell of espionage. The Wang Jingwei regime’s No. 76 stronghold of terror ran rampant, while the Special High Police’s henchmen were everywhere in the city’s streets and alleys. The Military Statistics Bureau’s underground networks were repeatedly massacred. Arrests and betrayals followed one another, as a blood-red pall pressed down on this isolated city. The stench of death hung over every inch of land. Zhao Yang, who had transmigrated from another world, entered this perilous struggle with two trump cards in hand. In public, he was a gentle, mild-mannered traditional doctor who treated the sick and helped the needy. In secret, he was an elite Military Statistics Bureau operative, bonded to a spy warfare System and walking along the edge of a blade. His physician’s appearance was the perfect disguise. Under the pretext of treating patients, he calmly entered the residences of Japanese and puppet-government officials, stealing top-secret military intelligence as he examined and diagnosed them. He wielded shrewdness as a blade and strategy as armor, operating under the close watch of No. 76 and the Special High Police. He eliminated traitors and enemies, keeping the enemy agents dancing in the palm of his hand. Amid the turmoil of a chaotic age, he risked everything to protect his little sister, hoping only to secure a safe place for his family. The road ahead was long and perilous, but he found a soulmate with whom he shared an unbreakable bond through life and death. He also secretly joined forces with underground Party fighters, breaking through enemy lines and tearing apart their seemingly impenetrable intelligence network time and again. In the clinic, he could save lives. In the dark alleys, he could cut down villains. He was a ghost of the night, haunting the boundary between light and darkness, a peerless killing god whose name struck fear into the Japanese and their collaborators. In the silence, he would unleash thunder. With his flesh and blood as fuel and his courage as a torch, in the endless cold night, he would pave a road toward