[Espionage] [As Smart as Possible] [Possibly Meticulous]
Shanghai, 1935.
An Espionage screenwriter who had died from overwork awoke in the body of Lin Yan, an intern reporter at the Jingbao newspaper.
He had no System, no omniscient superpower. His only baggage was Jason Bourne's muscle memory, ingrained down to the physiological level, which had come with him in his mind.
Reading lies from microexpressions, anticipating threats, delivering a lethal strike.
When the instincts of a modern-day elite operative collided with the bloodiest White Terror of the 1930s, Lin Yan was forced to become the coldest blade in the shadows.
Zhao Bingheng: “Lin Yan, I’ve studied you for ten years. Who taught you to fight?”
Dai Li: “There are only two people I’ve never been able to see through in my life: the leader, and you.”
Shen Qingwu: “In this hell of endless torment, you’re my only anchor.”
From survival, to undercover work, to faith.
The greatest Espionage stories have never been about the usual plot twists in a script. They are about the nameless, who devote their entire lives to their beliefs.
I am Lin Yan.
I may not stand in the sunlight, but I fight for it.
