I Sent You to Infiltrate Them, and You Robbed the Enemy of All Their American Weapons?

“Sir, this is the top-secret contact network list for the agents operating undercover in the city. Please review it.”

Chen Mo, director of the Operations Division of the Intelligence Bureau, respectfully handed over a bloodstained list.

Known within the bureau as the fearsome “Living King of Hell,” Chen Mo was ruthless and merciless, sparing neither friends nor family. He was the ace most trusted by the bureau’s chief.

But his true identity was that of a top-secret agent embedded in the heart of enemy territory, codename “Dawn.”

On the eve of the coming storm, the enemy was frantically stockpiling heavy equipment from overseas, preparing to launch a devastating assault. Our forces were critically short of supplies at the front and had been driven to the brink.

Just then, Chen Mo awakened the Spy Warfare Logistics Critical Hit System. Every time he intercepted intelligence, he could receive a huge windfall of supplies in return.

And so, the enemy’s most secret battle plans became prewar references for our command headquarters.

The most advanced heavy artillery and fully automatic submachine guns sent as foreign aid, even the logistical supplies for an elite, fully equipped division, were all secretly transported to our main base through Chen Mo’s covert operations.

When the enemy commander confidently launched an all-out assault, he found the opposing positions bristling with the most advanced equipment from overseas. Their firepower was ten times stronger than his own, and he was utterly broken.

The head of intelligence spat blood in fury. “Investigate! There must be a traitor working with the enemy inside the bureau!”

Chen Mo led the way, drawing his pistol in righteous indignation. “Rest assured, sir. I’ll turn over every stone to find the traitor!”