In 1966, it was a rainy night in a remote mountain village.
Five-year-old Jiang Shutong held the bloody hatchet and looked coldly at the two corpses she had provoked to kill each other. She calmly wiped off the fingerprints and disappeared into the dark night.
There is no portable space and no all-in-one system. She relied on her extreme observation skills and survival instincts to escape by clinging to the frame of the train under the crowded train.
Smelling the smell of bitter almonds, she decisively dug into the ceiling and smashed the poisoned tea, thus preserving the national treasure-level scientific research master.
Knowing the color of the soil on the ground, she formed her troops to dig out the buried enemy radio station.
From being a lamb to be slaughtered in the hands of a human trafficker, she used her brains to fight her way out and became the most protected core figure in the northwest camp.
My father was trapped in an enemy base with a stigma attached to him, and the military was helpless.
She stepped on a small bench and stood on the highest-level command podium, using red and blue pencils to draw an unprecedented cross-border rescue route on the strategic map, shocking all the generals present.
At this time, a dark web intertwined with codes and death has enveloped the compound.
The most dangerous "Egret" executive smiled at her every day... She took out the flesh-colored plasticine with the key's teeth marks on it, and the countdown began.
