1943, Shanghai. Chen Mizhi, the translator of the Wang Puppet Police Station, has a secret that cannot be told - he can see through the micro-expressions that flash across everyone's faces. In the Japanese warehouse, he intercepted a batch of arms information and prepared to transfer it to the underground party overnight. As soon as the action team reached the perimeter, they were heavily surrounded by the gendarmerie. Among the three comrades beside him, one had evasive eyes, one had a twitching Adam's apple, and one had trembling fingers - the mole was among them. The next second after his mind-reading skills locked onto the traitor, Chen Mingzhi's mind exploded with a system prompt: If you rob this batch of arms, you can exchange them for three machine guns and 200 rounds of ammunition. But every time he used mind reading, his spirit cracked. Tonight, either fight out with weapons or be buried in these ruins. When the mole's gun was pointed at him, Chen Mingzhi smiled - he had already read the date of his death from that face.
