Shen Yanqiu stuffed a roll of microfilm into the space, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Three seconds ago, Akutagawa Seiichi's special high school class just set up an electromagnetic detector at the door. "Officer Shen, please cooperate with the inspection." He clenched his fists. Space can hide everything, but it cannot hide the trembling after exhaustion of physical energy. There were footsteps approaching outside the door, and his contact number, Lao Hu, had been out of contact for more than twelve hours. This is not the first time he has been exposed. But this time, Akutagawa Seiichi himself set up a trap - fishing with false information and using real comrades as bait. The only thing Shen Yanqiu could do was to pull out the safety pin of the grenade in the space. If sacrifice is necessary, blast a way out. But what he didn't know was that in the interrogation room next door, Aying was biting her own tongue with her teeth. The arsenal blueprint that Yu Dajiang brought was not marked with gun parts, but with the coordinates of all Jiangcheng underground party liaison stations.
