On the cement floor of the interrogation room, the comrade's blood seeped into the soles of his shoes. Shen Yiran raised her hand and pointed the gun at the man's forehead - behind him, Japanese spy chief Masao Watanabe was watching his every move. Trigger pulled, gun empty. This is the third trial. Watanabe patted him on the shoulder: "Deputy Director Shen, you passed." But Shen Zhenran knew that the real test had just begun. Mei's agency intercepted a batch of top-secret codes, pointing to the underground party's "Polaris" project. He must get the deciphering key within seven days, otherwise the entire underground network in Jianghai City will be uprooted. He tore off the thin mask on his face, revealing his second face - the murderous intent of the last disciple of the Xingyi Sect of the Central Academy of Chinese Martial Arts. Tonight, he transforms into a Japanese military police captain and sneaks into Archives Room No. 76; Tomorrow morning, he will be a special envoy from Nanjing, exchanging cups with the traitor Liang Bingwen. The art of disguise can deceive the eyes, but it cannot deceive the heartbeat. When the third face was reflected in the tea handed over by Jiang Wanqing, when Masao Watanabe's saber was pressed against his throat - Shen Phiran smiled. "Do you think what you saw is real?"
The raindrops hit the glass dome and shattered into pieces with a muffled sound.
The crystal lanterns of Guzhou Club illuminated the dance floor palely.
Chen Heting walked through the crowd holding a silver plate. Water droplets condensed on the wall of the whiskey glass on the plate and trickled down his mouth.
From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the corner private room - the curtain there was tightly drawn, leaving only a slit of light.
Someone was kneeling in the crack of light.
The young man in student uniform had his glasses crooked on his face, and his nosebleed dripped from the corner of his mouth into dark circles on the carpet.
Wu Shigui didn't wear any
