When Lin Linyuan woke up, the gun was already pressed against the back of his head.
"Stationmaster Lin, your codename is 'Hanchan', we deciphered it three months ago." The former colleague smiled and pulled the safety cover.
Three years after another, he could not tell whether he was the ghost of the military commander or the sword of No. 76. Until the moment he was about to die, a light exploded in his mind - twelve years of memories flooded back. It turned out that every piece of information he sent had already been woven into a web that even he himself didn't know about.
"Decrypted?" Lin Linyuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled more like a hunter. "Then you know that the telegram your wife sends to Yan'an every night uses the code I taught you?"
The entire list of Japanese spies in Nanjing is in his mind. This time, he wanted to change the color of the sky in Jinling.
**The identity of the undercover agent changed thousands of times, and his hands turned into clouds and rain. After twelve years of darkness, it's time to close the net one by one. He wanted to collect the blood debt this city owed him with his own hands.
