The connector rebelled, and the muzzle of the gun behind him was pressed to the back of his head. But Xie Tingyun smiled - he had been waiting for this moment, allowing the enemy to put the "traitor" hat on his head with his own hands, so that his intelligence network could sink deeper. Identity revealed? No, it was a flaw he deliberately exposed. When everyone thought he was running for his life, he was already sitting in the office of the Director of Enemy Intelligence, drinking tea. Catch the mole? He himself is the biggest mole, and what he wants to catch is the shadow hidden in the Yan'an telegram. The ultimate rule for clearing this espionage game: use the enemy's password to send your own intelligence, and at the same time uproot the opponent's entire intelligence network.
