The branding iron in the interrogation room sizzled on my chest, and the puppet leader Wang played with the torture tools: "They say you are an underground party, but I don't think so."
I coughed up blood and laughed out loud - he would never have guessed that I had the entire history of World War II intelligence in my head. The list of military traitors, the Japanese Midway battle plan, and the deployment of troops for the Battle of Nomonhan are all engraved on the cerebral cortex. The most important thing now is to convince the idiot in front of me that I am a Shanghainese who gets paid to do things.
From a death row prisoner to Ace No. 76, I only need to perform the scene of breaking down and crying. When the Japanese military special high school came to my door in person and asked me to decipher the coded message, the real performance had just begun.
