He was ordered to arrest the underground party's contact person. When he opened the door, the gun was pointed at his superior. The situation set up by the Japanese Super High School made every shadow under the neon lights of the Paramount Ballroom become a talisman. The traitor codename reported to the entire site was the piece of information Cheng Lan personally sent last night.
"The eagle has been caged" - he clutched the miniature camera in his pocket, his back soaked with cold sweat. A week ago, his soul traveled to the body of a military reunification agent in 1940. Before he could take a breath, he was about to face a series of strangulations with three identities. No one knows that this skin contains a soul from modern times and a spy war script that he has long been familiar with.
As the door to the interrogation room closed behind him, he began to smile with his back to the gun. Every move that follows is in everyone's blind spot - the Japanese military police captain who captured him will personally award him the Imperial Medal three days later; the high-level mole who set up the trap will kneel down and beg him to accept the enemy agent's latent list; and the muzzle of the gun that should have executed him will eventually be pressed between the eyebrows of the real traitor.
