The barrel of the gun was pressed against the back of his head, and the light in the interrogation room made it difficult to open his eyes.
"Lin Shen, someone has pointed out that you are a secret agent of the military commander, codenamed 'Tingfeng', do you admit it?"
Lin Shen smiled. The half blade hidden in his fingertips had already cut the hemp rope tied behind the seat. No one knows that he is not only a thorn in the side of the military command, but also a nail planted in No. 76 By the underground party. He is also the trump card that the Japanese think they hold in their hands. With three layers of identity stacked on his body, he dances on the tightrope with every step - and what he is best at is turning other people's tightropes into his own path to the sky.
Framing Japan's top spy? That was a dead end he had planned for three months. Feeding an entire gendarmerie with false information? The fish has already bitten the hook. By the time he persuaded all the enemy's wives to turn over and hand him the knife, the entire Shanghai espionage network had quietly been locked up with the surname Lin.
