On the night when Lu Qian, codenamed "Zhulong", met, the contact station was bloodbathed, and the person on the line breathed his last in front of his eyes. The enemy arrived one step later than him, but knew his identity well - there was a traitor among his own people, and he was the last trump card exposed to the wolves.
Everyone thought he was just a confidential secretary who was instigated to rebel. No one knew that he was the sharpest hidden blade in the organization's destroyed files. The lost Morse breathing code, the reflex-level deciphering of micro-expressions, the instinct to draw a defense plan with his eyes closed while listening to a gun - these deeply buried skills were his only capital to survive tonight.
When the military commander, the Japanese army, and Wang Puppet were all tracking down this "traitor" who knew too many secrets, Lu Qian smiled. He wanted to stage a textbook-level advanced disguise and reverse hunt in the midst of this three-party strangulation.
