Fang Jue woke up lying next to a corpse.
The Japanese had just died and blood was still coming out of their chests.
The system stuffed me with a face, a space, and a clone.
From now on, I am Kazuki Yamamoto, an economic adviser to the Japanese army and a loyal minister of the empire.
During the day, I clock in at the Military Police Headquarters.
Go to the dock to deliver arms and supplies at night.
Explode military supplies, move vaults, steal battle maps, and kill famous colleagues.
After finishing the work, I had to go back to the office and sit there the next day, scolding my colleagues for being too arrogant.
"Yamamoto-kun, who do you think this person is?"
I held the teacup and sighed: "Yes, who is so wicked?"
