Spy Thrillers Where the Protagonist Uses a Golden Finger to Help the Communist Cause in the Red Era

1 谍 Espionage: This Doctor Is Hiding Too Much Traveler in the Mortal WorldUrban1.4M WordsOngoing 230.3kReads8.9Score28.4kShelves

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When it comes to spy wars, we have to mention our Blue Bird!

2 破 Windbreaker Half SunHistorical181k WordsCompleted 4.9kReads8.8Score458Shelves

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It truly reproduces a bloody and cruel struggle on the secret front of our party in Shanghai in 1931.

3 打 Fighting Japanese? My System Responds to Requests StyleModern Romance524k WordsCompleted 4.4kReads8.8Score552Shelves

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1. The heroine traveled to the Republic of China and killed two ghosts, and then bound the auxiliary system, and was rewarded with a space. Then she continued to kill ghosts, and then received rewards, and used what she got to help revolutionary warriors. 2. The heroine traveled to the Republic of China and was a refugee who almost starved to death. A member of the underground party organization gave the heroine a piece of cake, and later she became an underground party member, and then accidentally became a spy.

5 谍 Spy Code Name: I’m the Useless Barbed Wire Winter Isn't HotUrban2.8M WordsCompleted 207.9kReads9.5Score20.2kShelves

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These all meet your requirements

9 谍 Spy Wars: I Am the God of Wealth Listening to Rain in the Night WindUrban1.3M WordsCompleted 54.7kReads9.5Score5.6kShelves

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Apart from having to wait for the update, there are no other shortcomings [laughing and crying], it's just a complete book.

10 谍 Spy: Those Years of Supporting the Undercover Brother BobobotUrban602k WordsOngoing 41.1kReads9.3Score4.8kShelves

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Personally, I think books 3, 5, and 6 are the best, and I have read books 7 and 8 several times.

11 孤 Alone, I Answer the Nation’s Call Dream of a Winter NightModern Romance1.4M WordsCompleted 16.1kReads9.1Score1.9kShelves

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[Love] [Love] Patriotic literature + anti-war spy + multiple identities + strong woman + system + no cp After Kong Qianrou died unexpectedly, she traveled back to the Republic of China period. She still knew how to choose between dying immediately or waiting to die. Looking at the broken mountains and rivers, she picked up the butcher knife with an innocent face and became a person who was frightened by the people of Japan. The protagonist looks like the Republic of China version of Sister Lin, but is actually Lu Zhishen uprooting a weeping willow. Small Theater Kong Qianrou: She admitted that she did kill the person. Everyone: They dare to use their own heads to guarantee that she did not kill him. Kong Qianrou: It was really she who killed him. Everyone: Then she must have her own reasons. The plot has ups and downs and is interlocking without any sloppiness. The writing style

18 民 The Spy War of the Republic of China: Codename Crab Snowy Night BoatUrban1.0M WordsCompleted 30.1kReads8.1Score2.8kShelves

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December 28, 1945, five o'clock in the morning. The Yixian Railway Station was shrouded in thick morning fog. Ye Tian stood in front of the dispatch room window, the smoke rings on his fingertips having burned to the end. The sound of artillery fire in the distance is getting closer and closer, hitting everyone's heart like muffled thunder. "The 89th Division of the Kuomintang has broken through the Qilihezi defense line." Zhang Laoliu opened the door and came in with a hoarse voice, "The 29th Regiment is fighting in the streets of the city, but the right-wing position has been lost." Ye Tian put out his cigarette butts and glanced at the supplies that were being loaded urgently on the platform. It was the last train heading north, carrying money printing presses and important documents. Liang Jincheng was directing his workers to reinforce the carriage next to the locomotive. The old mechanic's face was covered with soot and sweat. "Lao Liang, how long will it take?" Ye Tian opened the window and shouted. "Half an hour! Half an hour at most!" Liang Jincheng turned around and replied, his voice intermittent under the gunfire. At this time, a rush of footsteps came from the other end of the platform. Captain Zhao walked over quickly with a few soldiers. His military uniform was covered in dust, and his left arm was simply bandaged with blood oozing from it. "Old Ye, we must start immediately!" Captain Zhao's voice was unmistakable. "The Kuomintang's attacks from three directions are too fierce. The 29th Regiment cannot hold on for long." Suddenly, a loud noise made the glass of the dispatch room buzz. Thick smoke rose from the south of the city, which was a signal that the city wall had been breached. "Mr. Ye! Let me go with the troops!" Zhang Laoliu suddenly grabbed Ye Tian's arm, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes, "I want to avenge my dead brothers with my own hands!" Ye Tian looked at the young man who had been with him for three years and slowly shook his head: "No." "Why? The station will be lost soon!" "It is because it is about to be lost that you must stay." Ye Tian's voice was unusually calm, "Do you remember 'Jingzhe'? We need someone to wait for the signal here." Zhang Laoliu's fists were clenched until they turned white, but he finally lowered his head: "I obey the organization's decision." Liang Jincheng shouted loudly next to the locomotive: "Let's start! Let's start quickly!" The last moment has arrived. The soldiers quickly boarded the train, and Captain Zhao held Ye Tian's hand tightly: "Take care. Wait until we fight back." "Take care." The train started slowly and the whistle blew. Ye Tian saw Liang Jincheng standing at the car door and waved vigorously to him. This veteran worker who had worked at Yixian Station for twenty years finally embarked on his journey north. Zhang Laoliu suddenly rushed towards the train, but was caught by Ye Tian. "Let me go!" Zhang Laoliu roared, tears finally bursting out of his eyes. "Our battlefield is here." Ye Tian firmly grabbed his arm, "Always remember, the struggle in the dark is equally important." At this moment, a shell exploded outside the platform, and the air wave shattered the remaining glass in the control room. The train sped off and disappeared into the morning fog and smoke. Half an hour later, Kuomintang soldiers stormed into Yixian Station. Ye Tian arranged his uniform and walked out of the dispatch room calmly. A Kuomintang officer was loudly instructing the soldiers to count supplies on the platform. When he saw him coming out, he looked up and down. "Are you the person in charge here?" "Yexian Station Dispatching Director, Ye Tian." The officer sneered: "How many materials were transported by the Eighth Route?" "Normal dispatching according to railway regulations." Ye Tian answered in a neither humble nor overbearing tone. Zhang Laoliu walked silently behind Ye Tian, ​​still holding the signal flag in his hand. The young railway worker had wiped away his tears and his eyes were firm again. On the platform, the blue sky and white sun flag slowly rose. But Ye Tian knew that under this flag, another silent war had just begun. He touched his pocket, and inside was a small bag of millet that Captain Zhao had given him before leaving. The Waking of Insects has not yet arrived, but the seeds have been deeply buried. In this war-torn land, hope is growing quietly in the darkness. The sound of artillery in the distance gradually stopped, and Yixian County fell. But in Ye Tian's heart, the real battle is just about to begin.

22 谍 Espionage: I’m a Screwdriver, Infiltrating No. 76 Fragrant Blossoms in SpringUrban2.6M WordsOngoing 47.6kReads8.0Score3.4kShelves

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Give it away, give it away desperately, and push all the good things to the red square. A must-read espionage story! The protagonist traveled through time and became the cannon fodder of the army. He possesses infinite space and has two golden fingers. He goes undercover with the code name "Screwdriver" and goes undercover No. 76. The flying screwdriver hits every target, killing Japanese and traitors without mercy; transporting materials through space to support the anti-Japanese war, playing pig and eating tiger in the cracks between the Japanese and puppets, the military command, and the underground party, and turning the extreme. There is no procrastination, the start is high-energy, the spy battle is full of tension, and the excitement is so dense that you can't stop! [Seeking attention]

23 谍 Espionage: I Can Read People’s Inner Thoughts Deep-Fried TomatoesUrban1.4M WordsCompleted 29kReads8.6Score2.2kShelves

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27 谍 Spy War: Two Thousand Deaths at the Start Jin DayaUrban905k WordsOngoing 51.1kReads9.3Score8kShelves

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👁️I am really good about this book. I recommend it when I come across it. After all, it is the first good book that I can read after the book shortage.

28 夜 Thestrals Dinghan Empire Who Loves to Eat WafflesUrban853k WordsOngoing 1.6kReads—Score123Shelves

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Lin Guangyao picked up the pen and added a line under the scrawled suicide note: "Wang Tianfeng, head of the Military Reunion Shanghai Station. Martyred for his country on the 25th of the first lunar month in 1939. Some people remember." He put down the pen, folded the letter and put it in the bottom of the drawer. There is another piece of paper locked there, with four lines of poetry written on it: "What's the matter with the fluttering flowers in troubled times? I can only see the cold plum blossoms reflected in the snow. There is no way to know the frost and snow on the road ahead, but there is a clear understanding in my heart." The ink has become a little faded. He gently caressed those lines of words, like caressing an old dream that could never come back. Outside the window, the lights of No. 76 Opposite were still bright. Behind a certain window, there was a woman in black uniform, looking down at the files to be processed tonight. She didn't look up. He didn't wait either. He just closed the drawer, stood up, and walked to the window. The night in Shanghai is always so bottomless black. But he knew that no matter how dark the night was, there would always be light. I just don't know if those people who never wake up after dawn will feel a pity. Lin Guangyao stood for a long time. For a long time, the moon moved from the tops of the sycamore trees to the eaves. Long enough for the wall clock to strike eleven. It took so long that he finally said to himself: Zhou Wenhao, I have finished writing your poem for you. Wang Tianfeng, I left your name for you. I'm still walking the same path you took. The day I can no longer walk, I will be like you

31 快 Quick Travel: I Am Ruthlessly Forced to Fall in Love Clingy Grain200k WordsCompleted 1.3kReads9.4Score188Shelves

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I haven't read any spy novels, so why was I invited here? The only thing related to the war years is a certain world in this fast-traveling world. It's something I thought about for a long time [currently working on drafting]

32 小 The Little Ancestor Emerges from Her Tomb: The Nation Wins Big by Following Her Gossip Laughing at the SnowModern Romance2.8M WordsCompleted 12.9kReads8.9Score2.4kShelves

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This little baby is sweet and cute, her seven brothers are so handsome, and they have strong feelings for the country.

33 御 Command All Beasts, Refine Divine Pills, The Phoenix Conquers the Heavens Yi YunAncient Romance1.0M WordsCompleted 15.9kReads8.3Score2.3kShelves

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He is capable of both literary and military skills and has a strong human society. It is worth watching.

39 穿 Traveling Through Time to Become a Vicious Female Supporting Character: My Whole Family Has Vests Li YinModern Romance1.1M WordsCompleted 1.2kReads7.1Score123Shelves

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Female channel, Republic of China, espionage story, with golden fingers.

42 穿 Traveling Through the Republic of China: Signing in at the Beginning, Secretly Fighting for a Lifetime Look I Want FireModern Romance224k WordsCompleted 2.7kReads6.2Score152Shelves

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New book, Spy War without CP: Three Spies

43 直 Live Broadcast of the War of Resistance: the Opening Summons Hundreds of Millions of Netizens Hypocritical DogUrban364k WordsCompleted 1.2kReads5.8Score—Shelves

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These three books can be