In 1942, No One Knew That I Saved Thousands of People

1942, Berlin. Adalbert Reiner's life was crushed by two wars. In the trenches of World War I, he was a private in the Austro-Hungarian Empire and won the Iron Cross. However, he waited in the wounded barracks for news of the disintegration of the motherland and became a stateless refugee overnight. He knocked on the door of the Vienna Academy of Arts twice, but in the end he could only survive in Berlin with a paintbrush; he just wanted to huddle in the studio and survive the war, but he was put to the head with a Luger pistol and forcibly dragged into the abyss of the Wehrmacht Intelligence Agency. On one side are the two major intelligence agencies of the National Socialist Party who are relentless, and the SS hunter Wolf is pressing every step of the way. If there is a slight flaw, it will be doomed; On one side are the secrets he hides under the canvas - using paint to mix invisible ink, using brushes to reproduce top-secret deployments, and using hands that imitate handwriting to draw a way out of desperate situations for deserters, the persecuted, and all ordinary people crushed by war. He has no golden fingers, no natural talent as an agent, only the ultimate observation skills honed in thirty years of painting, and the concentration in desperate situations honed in the trenches. He is the obedient technical specialist in the Intelligence Agency, the hidden line buried in the heart of Berlin by the Allied forces, and the only light for countless people in the darkness. In the crazy era when the head of state shouted "thousand-year empire", this homeless stranger, with a paintbrush, set off a storm that could rewrite the course of the war. ——"I have no country to which I can be loyal, I am only loyal to life itself."