Guerra de Espiões: Mandaram você vigiar, e você explodiu a Seção Especial?
Na Xangai de 1940, durante a fase de impasse da Guerra de Resistência contra o Japão, os conflitos e disputas entre várias forças – como a Seção Especial da Polícia Militar japonesa, a Agência Mei, o número 76 do governo colaboracionista de Wang, a Junta Militar, o Departamento Central e o Partido Vermelho – tornaram-se cada vez mais intensos, resultando em frequentes batalhas secretas. Zhou Hongyi, ao atravessar o tempo, torna-se cunhado de um grande traidor e ingressa na Polícia do governo de Wang. Ele desperta o sistema de agente secreto mais poderoso, navegando com habilidade entre os diferentes poderes e flertando continuamente com o perigo. Aproveitando sua posição conveniente, transmite informações, resgata membros do Partido Vermelho, transporta medicamentos e elimina traidores, tornando-se uma figura tão poderosa quanto misteriosa na boca dos inimigos – o "Buda dos Quatro Lados".
Guerra de Espiões: Mandaram você vigiar, e você explodiu a Seção Especial?
Page 1 of 3
June, 1940. The Magic City.
The War of Resistance against Japan had entered a stalemate. The conflicts among the Japanese Special High Police, the Plum Agency, the puppet regime’s No.76, the Military Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, and the Red Party grew ever more intense. Espionage and secret struggles were constant.
Today, as a newly appointed, low-ranking officer at the puppet police bureau, Zhou Hongyi received his first assignment—interrogate suspects and identify the true underground member of the Red Party.
...
Tap, tap, tap...
Zhou Hongyi followed behind the captain of the Third Squad and two colleagues, descending a narrow, dim stone staircase into the prison’s underground interrogation chamber.
He swallowed hard and looked up. The dungeon was hemmed in by cold, unyielding stone walls, lit only by ghostly, flickering lamps. The uncertain light seemed ready to die at any moment, barely sketching out the shadowy shapes around him.
Scattered around the dungeon were all manner of horrific instruments of torture—rusty iron chains, razor-sharp hooks, heavy branding irons—casting sinister gleams in the faint light.
Three prisoners were tied to wooden frames, beaten so badly they were no longer recognizable as human.
Their flesh was torn and bloody, crusted with dried scabs, and the stench of filth pooled in their trousers was indescribable.
“Urgh—”
Overwhelmed by the sight and the reek, Zhou Hongyi barely managed to hold back h
