Guerra de Espionagem: Eu Sou a Chave de Fenda, Infiltrado no Número 76
(Esta é uma história de espionagem cheia de ação sobre o crescimento de um agente desajeitado, dedicado a ajudar os comunistas. Se não gostar, não critique!) Ele era um soldado descartável da agência militar, mas possuía um espaço ilimitado e a habilidade de ouvir de longe! Com sua técnica infalível de arremesso de chave de fenda, virou o assassino número um da estação de Xangai, e por acaso se infiltrou na sede 76. Em meio ao turbulento mar de espionagem, matou invasores, eliminou traidores e forneceu dinheiro e equipamentos para a guerrilha...
Guerra de Espionagem: Eu Sou a Chave de Fenda, Infiltrado no Número 76
On October 25, 1928, on the western outskirts of Shanghai, Li Haibo gazed at the great city of Asia before him, his heart swelling with emotion. At last, he was going home. He had left to join the army six years ago, and he wondered how his mother was doing, alone by herself.
Suddenly, with a sharp crack of gunfire, Li Haibo, lost in his thoughts, jolted hard all over.
He wondered to himself, “A Mauser rifle? And just as I’m about to enter Shanghai, there’s still gunfire?”
Without another thought, Li Haibo darted straight toward the sound.
About three minutes later, like a nimble ape, he climbed a tree and took out his binoculars to study the situation ahead.
In the distance, two Japanese soldiers and four plainclothes collaborators had blocked a group of more than twenty people in a mountain hollow.
Though the trapped group outnumbered them, their weapons were pitifully crude. Among more than twenty people, there were only three guns, two long and one short, and the long guns were the old-fashioned antiquated type; the rifling in their barrels was probably long gone.
The others carried all manner of makeshift weapons: broadswords, spears, and even two men holding manure forks.
Such a ragtag band, armed with flimsy weapons, was pinned in the hollow by the superior firepower of the six guns opposite them, four long and two short, and could not move an inch. The situation was dire.
Just then, one of the collaborators bellowed in a ragged voice, “Listen up, Red Party guerrillas! You’ve got nowhere left to run! Drop your
