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Shanghai, the Eastern magic city shrouded in the shadows of war, exuded an air of decay and despair under the iron boots of the Japanese Officer and Wang Weiquan. In the streets and alleys, agents roamed, while the common people struggled to survive in fear. Lin Feng, an Underground Party Member, was like a blade lurking in the depths of darkness, engaging in a thrilling battle against the enemy to convey hope amidst the den of wolves.
The Wang Wei Secret Service Agency loomed like a monstrous beast, constantly exhaling conspiracies and evil. A confidential report fell like a stone into a calm lake, stirring up waves. The report claimed that there was an undercover agent from the Underground Party within their ranks, piercing like a thorn into Chief of Espionage Sato Ichiro's throat. Enraged, he ordered an immediate and rigorous internal investigation, vowing to uproot this malignant tumor.
When Lin Feng learned of this news, he maintained a calm facade, reporting to work on time each day, exchanging pleasantries with his colleagues as if nothing were amiss. Yet he knew that this crisis was like an overwhelming storm; one misstep could lead to his demise. In his daily interactions, Lin Feng had built a good rapport with his colleagues by sincerely helping them with tricky problems. Agents often spoke highly of him in private, praising his loyalty and reliability. This seemingly casual reputation had now become his protective cover.
As the investigation commenced, agents began to distrust and shift blame onto one another, creating an atmosphere of eerie tension in the office. The review team summoned personnel one by one for questioning, meticulously investigating backgrounds and leaving no stone unturned. Each time Lin Feng entered the interrogation room, he felt the piercing gaze behind him, but he remained composed and answered smoothly. His carefully crafted resume was flawless; every detail of his missions matched perfectly with reports. Those mundane daily activities that helped conceal his identity had now become his strongest shield.
However, as the investigation deepened, the methods grew increasingly harsh. Agents began to secretly monitor each other's every move, and Lin Feng's situation became increasingly precarious, as if he were walking on a tightrope—one wrong step could lead to a bottomless abyss.
An unexpected opportunity shattered the fragile peace he had been struggling to maintain. One day, Lin Feng was ordered to carry out a mission with several agents. The task was inherently risky, with various factions vying for power behind the scenes. On their way back from completing the mission, they encountered another group of agents in a narrow and dimly lit alley. Tensions escalated quickly as both sides clashed over old grievances stemming from long-standing rivalries within the Wang Wei Intelligence Agency.
Caught in the middle of this chaos, Lin Feng found himself in a precarious position. Amidst the turmoil, a sharp-eyed agent noticed the gun at Lin Feng's waist—a specially modified weapon that differed slightly from those issued to Wang Wei Secret Agents. This minor detail sparked suspicion in that agent's eyes as he seized Lin Feng by the collar and shouted, "What's going on with that gun? Where did it come from?"
Lin Feng's heart raced as his mind raced for an answer. Any hesitation at this moment could lead to greater suspicion. He caught sight of the two faction leaders glaring at each other and suddenly had an idea. He broke free from the agent's grip and shouted loudly, "Are you blind? This gun was confiscated from those traitors last time! I almost lost my life over it—what's your problem?"
His outburst successfully drew attention from those around them. The two faction leaders were already simmering with anger; hearing Lin Feng's argument made them turn their heads toward him. Seizing this opportunity, Lin Feng exaggeratedly appealed to one of them: "Brother Li! You have to help me out! My brothers are risking their lives here while this guy is questioning me! You know how I treat my brothers!"
The leader had met Lin Feng a few times before and recognized his competence; seeing him being wronged stirred sympathy within him. He stepped forward and slapped the agent who had grabbed Lin Feng, exclaiming angrily, "What are you making a fuss about? I vouch for Brother Lin’s character! If you dare to make trouble again, watch out!"
With their leader intervening, others quickly calmed down as well. Though it seemed that this storm had passed, Lin Feng knew well that the crisis had only been temporarily concealed. The initially suspicious agent remained silent but did not lose his doubt; after that day, Lin Feng sensed someone was secretly following and investigating him.
He understood that he needed to be even more cautious; every move required careful consideration. Upon returning home, Lin Feng meticulously checked his room and discovered signs of having been searched—the enemy had begun probing into his residence. Unfazed, he concealed compartments containing sensitive information even more discreetly and destroyed any small items that might raise suspicion. He also began to create false leads at work intentionally so that those tracking him would believe he was falling into financial ruin due to gambling and borrowing money everywhere—giving off an impression of being overwhelmed by life's pressures.
During missions, Lin Feng altered his usual demeanor deliberately to appear reckless and overly ambitious so that enemies would perceive him as someone eager for quick success and lacking intelligence. Yet at critical moments, he showcased his exceptional skills to complete tasks flawlessly without undermining his value.
However, enemy investigations did not cease. Cunning agents set trap after trap in attempts to ensnare him. Once they orchestrated a fake meeting with the Underground Party without Lin Feng's knowledge so that he would inadvertently walk into it. At that moment of stepping into the trap, Lin Feng relied on his keen intuition to sense something was off. He feigned excitement while shouting about capturing members of the Underground Party but cleverly led enemies down false paths during the chase while secretly leaving markers only recognizable by Underground Party members to notify them of deception.
Days passed amidst this treacherous existence like walking on thin ice as Lin Feng valiantly resisted wave after wave of challenges within the perilous Wang Wei Secret Service Agency. He knew that as long as he held firm for another day, it meant one more day of safety for the Underground Party’s intelligence line—bringing liberation closer for Shanghai. He shone like the most resilient star in the night sky, emitting a faint yet unwavering light amidst endless darkness while waiting for dawn to pierce through clouds and dispel despair.
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