My Life as a Spy
The 1930s were an era of tumult and upheaval. In these turbulent times, when war raged and uncertainty reigned, once a person made a choice, there was no turning back—one either perished or forged rel
Chapter One: The Pawn Across the River
Autumn, 1936. Shanning City.
The fifteenth day of the eighth lunar month.
Mid-Autumn Festival.
Night.
A gentle rain pattered against the soaked ground, thick black clouds obscured the bright moonlight, and the oppressive sky pressed down like a suffocating weight. The streets were deserted.
Through the rain, Baize Shao, cloaked in a raincoat and carrying a chill with him, knocked rhythmically on the door of No. 32 Ping'an Road.
With a creak, the door opened. A man in his forties stepped out. Upon seeing Baize Shao, he nodded, then cast a wary glance at the silent, shadowy street before closing the door behind him.
"Xiao Bai, why are you here? Have you forgotten our operational rules? You are not supposed to come here—only wait for my contact." The middle-aged man’s tone was stern.
"Mr. Li, I know the organization’s underground protocols," Baize Shao explained quickly, "but the situation is urgent, and since you mentioned you’d be leaving Shanning for a while tonight, I had no choice but to take the risk and come."
"Don’t worry, Mr. Li, I made sure I wasn’t followed," he added.
"Alright, just this once. Tell me what's happened," Mr. Li relented, recognizing the need for flexibility in emergencies.
"Mr. Li, you know that a few days ago, the military academy decided our graduating class’s assignments. Though not yet announced, the results are largely set. But now an unexpected problem has come up, and