The Great Traitor

Song Xiwen's stubborn resistance undoubtedly displayed the unwavering faith and indomitable fighting spirit of a communist warrior. There were countless people in this world, but how many could achieve such a thing? That resolve to shatter the darkness at the cost of one's own life was what stirred hearts most deeply.

But unfortunately, the situation was difficult from every angle, and there was simply no way to mount a rescue. No matter how capable Wang Yan was, he was still only human. At this moment, there was truly nothing he could do. Being able to gather information and keep his side from becoming even more passive was already the limit of his abilities.

"Extra, extra! Fierce battle at Nanhua Hospital in Hongkou last night, suspected Red Party operation! Only Japanese troops suffered dozens of casualties at the scene; no trace of the Red Party was found! Extra, extra..."

Seated in the car, Wang Yan looked at the newspaper in his hands. It contained a brief account of last night's gunfight. Reporters really did have remarkable ways. The Japanese had barely suffered casualties before they ran right up to demand details, unafraid that the Japanese might settle scores with them later. These were reporters with ideals and convictions in these times...

Qi Si, driving from the front seat, sighed. "Just a few people, just a few guns, and they dared to take the initiative and attack the Japanese headquarters. The Red Party really is formidable—they only ever do big things!"

"See? Now you know how difficult things are for me, right? First Dai Yunong sent Mao Qiwu over to threaten and coax me, trying to have me surrounded and killed. Now the Red Party is even more ruthless. Taking my life would be much easier for them. If I really provoke