"Back then, there was no Bureau 7."
"And [Old Farmer] was no secret agent."
"He was a soldier, a hardened officer who had clawed his way through storms of gunfire and mountains of corpses!"
"At the time, Modu had just fallen and become the largest espionage hub in the Far East. Rival powers were tangled together, and all kinds of people mingled in its streets."
"The intelligence network we had planted in the city was almost completely uprooted after a traitor sold us out."
"Our radio station was destroyed, our comrades were killed, and Modu became an isolated island, blind and deaf, with all contact with the organization severed."
Elder Xu paused, a trace of searing grief flashing in his eyes.
"The situation was desperate! The organization urgently needed an exceptionally capable, strong-willed, and absolutely loyal comrade to infiltrate Modu, rebuild the radio station, and restore communications at any cost."
"The odds of surviving that mission were slim."
"Everyone understood that entering Modu at that moment meant already having one foot in the grave."
"Once you went, you might never come back."
"Many volunteered to go. But in the end, our superiors chose him-the man who later became [Old Farmer]."
"He was not only brave in battle but also extraordinarily resourceful. The organization believed that only he had a chance of accomplishing this impossible mission."
"When he received his orders, he did not hesitate for a moment. He said only one thing-"
"[By entrusting me with its most dangerous mission, the organization has shown me its greatest trust! I promise to accomplish it!]"
Those words were like a pebble dropped into a still lake, sending ripples through the hearts of every young agent.
They could not imagine what kind of conviction had enabled someone in that era to say