In the game scene, Vladimir's axe-wielding man and his driver Ivan's little princess Loli lowered their heads and raised their heads, staring with big round eyes, looking down on the original Canaan like a fool.
Yuan Canaan's reaction to them was not surprising at all.
If these two believe her words to death after hearing her words in the game, she will become suspicious.
Is this the level of Russia’s KGB elite
Now these two people don't look down on her, but she is at ease and calm.
Facing the direction of the two people's gaze, Yuan Canaan smiled and said: "I know these things are too shocking for you. When I first learned about this matter, it was like hearing a fantasy... "
As she spoke, she raised her hands, looked up at the sky, and turned slowly in a circle. Her voice was trembling and full of emotion: "... In this world, there are innate geniuses... They can see the distance that others cannot see. Can touch the abyss that ordinary people cannot touch..."
Vladimir's axe-wielding man looked coldly at the nagging woman in front of him, swung his ax twice, and said disdainfully: "That's enough for you! So what if you're a genius? A scene change in a broken game, you You can fool me into saying it’s a parallel space?! Why don’t you say you can come back from the dead! It’s just a game anyway, you can be resurrected no matter how many times you are killed! Are you stupid?!”
"That's it! How can a broken game, no matter how technical it is, be as good as our Big Ivan?!" Driver Ivan's little princess danced the foxtrot happily.
"It's just a broken game? Haha, no matter how powerful Big Ivan is, is it alive?" Yuan Canaan's disdainful look was even reflected on the stiff face of the Tatar woman in the game.
"Life?" Driver Ivan's little princess circled around the Russian Tatar woman from Canaan, trying to roll her eyes: "Don't you just want to live?"
"Gamers are all living beings, except for NPCs. What do you want to say?"
Original Canaan: “…”
"It seems you don't understand. I won't talk nonsense. Anyway, you only have one month. After one month, everything here will be physically deleted."
"You go back and think about it carefully. I don't want you to reply right away. It's best to discuss it with others..."
She smiled at them and blinked, and a halo of light appeared around her figure, which then became blurry and blurred, and finally disappeared.
Vladimir and the driver Ivan looked at each other and exited the game.
In one second, they returned from that bizarre world to a boring and cold hotel room, and neither of them felt any discomfort at all.
They took off their VR headsets in the living room of the hotel where they stayed and looked at each other with serious expressions on their faces.
"Boss, what do you think?" Driver Ivan scratched the back of his furry neck, "I think there's something wrong with her."
He pointed to his head, "Is this a hypothetical psychosis?"
Vladimir: "..."
He sneered and kicked Ivan, "What the hell? If you are uneducated, talk less. No one will think you are mute."
He sat on the large bay window sill of the hotel, took out a cigar and tapped it on the palm of his hand.
Ivan immediately went over to light a cigar for him.
Vladimir smoked for a while, watching the sky outside the window getting darker and darker, and stars began to twinkle in the blue-purple sky, just like the birch forest full of "eyes" in his hometown.
He took a deep drag on his cigar and lowered his eyes.
Looking down from the window sill of a skyscraper, the crowds of people and vehicles on the ground are like an endless stream of ants.
Looking up at the stars, how many unknown secrets are there in the universe
Unlike Ivan, he is no stranger to the theory of "parallel space", and he knows that there is indeed a group of scientists at the Russian Supreme Academy of Sciences who have been working on this aspect.
Although it has not been completely successful, it is said that great progress has been made.
In this case, what he said to the nagging woman and the scene he showed were not completely negated.
But who is the "genius" that the woman is talking about
What does life mean
He always felt that something was not right.
After thinking about it for nearly a night, Vladimir checked the official website of the game company and saw at a glance that the company was originally registered in the Cayman Islands.
"Haha, it's the Cayman Islands again." Vladimir blew a kiss towards the computer screen, "I'm going to send a secret report to the bureau and ask them to send people to the Cayman Islands to check this online game. Who is the real boss behind the scenes?"
He always felt that Yuan Canaan was not the boss behind the scenes.
At this time, Ivan was lying on the sofa, sleeping like a bear, smacking his mouth from time to time, and did not hear Vladimir's words at all.
Vladimir gave him a contemptuous look and walked into the hotel room.
It didn't take long for the top brass of Russia's KGB to receive a tip from the second-in-command, Vladimir.
When they saw this secret report, they all took it seriously.
Once the Russian president comes to China to host a wedding, their security must be in place.
Secondly, they also have to investigate when it comes to the "parallel space", the country's top secret.
Of course, the most important thing is to find out who is the person behind this game, and what is the real purpose of the KGB who deliberately contacts them
After all, if he could exchange "parallel space", a topic comparable to the country's top secrets, his request was definitely not an ordinary request.
…
The next day, Vladimir and the driver Ivan sat at the dining table and ate without knowing what to eat.
In front of them was their favorite Russian cabbage soup, with Ukrainian marinated fatty meat, cut into thin strips and mixed with minced garlic and apple cider vinegar. It tasted particularly delicious.
But they both put down their knives, forks and spoons after taking a few bites.
The driver, Ivan, was someone who couldn't hide his words, so he asked again: "Is what that nagging woman said true or false?"
Vladimir glanced at him, lowered his head to drink the soup with a spoon, and said seriously: "Didn't you say that she has a brain problem and that she is a hypothetical psychosis? Continue to think so, and don't be misled by her. Just believe what she says. , no wonder I was just a driver for so many years!”
"I'm the driver!" Ivan, the driver, puffed up his chest and glared at Vladimir. "I'm just asking you if what she said is true! You're kidding me!"
Vladimir didn't want to answer at first, but he couldn't stand it. The driver Ivan was a very "talkative" person.
If he doesn't achieve what he wants, he can bore people to death by talking nonsense.
However, Vladimir was also a cautious person. It was not until he finished the red cabbage soup that he endured a strong headache and said slowly in the gap between the driver Ivan's grumbling in the car: "The truth or falsehood of what she said is not important. What is important is Yes, what will she do next?"
"Don't forget the purpose of our operation. Regardless of whether she is true or false, we have to cooperate with her. So does it matter whether her words are true or false?"
The driver Ivan suddenly discovered that he was not the best when it came to wheels!
The most powerful one is their second in command, Comrade Vladimir!
…
Two days later, a commercial airliner from North America roared down and landed slowly at the Cayman Islands International Airport in the Western Caribbean Sea.
The cabin door opened, and white men and women wearing T-shirts and shorts happily walked down the stairs from the plane.
The two men and women walking in the middle were of medium build and both wore sunglasses.
The man had light flaxen hair, which was relatively messy. He looked up at the sky, which was as clear as blue crystal, squinted his eyes, and said, "The weather is really hot."
"Yeah, it's thirty degrees, how can it be hot? What misunderstandings do you have about the Caribbean?" The woman next to him was blond and blue-eyed, but her skin that should have been fair was slightly tanned, like honey.
As he spoke, he looked around and smiled, as if he was visiting this resort for the first time.
"Tsk, tsk, the sea water here is really extraordinary. When I was on the plane, I saw that the shape of the island here really looks like a turtle stretching its neck. Peter, is this the origin of the original name of the Cayman Islands?" She pointed out curiously. Refers to the blue sea.
The sea water and the sky are almost the same blue crystal color. There is no boundary between the sea and the sky, and it is far-reaching and vast.
This man with flaxen hair is Peter, the leader of the Russian KGB's Far East Operations Team, but he has now been promoted to the top of the KGB, only one level below Vladimir.
"The Cayman Islands were the first to be discovered by Columbus, right? I remember its original name was Turtle Island." He looked around, "But it's not because of the shape of the islands, but because the waters here are rich in turtles."
After a pause, he said with a smile: "...Lina, do you want turtle meat for dinner today?"
"Turtle meat?" The woman named Lina wrinkled her nose, "Is it delicious?"
"I heard it's pretty good. It's a specialty here." Peter and Lina staggered off the plane and went into the customs to go through the customs procedures.
They were holding American passports and the procedure was completed quickly.
Due to its unique geographical location and its commitment to developing financial services, the Cayman Islands is not a large place and has a small population, but it is very wealthy and prosperous.
With a total population of only 40,000 to 50,000, there are dozens of luxury hotels, large and small, and countless three-star and four-star hotels.
Peter and Linna stayed at the Grand Cayman Marriott Hotel. This hotel is relatively close to the city center and has no other beach views, but it is more convenient and lively.
Along the way, banana trees as tall as a person were whistling in the sea breeze.
There is also a large waist-shaped swimming pool at the entrance of the hotel. The water in the pool is blue, exactly the same color as the seawater not far away. It should also be imported seawater.
Lina twitched her lips and muttered: "... I'm really sick. There is a beach ten minutes' walk away, and you still need to dig a swimming pool at the door? Would anyone really abandon the beautiful and natural beach just around the corner to stay in this swimming pool? inside?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a burst of shouts and laughter coming from the direction of the swimming pool.
Linna: "..."
Peter shook his head indifferently, "Are you a slap in the face? It's just that some people are so boring, so don't be surprised."
He walked ahead with his suitcase, turning a blind eye to the boys and girls playing water polo in the roadside swimming pool.
Lina snorted, walked a few steps to catch up with him, and said dissatisfiedly: "Peter, is this your attitude? I'm your girlfriend!"
Peter stopped and took off his sunglasses. His eyes, which seemed to never be opened, raised one eyelid and glanced at her lightly.
With just a glance, Lina suddenly found that she had almost stopped breathing.
The pressure, if it had any substance, seemed to be grabbing her by the throat.
Peter put on his sunglasses, and Lina rubbed her throat, breathed a sigh of relief, and muttered: "...What do you mean? Am I not your girlfriend?"
Peter walked up to her, leaned into her ear, put one hand around her thin and strong waist, and said softly: "Lina is Peter's girlfriend, but Lina is not just you."
After saying that, he took a step back and patted her face, "You are just calling her by this name temporarily, don't think too much about it."
Linna shuddered and was almost confused by the beautiful scenery of the Cayman Islands.
She composed herself and said, "I know, thank you for reminding me."
Peter's previous partner was said to have died violently at the Tunguska sinkhole. She was the second Lina, filling the vacancy of the previous Lina.
The two walked into the hotel lobby and checked in according to the pre-booked room.
Their room was a duplex suite on the top sixth floor of the Marriott Hotel.
As soon as the two of them entered, they calmed down the playful and sweet atmosphere outside, opened their suitcases, and got to work.
The first step, of course, is to detect whether there are eavesdropping and recording equipment in the room.
Pinhole cameras were at the forefront of their testing.
The two checked the entire suite for half an hour and decided that no corner had these devices before starting to pack their luggage.
Peter regained his businesslike demeanor and said with drooped eyelids, "I live downstairs and you live upstairs. Pack your things and go down to eat. We'll start taking action after dark at night."
Lina was stunned, "Are you going to take action today? Don't you want to rest all night?"
Peter glanced at her, "You think you're here for vacation?"
"... Even if it's not a vacation, we should act as soon as we arrive. Shouldn't we first find out the route and directions here?" Lina is also a very skilled field worker, and she has her own set of rules of action.
"Didn't you find out the route here before coming here?" Peter turned around and picked up his suitcase, "I'm going to my room. I'll go down to eat in fifteen minutes and then go out."
Lina puffed up her cheeks and carried her suitcase upstairs.
Fifteen minutes later, the two of them changed their clothes and went to the hotel's own restaurant for dinner.
It was lunch time, and some people in suits and ties started arriving one after another.
Most are men, mostly white and Asian.
He spoke in a loud voice, but it didn't sound uneducated, but with a sense of superiority that came from the bottom of his heart.
Because he knows his own excellence so well, he even lacks courtesy.
"Joseph, when will your maintenance be completed?"
"It's almost over. The system is too big and it's a decentralized cloud database. Every backup will cost you your life!"
"Such a large game system, with so many people online at the same time, has never crashed. This is the programmer of your company!" A thin, bald white man at the next table turned to give them a thumbs up.
"Mr. Chris deserves the award, mainly because this system is really awesome. We are just maintaining it. We don't even know who wrote it!"
"What a genius!"
"Did you know? The source code of the entire system is only twenty-five lines! The online game OurLife developed with it has become popular all over the world and supports one billion players!"