What Sophia wants is not available in another world, and must go to the real world to find it. Even in the real world, it is not convenient at home, you have to go abroad.
Zhou Qingfeng thought of a way, he took a plane to hk.
And in a humble apartment in hk...
Vasily B. Polyakov opened his eyes, stood up, rubbed his head, feeling weak and groggy.
It may be a cold, or it may be that I drank too much alcohol last night.
Get up and walk into the bathroom.
In the mirror with cracked corners is a Slav of more than 1.9 meters, with strong arms, well-developed chest muscles, and a slightly gloomy face, which is a little melancholy. It should be good to drag the suit commercial.
But the current situation of this man is not very good. Embarrassment, downfall, and possibly life-threatening at any time. He doesn't know when he can live a stable life.
The faucet of the wash basin is broken, or the pipeline is too old, the water flowing out is very small, and there is an unpleasant smell.
Polyakov wiped his face casually with water in his hand, walked out of the bathroom, and found that his apartment had an open window.
This is a very small apartment with one bedroom and one bathroom, with mottled walls and shabby floors. The living room has the only small window in the house, which was obviously closed last night.
Polyakov stayed quiet, returned to the bedside of the bedroom slowly, and fetched the pistol hidden under the bedside table. But as soon as the gun started, he immediately felt light.
The magazine in the gun was placed on the closet opposite the bed.
damn it.
Polyakov ran quickly, grabbing the magazine and reloading it.
But the magazine is also lighter.
Several 7.62mm pistol ammunition were placed on a small wooden table in the living room, and they were exactly lined up by the young people sitting on the sofa.
"Good morning, Mr. Marcos." The young man greeted casually, "The air in your room is bad, so I opened the window for you. Don't thank me."
The tall Slavs have no money in their pockets. They rent a small house in Kwai Wan, New Territories. The living conditions are simple and the rent is extremely expensive.
Polyakov rolled his eyes and scanned the other corners of the room. He didn't see anyone else, nor was he particularly moving, he could only walk slowly to the TV in the living room-there was a spare gun behind the big TV.
but... ...
The gun is now on the TV. Also unloaded the magazine and returned the bullet.
"Should I call you Marcos or Vasily?" the young man on the sofa stared and asked.
This situation is not very good.
Ah... Polyakov sighed, relaxed his shoulders, and put down the empty gun in his hand as if he had accepted his fate. He walked to the wine cabinet in the living room, and at the same time turned his head and asked: "Mr. Zhou, you seem to know quite a lot."
"Because you said everything last night." The young man shrugged.
The wine cabinet opened halfway, Polyakov's hand froze, and he turned his head again, "You used the'emetic agent' on me? No wonder I got a headache early in the morning, as if I had forgotten something."
The young man pointed to the wine cabinet and said, "I advise you to drink less, your liver is already showing signs of hardening. It is quite laborious to treat you."
The wine cabinet was empty, there was nothing left.
Polyakov laughed, "Ah..., is this pitying me? Pity a down-and-out ordinary Russian?"
"You are not Russian, and you are even more unusual." The young man pointed to the pistol that was found, "but you are indeed unlucky."
"Then what am I? KGB spy?"
"To be precise, you are a multi-faceted spy. You are a German of Russian descent. Two years ago, you were sent to the KGB for training by the East German spy agency Stasi. But East Germany was finished last year."
When the young man said this, his mouth curled up with a smile.
The 1990s were turbulent, and there were many domestic and foreign incidents.
The Gulf War and the disintegration of the Soviet Union, there were many far-reaching political changes under these major events. For example, the fall of the Berlin Wall and the merger of East and West Germany have happened in the past 90 years.
The'Cold War' ended, and the whole Eastern Europe changed camp.
'Stasi' is the former East German Ministry of National Security, and has always been known for its efficiency and loyalty. But this powerful institution disbanded on March 31, 1990.
Polyakov, who was trained in Lubyanka, was dumbfounded.
During the'Cold War', the intelligence agencies of East and West Germany killed each other mercilessly. The'Cold War' is over, West Germany can accept everything from East Germany, but it definitely does not include the'Staci' which was once a thorn in the eye.
In 1989, the Berlin Wall fell. In December of the same year, the'Stasi' headquarters in Dresden was smashed by angry East German people.
The KGB office building across the street did not escape the catastrophe.
In February 1990, the'Staci' executives realized the danger and destroyed all databases and secret records. But they were too late.
After the merger, the newly elected German parliament launched a counter-offensive, to purge all the former'Stasi' members and file a lawsuit against the perpetrators.
Polyakov could not return to East Germany, he took refuge in the KGB. 'Lubyanka' welcomed him to join...
But this is less than a year. The'KGB' cannot protect itself. Because of the long-term cruel internal cleaning, no one in Mao Xiong likes the KGB.
Especially in the few years after the disintegration of the Soviet Union, the losing KGB suffered heavy losses. It is no exaggeration to say that it was a rat crossing the street.
At this time, both British and American intelligence agencies are very interested in their old opponents.
Don't think that this kind of interest is kind, it often means catching, squeezing, teasing, and then erasing. Only a few particularly valuable targets will be raised.
The struggle in the underground world is so cruel.
Polyakov was not a key target, but he fled Moscow in panic. There are not many places in this world for him to settle down, and hk as a free port is one of them.
But as a former spy, what can Polyakov do? He also tried to find a new owner, but it was difficult for the intelligence community to change jobs.
It's not that you can get a job by submitting a resume, maybe you will die sooner if you expose it.
Hidden in Tibet, Polyakov accidentally hit and ran to the crew of "Shengguang Entertainment" to do odd jobs. He usually gags like a carefree silly foreigner, but he doesn't want to be targeted by his boss when he shows up for the first time.
Very strange, why does a company owner who makes small movies know so much
Hearing that Zhou Qingfeng broke his identity, Polyakov laughed, slammed the bottle in his hand, and kicked it on the glass coffee table in the living room.
Zhou Qingfeng sat lazily on the sofa, and when he reached the front door, he raised his hand to poke aside the wine bottle. The coffee table turned up to hit him, and he stepped on the coffee table with one foot and forced it back to the ground.
The Slav's thick fist came with the sound of the wind, and his tall body was like a vigorous bear, and his aura exploded. As soon as he shook his fist, Zhou Qingfeng counterattacked more quickly.
Punctured punches in the abdomen, hit the chin with a back swing, and dived into the knee. The heavy knees pressed against the Slavs' chest.
Zhou Qingfeng hadn't used any force yet, and if he tried hard, he could squash the target's chest. But just like that, Polyakov's big man of more than 100 kilograms was also knocked upside down by him.
At this moment, the opened wine bottle hit the ground, and the glass coffee table couldn't stand the stepping on and cracked.
Polyakov bumped into the wall and hit the TV cabinet. After he fell to the ground, he arched his body, his chest and abdomen were painful, his mind was dizzy, and he instantly lost his ability to resist.
Zhou Qingfeng shook his hand, curled his mouth and said, "You feel dizzy when you get up? It's not that I used the'vomiting agent' on you, but that I beat you up when I came. You may have forgotten this. Section has gone through."
Fuck!
Polyakov cursed in pain.
"Do you want to lose your memory again?" Zhou Qingfeng asked.
Polyakov arched his back like a lobster, clutched his stomach and waved his hands repeatedly, and said, "No, no, no, one amnesia is enough. I don't want a second time."
"Then what's your name going to be from now on? Vasily B. Polyakov, or Marcos?"
"Marcus, the name Marcos is good. I plan to start my life again, and it would be nice to change the name." The Slavs are sober now, he knows how to choose.
"Very good, we have reached a consensus."
Polyakov doesn't have to worry about finding a new owner, because the new owner finds the door himself.