In the simple and dark room, Marco Shi stared at the open door in a daze. After confirming that there was no threat, he quickly picked up his pistol and reloaded the disassembled bullets and magazines.
Click, the magazine returned, the bolt was locked, and the safety opened.
Marcos rushed out of the room with a gun and aimed at the stairs. His heart is pounding, his heart is calm, his body is excited, and he can fight at any time.
The old-fashioned apartment stairs are narrow and dark, the floor is damp, and the corners of the walls are green. Some tenants came back in the middle of the night and vomited in the stairwell, which was disgusting and unpleasant.
Marco Shi's muzzle was facing down and up again.
The stairwell was not quiet, and everyone was making noisy noises. Neighbors are too close, and everything is like broadcasting.
After a few seconds, Marco Shi was confused and relaxed, and closed the door again.
Damn, what happened
Ma Keshi touched his chest, and his lungs burst out of his knees just now, completely dying. The psychological horror has not yet dissipated, but it is physically okay.
Going into the bathroom and looking in the mirror, there is still blood on the corner of his mouth. But the red and swollen left mandible is safe and sound, even if I rub my fingers a minute ago, it still hurts a lot.
"Who did I provoke?" Ma Keshi squeezed his face, feeling that his complexion was much better than usual.
As an intelligence officer, life is not as handsome and exciting as in the movies, but rather intense and boring all the year round. Because of the hopeless future, Marcos contracted alcoholism in the past two years.
Many Eastern Europeans are doing this now, including men and women, young and old. Life is hopeless, and you can only relieve your sorrows by being drunk. It is not uncommon to be frozen to death in the wild.
Because of drunkenness and freezing to death too frequently, the later Maozi gang wanted to kill people and didn't bother to use guns and knives. At night, the target was invited to the tavern to drink, and after getting drunk, he moved to the open air.
The next day the corpse was hard, and the police came easily. It was just an accident after drinking.
Heavy drinking can easily lead to alcoholic liver cirrhosis, fatigue, fatigue, listlessness, and gray complexion. It is easy to distinguish alcoholics just by looking at them.
But... Marcos stretched out his hand and pressed his liver, and then compared himself in the mirror, recalling what happened a few minutes ago, "That guy has superpowers?"
No kidding, the United States and the Soviet Union have been very serious about the idea of superhumans since the 1960s, and have invested heavily in doing a lot of experiments.
After the Second World War, science and technology exploded. Mankind invented a cross-age computer, went into space, and landed on the moon. With the support of strong national power, nothing can stop the imagination of scientists.
The first satellite, the first astronaut, the first space station, the first landing on the moon, the first trip to Mars, the first spacecraft to the sun, or flying out of the solar system to explore the vast universe.
Thirty years later, technological development has stalled. Ordinary people feel that their lives are changing with each passing day, but scientists are just patching up on the basis of their predecessors, waiting for the next technological revolution.
In the 1990s, people believed in receiving extraterrestrial energy with an aluminum pot. If someone really has mastered superpowers, it is not unacceptable.
Zhou Qingfeng's abnormal ability made Ma Keshi to think seriously, is this a scam? Illusion? little tricks? It's all possible. But his body is clearly stating that something magical has happened.
"It's terrible." Marco shook his head, put on his clothes, and hid the pistol. He grabbed the business card left by Irene and hurried out.
If he is still a member of'Staci' or'KGB', Marcos will not hesitate to choose to report to his superiors and wait for instructions.
But now there is a ghost superior.
Do you know how bad things are now? The huge Soviet empire is falling apart. A certain emperor also came home from East Germany, so he had to wonder if it was feasible to drive a taxi in Moscow
History is full of absurdity and unknowable.
"This is clearly bullying me for helplessness."
Marco left the apartment and casually ate breakfast on the street. He didn't think too much, and the current situation couldn't allow him to waste time. He held his business card and dialed the number above.
"Hey, this is Marcos."
Irene’s surprise sounded on the other end of the phone, and then Zhou Qingfeng answered the phone, "Mr. Marcos, I thought I could only receive your call tomorrow."
Ma Keshi stood on the messy street below the apartment, looked up at the broken house where he lived, and sighed: "No one will find an intelligence agent to sell an underground movie..."
"No, no," Zhou Qingfeng interrupted: "The company now has a wide range of business operations. We are not just making some realistic movies.
I was in contact with a group of Vietnamese before, and connected to a smuggling network that can communicate with the entire Southeast Asia.
Now'Shengguang Entertainment' is providing a variety of spiritual food for hundreds of millions of people. We are also backed by mainland China, which can provide a large number of low-end industrial products and at the same time have a strong demand for agricultural products.
This is a very broad market, worth fighting for for a lifetime. "
Uncle Zhou was bragging about his group, and Marcos rolled his eyes while listening on the phone.
The latter couldn't help but ridiculed: "So you worked so hard to toss me, plan to let me be a salesman to help you sell those books, magazines and videos?"
"That's not true." Zhou Qingfeng was not full of food. "Come to the company building in Causeway Bay. You can take a look at your office."
'Holy Light' has an eight-story office building in Causeway Bay. This place is well-known in hk, and every month there are so-called suffering masters who seek trouble through various channels.
After Ma Keshi entered the'Shengguang Entertainment' several times, today's feeling is really different. He has heard terrible rumors about this building, and he also knows that the original owner of this place is unknown.
He was just a joke when he heard it. He was an elite trained by the world's two major intelligence agencies. How could he be afraid of illusory and mysterious stories
Today, Lao Ma is standing downstairs in the company, looking at the ordinary glass door, really a little scared.
Are all the rumors in the past true
The so-called bloody night massacre, the end of the hall, the bizarre disappearance, the brain-controlled puppet, the big man Huang Man—and so on, Uncle Zhou strongly requested that the last one be crossed out.
It's Marcos' turn. He hesitated downstairs for a while, then bit the bullet and walked in.
The president's office is on the eighth floor, and Zhou Qingfeng has just returned. Seeing the front and back feet of the old horse appeared, he asked Irene to make a cup of coffee for the other person, and pointed to the sofa, "Be free, I'm not very disciplined."
Yes, I really don't pay attention to the rules, because there are no rules at all.
Ma Keshi glanced casually, an ordinary office.
The floor-to-ceiling windows are facing Victoria Bay, but are blocked by other high-rise buildings, and there is no sea view.
There is a large desk and two couches in the room. Bookcases, coffee tables, corner bonsai, etc. are all available.
Zhou Qingfeng sat on his boss chair, supported the table with one hand, and shook his body with the chair, and said to Marcos, "I need to get some nuclear materials, uranium 235 or plutonium 239."
Haha..., Marcos made a funny laugh. He spread his hands, "I knew it wouldn't be easy
Nuclear material, I bet you still want weapon-level concentration. Isn't this something that can be easily reached? Nuclear materials are closely monitored. The whole world is staring. "
Zhou Qingfeng shrugged, "So what..., do you do it?"
Irene just handed Marcos a cup of coffee. Zhou Qingfeng waved his hand and forcibly snatched it from his hand in the air.
Ma Keshi took a bite in his hand, and his heart felt like a crit. He couldn't help but be surprised, quickly sat up, stared and asked, "How did this happen?"
"Just treat me as Yuri." The coffee fell into Zhou Qingfeng's palm, and he took a sip indifferently, "Oh, you may not know what'Yuri' is."