Lancelot was joking, but the movement of his hands didn't stop. He carefully put all the samples into the box.
After closing the box, he looked at Smith: "The first step here is completed. The next step is the key. In order to confuse the Soviets, we need to send multiple packages at the same time. Here is the list."
Lancelot took out a note and handed it to Smith.
Smith saw that there were eight ways to deliver the "package" written on it, each of which looked very professional.
"As for me," Lancelot said, "I will carry this suitcase swaggeringly and fly straight to Yokosuka on that Chinook just now."
Smith: "If you wait a little longer, a Wasp will arrive offshore and can land directly on the Wasp, and then the Soviets will be beyond their reach."
Lancelot shook his head: "You are so naive. But your idea is good. I see that there is still a Chinook in the place used as a temporary takeoff and landing field. I will take one and go. You can come back later when the Wasp arrives." Let that one deliver a package to the Hornet."
Smith couldn't help but said, "Aren't you a bit too mythical about KGB?"
Lancelot stared at Smith for a few seconds, and suddenly asked: "Just a few months ago, a cobra was stolen in Tokyo and then shot in downtown Tokyo, you should know?"
Smith raised his eyebrows in dissatisfaction, because Lancelot's question sounded like a challenge to his professional ability.
Of course he knew about the cobra.
Tokyo is the resident of the Far East Bureau. In theory, he should know all the troubles in Tokyo.
"It seems that you know. But I bet you don't know why a Japanese library worker suddenly sneaked into a US military base and stole a helicopter that was secretly sold to Central Asia."
Smith pursed his lips. This touched his sore spot. With his confidentiality authority, he was unable to view this part of the content. The briefing he was given was full of blacked out sections.
Lancelot continued: "Actually, besides burying the activation key, that person has done other things, which is a relatively rare type. But we estimate that there are quite a few guys who only buried the activation key. As many as ten thousand.
"People who seem to have no problems with their resumes will wake up immediately after hearing a certain phrase and become loyal Soviet spies. It's almost like a virus in the incubation period."
Smith: "How is this possible? Even if brainwashing and thought stamping are true, it would take many days in a professional organization..."
"No, no need. You know the Black Panther Party?"
Smith nodded.
"No matter how hard the FBI digs, they can't find any evidence that the KGB or any other country's intelligence agency has any connection with the leader of the Black Panther Party, so they can't charge him with treason, they can only discredit his personal morality.
"What I'm going to tell you is that although we have no evidence, we know how the KGB did it.
"We are actually doing similar things, and humans are easier to manipulate than imagined."
Smith: "Is it really okay for you to speak the secret like this?"
Lancelot spread his hands: "You can make a small report, even if you can really send the report to the big bosses behind the scenes who only have voices, they will only reply 'we don't care'."
"How could you not care? If what you just said is true, you have already violated..."
"Relax," Lancelot interrupted Smith, "assuming you're a serious fan of conspiracy theories, you think what I just told you has nothing to do with Roswell, Area 51, the Bermuda Devil's Triangle, and the latest Which one interests you more, the moon landing hoax, etc.?"
Smith thought about it and found himself far more interested in the Roswell alien incident and 51.
"Look, that's it. What I just told you is also unimaginative in the field of conspiracy theories. Using the latest achievements of modern psychology to manipulate human beings sounds like a blast."
Li, who had been listening in, said at this time: "Yes. In comparison, the psychohistory proposed by Isaac Asimov in the "Foundation" series sounds a little cooler."
Lancelot smiled: "Tuochuan, the end of the stars."
Tuochuan is the capital of the Galactic Empire in the "Foundation Series".
The popularity of science fiction in the United States in this era is roughly equivalent to that of martial arts in China in the 1980s and 1990s, and Internet literature in China in the 21st century.
Any American who has read books in this era can get involved in something related to science fiction.
Li raised his eyebrows: "Actually, I prefer Asimov's "I Robot" series. "Steel Cave" and "The Naked Sun" are all great. Heinlein is more interesting for space operas."
"Don't James Gunn's space operas deserve titles?" Lancelot said.
Smith: "Hey, we're at work, gentlemen."
"Okay, okay, go to work." Lancelot grabbed the handle of the box containing the samples with his left hand, and took out the handcuffs with his right hand to bind the handle of the box and his wrist. "Then I'm going. Remember to follow my note Send samples as written."
Smith nodded.
"Don't forget the last one added." After speaking, Lancelot turned and left the tent with the box in his hand.
Smith and his partner Lee exchanged glances.
Li: "I think he's pretty good, but he's not like an agent. And what are those things you just said? A latent spy who will be activated when he hears a certain phrase? How can such a thing exist?"
Smith shrugged: "It's nonsense. It's not like I haven't met this kind of old man who likes to talk about various conspiracy theories."
Li smiled: "Especially in the intelligence analysis class, there are lots of freaks like this. Last time I met someone who firmly believed that the FBI killed Elvis Presley. He joined the CIA to find out the truth."
Smith was speechless: "Could it be that he thinks that the CIA and the FBI are monitoring each other?"
Li just spread his hands.
At this time, the two heard harsh buzzing sounds from outside the tent at the same time.
Sounds like buzzing from a badly tuned broadcast mic.
Smith: "What the hell?"
Theoretically speaking, Smith has no command authority, but in fact, the Japanese Ground Self-Defense Force here has to tell him first and get his consent.
And Smith didn't know why he turned on the radio at this time.
Li: "It sounds like the horn of the village hall, the one that plays that weird tune every evening."
Smith: "Maybe I just accidentally touched the switch? After all, it just clicked and didn't speak..."
As soon as the voice fell, someone squeezed his throat and began to speak in a so-called broadcast tone: "Watermelon, plum, leopard..."
Smith and Lee looked at each other.
**
Lancelot, who had already reached the temporary apron, turned his head to look at the horn closest to here.
"It came so fast. Or...you have been eyeing this thing for a long time?"
While talking to himself, he looked away and glanced at the Chinook pilot in the cockpit.
The latter had just checked the order with his boss.
"Mr. Lancelot, we have confirmed the take-off order, welcome aboard."
"Yeah. Quickly let the rotor spin, quick."
Lancelot watched the pilot carefully as he spoke.
—It shouldn’t be such a coincidence, the awakened agent is the pilot, right
Caution is the boat.
"The situation has changed, sergeant." Lancelot put on a serious expression, "I order you to get off your plane."
"But… "
"I will fly every type of vehicle that the U.S. military has fielded, including spacecraft, so rest assured."
The pilot was about to reply when he suddenly stopped, apparently a new order came from the headset.
"Yes, I understand." After finishing the communication, the pilot glanced at Lancelot, took off his earphones and hung them on the dashboard, and quickly unfastened his seat belt.
Just ten seconds later, Lancelot got into the driver's seat, uncuffed the box on his left hand, and relocked it to the passenger seat.
Lancelot put on the headset that still had the body temperature of the previous pilot: "Uh... what's my radio call sign?"
"Knight 74, good morning, Hawkeye is over." It should be the communication response from the nearby AWACS aircraft on duty in the air.
"Knight 74, received. I'm taking off now, destination Yokosuka, over."
"Destination Yokosuka, Hawkeye understands, over."
While communicating with Lancelot, the engine output power was increased, and the propeller pitch was adjusted at the same time, so that the Chinook could obtain the strongest take-off lift.
The ugly flying car slowly left the ground.
It was only then that Lancelot remembered that he hadn't worn his seat belt yet.
Not a big problem.
The helicopter roared past this small hot spring street, past the hot spring hotel halfway up the mountain, and headed straight for Tokyo.
**
On Hema's side, he listened to the enigmatic content played on the radio, watched the Chinook whizzing past in the sky, frowning and trying to figure out what happened.
First of all, this broadcast feels... a bit like the start-up words of a potential agent. In my previous life, I and Ma had seen this start-up method in Marvel’s "Winter Soldier" series of comics. The perspective experience once.
Someone in the village is activating a sleeper agent
If this is the case, it means that a Soviet agent has sneaked into the village.
Because the broadcasting systems in the villages in this kind of ravine are very backward, maybe they are old equipment before the war. There is no possibility of remote control of these things. The guy who did this kind of thing must be in the broadcasting room of the village hall now.
But after the bacterial infection incident, the hot spring street was blocked. Yesterday, Ma Zai and Qingliu watched the county police stopped a few kilometers away from the hot spring street by the Self-Defense Forces.
Even the county police couldn’t get in, let alone strangers from other places.
Could it be...Soviet agents have been lurking in for a long time? Now to counter this situation, activate another sleeper agent to help
However, wouldn't he expose himself in this way? Still an agent after all
Unless he is absolutely sure that he will not be discovered.
-How can this be
**
Smith led the charge into the studio.
His partner Li followed closely behind him, and the two played a standard indoor combat time difference.
However, there was no one in the studio.
Li kicked open the utility room attached to the studio, and quickly searched inside: "No one."
Smith pressed the stop button on the PA console and played the tape: "This is the recording."
He turned around: "Call everyone who showed up at the village hall today! Gather to the big meeting room."
"Let's do it." Li simply replied.
A few minutes later, a total of fifteen people from the Hot Spring Street Tourism Promotion Association and the village office were gathered in the large conference room.
"Is it all there?" Smith asked.
Li: "There is also an old lady, the mother of Eita Mukai, the village chief and president of the Tourism Promotion Association. The old lady has been taking care of her son in the village office for the past two days. You have seen her."
Smith nodded: "Well, we won't wait, let's start first. Each of you report where you were just now, and who can testify for you!"
As soon as the words fell, a hurried call came from Smith's headset: "Emergency call, Hawkeye's radar has lost Knight 74, repeat, Hawkeye's radar has lost Knight 74, the final coordinates are as follows..."
Smith was speechless: "Great gift, Xie Te."
Suddenly, he was shocked.
"Li! Go find that old lady!"
Li was still a little dazed: "Which old lady?"
"That old lady named Mukai!"
**
Lancelot pushed away the heavy shards on his body and touched the hole in his forehead.
The bullet should have been stuck in the skull, this time he completely saved his life.
His head felt like he hadn't slept for a month, and he was suffering from convulsions.
Lancelot pulled out the small first-aid kit from the wreckage of the plane, pulled out the squeeze morphine syringe, bit off the cap, and was about to inject, when he suddenly remembered that he hadn't been taught where to put the morphine when he was shot in the head.
After all, a bullet in the head usually kills them, and there is no need to use morphine, so it was not taught in the training.
After thinking about it, Lancelot put morphine on his left shoulder—this is the way to deal with injuries to the left side of his body.
It should be a psychological effect. After the morphine injection, Lancelot immediately felt that the pain subsided.
"I didn't expect to be tricked by an old woman." He muttered.
Of course, Lancelot was on guard against the enemy sneaking into the Chinook. He himself liked to do such things, so there was no reason why he couldn't prevent others from doing so.
But when he saw that the opponent was an old woman, he still froze for a moment, and was hit in the head in the end.
In a duel like this, a moment of stupefaction can tell the winner.
It's a pity that the opposite side didn't come up to make up the gun when they saw a gunshot to the head, otherwise the glorious life of Agent Lancelot would have to end here.
The morphine kicked in and the pain really started to go away.
Lancelot decided to have a cigarette to calm down the shock first, and open a bottle of beer if possible, to celebrate his first mission failure in ten years.
It took him a long time to find a completely squashed cigarette, put it in his mouth, and then find a match—since his Zipo lighter was leaked during the shootout and then ignited and burned his beard. He used matches just like those veteran agents.
As soon as the cigarette was lit, a large piece of the burning helicopter wreckage suddenly fell off not far away, making a loud noise.
Lancelot was startled, stared at the wreckage of the helicopter for several seconds, and decided to run away.
**
A roadside station three kilometers from the crash site.
There are many stations in Japan that open to remote villages, standing alone in the wilderness without people, and there may be two trains passing by in the morning and evening.
For the convenience of people waiting for the bus, this kind of station is often equipped with a small lounge and a coin-operated public phone. If it is close to a big city like Tokyo, it may also be equipped with an unmanned vending machine.
The old lady Mukai dragged the person who was waiting for the car just killed into the shadow behind the hut, and changed into that person's clothes.
Then he wiped his face lightly, and his face changed, it was exactly the same as the unlucky guy who just died.
He took out a coin from his wallet and threw it into the payphone, then dialed the number he remembered.
"Hello, it's me." After the call was connected, he said in an old lady's voice, "I took back the goods. No one told me that the woman next to Kiryu and Ma was the fucking Tamazamae. Yesterday I thought she was paying attention. It wasn't on me, so I didn't see through my disguise, but today the Americans sent people to pick up the goods, and I think I have been exposed."
While speaking, he glanced at the box with the biochemical pollution mark. To be honest, it is too inconvenient to carry this box around unless there is a car to pick it up.
If the extracted memory is correct, the problem with the car should be resolved immediately.
"I will continue to flee, and I will contact you when I am safe. It's over." After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone directly and sighed a long time.
When he was caught by Van Helsing one hundred and twenty years ago, he had never been so embarrassed.
Mysterious decline or something, it's so annoying that the dignified vampires are reduced to working for the Soviets.
But thanks to the mysterious decline, he gained the power to walk in the sun and no longer fear the flowing water.
He also likes sunbathing.
But garlic and crosses are still indifferent.
Just as he was thinking, the silhouette of a bus appeared at the end of his field of vision.
Based on the memory that was extracted when he sucked blood just now, he knew that it was the bus he was waiting for.
After being an old woman for three years, it's time to enjoy life.
He threw a coat over the snatched box, blocking the green sign of biochemical contamination.
Three years ago, KGB did not know where to get information, saying that there was a secret research base of old Japan near Meiquan Shrine, so he was sent to investigate, who is good at extracting memories and impersonating others.
As soon as he arrived at the hot spring street, he could tell that Mukai Eita had a problem, presumably because he was possessed by some residual obsession.
Unexpectedly, after he reported to the superior, he got the instruction to act as Mukai Eita's mother and observe Mukai Eita's actions.
Those human professors seem to be very interested in this phenomenon that a part of the will can affect the living after death.
As for biological weapons, that's just incidental.
In fact, Lubyanka never asked him to get even a sample of biological weapons to send to Moscow for three years.
If it weren't for this incident, maybe Lubyanka's senior intelligence officers would never have remembered that there was a biological weapon.
In any case, away from the demon fox that may still have relatively strong power, the biological weapon sample has been secured, and an American agent has been killed. This time, I can probably apply for a vacation to the Black Sea for a few months.
The bus is coming.
As long as Kiryu and Ma don't make any troubles suddenly, this matter will be over smoothly.
He recalled the situation when he saw Kiryu and Ma yesterday.
Although that guy was still a teenager, he already exuded an aura similar to that of Van Helsing.
That American agent looks stronger now, but in time he will definitely not be the opponent of Kiryu and Ma.
Ever since he escaped from the British Isles in embarrassment by Van Helsing, he has lamented more than once that human beings are really a terrible race.
One or two thousand years ago, to vampires, they were just like bread, but now they have become the masters of this world.
His exclamation was interrupted by the sound of the bus horn.
"Are you coming up or not?" The bus driver looked at him with a frown.
"Oh, sorry, sorry." He hurried on the bus.
After a sound of hydraulic slamming, the bus engine roared and carried him away.
Almost at the same time, the sound of a helicopter engine came from far away.