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Text Chapter 545: People are in Cao Ying, but their hearts are in Han

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    After getting off the bus at the border of Tumen River Estuary, Luo Er and three bodyguard officers waved goodbye to the People's Army who were seeing them off, boarded the Soviet patrol gunboat, and slowly sailed to the other side.

    At a field military airport twenty kilometers away from the shore, a small transport plane spray-painted with the Soviet Air Force emblem has been prepared and is waiting for the arrival of the southern guests.

    Half an hour later, sitting on a GAZ military jeep, Luo Er casually looked at the lush and tall larch forests on both sides. Although the road was rugged, there were not many bumps in this obviously modified jeep.

    The person driving next to him was a Soviet sergeant major. Not only him, but also the three Soviet soldiers facing Harpoon and the others on the bench in the trunk. Luo Er didn't pay much attention to it, but he was interested in Ivan's business methods.  Some agreement.

    In terms of cultivating the foundation, in the army, Ivan did not go directly to the upper level, but started from the lower levels of low-level officers and soldiers. As for the local level, he made friends with all the powerful cadres, of course, with the meal.  Beauty is inevitable.

    It's okay in this place, because people's hands are short, and rheumatism and arthritis are prevalent here. As soon as the burning knife came out, the photo of Ivan's arms was revealed. However, what frustrated Ivan was that it was the military commander.  A damn solicitation failure.

    Komsomolskaya City, as a large supply center in the Siberian Military Region, Ivan was accompanied by a logistics officer. The two of them were hiding in the officer's dormitory of the Logistics Department, drinking glass after glass of vodka to suppress their shock.

    Last week, a lieutenant colonel officer in the logistics department, after enjoying Ivan's burnt knife, stubbornly refused to be loyal to the photo in Ivan's hand. The result was an office with broken flesh and blood, and Ivan almost gave up his bile.  He vomited it all up; so, in the telegram sent to his boss, Ivan raised questions about the effect of the medicine.

    Based on the utmost trust in the boss.  Unwilling to be reconciled, Ivan and a second lieutenant officer who swore allegiance finally found an opportunity and made an appointment with the colonel director of the Logistics Department. After many inquiries, Ivan knew that the director's alcoholic liver disease was in the advanced stages.  .

    As a result, the colonel who was cured by the medicine not only failed to understand Ivan's kindness.  He didn't mention the potion at all. Instead, when Ivan took out the photo, he drew his gun and forced him up, trying to interrogate the source of the potion.

    With his hands raised high, Ivan finally spread his fat palms under the colonel's sarcastic contempt.  He said an answer that made the colonel extremely unhappy, "Colonel, please swear allegiance to Commander Luo,"

    Under the gaze of Ivan and the second lieutenant, the red-faced colonel roared and opened the pistol safety, and then he was like a balloon that had inflated to the extreme.  The limbs of his body swelled up quickly, and he screamed "touch" again and again, and exploded into bits of minced meat.

    During the second close observation, although Ivan and Ivan escaped in time and were not injured, the tragic colonel still dealt a heavy blow to their hearts. They would not be able to return to normal without drinking strong alcohol for two days.

    "Gudong." Ivan, who was lying on the sofa after taking another sip of strong wine, stared at his dry eyes, threw away the empty wine bottle, and let out a long belch, "I said Ander  Lie, give me another bottle."

    Sitting on the single bed opposite, Second Lieutenant Andre smiled bitterly, leaned over and picked up a bottle of 65-degree military liquor from the box at his feet.  He held it in his hand and bumped it, "Stationmaster Ivan, you still need to be more restrained. You can't drink three meals a day like this."

    As an officer in the Military Region Logistics Department, Andrei, who has a low status, is actually just the manager of the scrapped materials warehouse. He is also the No. 27 warehouse area that specializes in managing scrapped guns and ammunition; he also manages large mechanical materials such as tanks and armored vehicles.  The good job is not his turn at all.

    The depressed Andre finally found a beautiful girlfriend in the city, but he was very impressed by his allowance. The price of a mink coat was the price of a mink coat that he had saved up for a year without smoking or drinking.  Maybe you can buy half of it.  Fortunately, there is no need to spend money on food and clothing now.

    And the young officers in the same department, those colleagues with family backgrounds, are already driving high-end cars and taking their female companions on outings and hunting all day long. None of these idle guys have seriously left the military academy.

    The house leaked and it rained continuously. Andre's girlfriend suffered from osteomyelitis. He injured his right leg in a business accident. In despair, Ivan appeared in the ward while waiting for amputation.

    Two expensive burning knives won Andre's loyalty. Ivan originally lamented his unwillingness to lose money in business, but after these two failed actions, it has turned into a fluke.

    "Call me deputy station chief, Andre. Maybe I don't even have the dignity to work as deputy station chief." Ivan bowed hard, and the anesthesia of alcohol made him lie down on the sofa in the end. Although he was conscious, heThe amount of strong alcohol was enough to make him breath out a strong smell of alcohol and make him unable to move in place.

    The "disappearance" of the colonel and section chief will soon arouse the concern of the Logistics Department and even the Political Department of the Military Region. Ivan has already made plans to retreat, as local cadres are easy to get along with.

    "Haha, stationmaster Ivan, these two failures are actually very effective." A faint smile appeared on Andre's handsome face, and the ambition that could not be concealed in his blue eyes was reflected in his eyes.  Ivan's revelation came to light when he was drunk.

    "For those political cadres and officers, as well as candidates with strong organizational concepts, it is not appropriate for us to contact them at the moment. However, those officers who use various tricks to get money from their arms are the best sources of our intelligence agents,"

    "Flies don't bite seamless eggs. It's hard to say this, but it's also the truth. When sand forms a tower, and there are a certain number of officers at the bottom, it's time for a qualitative change."

    "There are not many lieutenant-level officers in our station now, and only one of your relatives is the school-level officer, but there are hundreds of sergeant-major level officers. They are the real backbone of the army. I believe, according to the Chinese  It is said that there will be more and more comrades who are in Cao's camp and whose hearts are in Han."

    Andre's concise analysis made Ivan's turbid thinking quietly flash a bright light, and his heavy breathing became much lighter; yes, even if he relied on these low-level officers and local intelligence agents, he could still  We have sent two batches of arms to Freeport, so we can still make some achievements in the future.

    Taking a deep breath, Ivan slowly sat up and looked at Andre in front of him upright, although the flush on his face did not dissipate.  But his eyes brightened again; after a while, he said, "Andre, congratulations, I will ask the commander to list you as a formal intelligence agent, with a monthly salary of one thousand US dollars, and bonuses for single missions will be calculated separately."

    As a peripheral intelligence agent of the intelligence station, there is no allowance. Only when the task is completed will there be relevant bounties.

    Ivan¡¯s words caused a slight blush to appear on Andre¡¯s calm face; the first step in the intelligence station had been taken, and it would all depend on his performance in the future.

    The next plan.  Just need to find a gap.

    When Ivan and Andrei rested and were in a good mood, again plotting the target of the next attack, Luo Er had already changed into a Soviet-style lieutenant uniform, and with three bodyguards dressed as soldiers, boarded the military mail flight.  Long's plane jumped up from the dirt runway of the airport and flew straight towards Khabarovsk; in view of the aircraft's mission range.  You have to refuel in Khabarovsk before continuing to Komsomolsk.

    Ivan has walked too many times on the road from the border to Komsomolsk. For the sake of his own safety, he will try his best to arrange a smooth passage, even if it is a waste of burning knives, it is worth it; in this regard, Ivan and Luo Er are very happy  It's reassuring.

    In the buzzing cabin, Luo Er was wrapped in a military coat and leaning on a bench.  The three Harpoons stood beside them. On the seats opposite them, six officers from different units also closed their eyes and meditated. Everyone remained silent.

    Being able to board the military mail plane with a pass shows that everyone is a passenger on the plane, and is part of the Soviet Union's million-strong army.  The only people who can get to know each other are the people around them. It is normal for us to be strangers to each other and fly together.

    Luo Er went to Khabarovsk to transfer flights, but after Ivan broke up with Andrei, he went into the Workers' and Peasants' Hotel in the city.  and the hotel manager, Colonel Kamen, head of the Siberian branch of the Soviet State Security Council in Komsomolsk, for a routine exchange of information.

    The National Security Council (KGB) was established in 1954. This agency can be traced back to the "Cheka" established when the Bolshevik government was first established in December 1917, with Dzerzhinsky as its first head.

    The KGB¡¯s areas of competence are roughly equivalent to those of the CIA and FBI counterintelligence departments. It is renowned for its strength and sophistication, and in some respects even exceeds that of the United States.  .  In the 1930s, the NKVD led by Yagoda and Yezhov became the tool of the "Great Purges".

    During the Cold War, the functions of the "KGB" involved all domestic fields, superior to the Soviet party and government, and became synonymous with Red Terror internationally.

    In 1918, as the Soviet Russian government moved its capital to Moscow, Cheka moved its headquarters from No. 2 Khovaya Street in Petrograd (St. Petersburg) to No. 11 Lubyanka Square near the Kremlin.

    KGB's main agencies include the "Foreign Intelligence Service, Domestic Counterintelligence Service, Military Administration, Border Guard Administration, General Affairs Bureau, KGB Foreign Station Group, etc." The number of KGB system staff once reached more than 500,000, and the headquarters  There are 10,000 people in government agencies, 200,000 people in espionage, counterintelligence and technical support departments, and 300,000 border guards. In addition, there are 1.5 million informants nationwide and 250,000 intelligence personnel abroad. The annual budget is US$10 billion.  .

    The KGB has always been the Soviet Union¡¯s foreign intelligence and counterintelligence work.  Domestic security and border protectionThe department to be responsible is a "super department" that is superior to all departments of the party, government and military. It is a detached organization that is only responsible to the Political Bureau of the Central Committee.

    As "the world's largest spy agency that collects secret intelligence," the KGB has changed its name 11 times. As a small figure in the KGB, Ivan naturally has to maintain close contact with the organization; and his proactive behavior also benefits himself.  Put on a yoke in exchange for the yoke of personal safety.

    There is no way, Ivan, who is involved in the overall domestic situation, cannot get rid of the sharp minions of the KGB.

    Although Colonel Carmen was not eligible for the ration of the medicines that Ivan had brought back earlier, last Christmas, Ivan, who had just settled in Komsomolsk, came to the door with great discernment and personally presented two burning knives to him.  Carmen had a very good impression of him.

    This is also the result of Ivan not daring to take out the photo, but the personal friendship between the two instantly rose to a very satisfactory level, and Ivan was very satisfied for the time being.

    "Brother Carmen, you are still busy listening to the widow's corner," Ivan, who was as burly as a bear, climbed to the second floor of the hotel and opened the brown door of the manager's office with familiarity; what caught his eye was the bald eagle's eyes.  Carmen, sitting on the leather chair behind her desk, was shaking with excitement.

    Only Ivan, a vulgar guy, dared to enter Carmen's office without telling him; however, in order not to deeply irritate the man in front of him, Ivan just stood at the door and teased him.

    Under Ivan's wanton gaze, Carmen secretly let out a long breath, twisted her neck left and right, snorted sinisterly in her nose, and then a slender blonde waiter emerged from under her feet, with residual residue on her red mouth.  With white liquid stains on his face, he lowered his head and entered the lounge next door.

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    There was no hint of courtesy in his words.

    Also, no man is interrupted, and there will be no good mood.

    For Ivan, a former national intelligence agent who resigned and started working alone, Carmen would never take a direct look in the past, but now, he can't seem to feel the slightest resentment towards this friend.

    "Tsk, tsk, you, Carmen, have always been a wealthy and wealthy person. I don't have any good news, so how dare you come here to show off." The careless Ivan was naturally not polite when he saw the small door of the lounge closed, and shook his head.  His head sat on the sofa.

    "A lieutenant colonel officer and a colonel officer, both of whom may be dead, is there any news?" Before Ivan could speak again, Carmen asked suddenly, her hazy eyes scanning Ivan's face.

    "No, I'm talking about another thing," Ivan replied calmly, taking out the cigar box from his pocket, throwing one to Carmen first, and lighting one for himself to refresh himself.
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