Austria, Vienna

The cheerful piano sound echoed in the room.

The little boy's ten fingers were flying on the keys. Next to him, Jack was listening quietly with his eyes closed.

"Stop, the transition here is a bit too hasty. Slow down a little. There is also the third syllable of the second paragraph. You let go too fast and it seems too hasty. Do it again..."

Jack pointed out the flaws in the little boy's playing, and his angular face made him look a little serious.

The little boy nodded and played again.

Just at this moment, the phone in my pocket vibrated.

Jack opened his phone and took a look.

Pamela Landy? Is this the beginning of the Bourne Supremacy plot?

Putting the phone back in his pocket, he said, "Okay, that's it for today's class. The classes for the next two days are canceled and I need to do some personal things."

"Okay, teacher."

After leaving the student's home, Jack went downstairs, started the car, and drove around the city twice to make sure it was not being followed, then drove into the dock warehouse area and finally stopped in front of a container warehouse.

Use the key to open the heavy chain lock. As the iron door is opened, the sensor light in the container lights up.

This is a secret warehouse.

On the front is a large table. On the table is a small amount of cash and several passports. The cash is divided into US dollars and euros, all of which are bundled in rolls...

On the shelf on the other side are various weapons, pistols, submachine guns, and assault rifles. They are all common models. Although there are not many, they are still filled with a whole shelf.

The man took off his glasses and put them aside, and began to search in his passport.

Glasses are just props he usually uses to disguise himself, making his eyes look less sharp.

The photos on these passports are all of his own, but their names and nationalities are different.

Soon he settled on a passport.

The man's name is Jack Cliff, codenamed "Woodpecker", one of the "Falcons" of the "Tripstone" project, stationed in Austria.

He is also a time-traveler. In his previous life, he was a mercenary, paid to do things, and eventually died under the encirclement and suppression of anti-terrorism forces. After time-traveling, he became an agent, which is not bad, and he experienced a different life.

After everything was cleaned up, Jack turned and left.

The lights of the container went out again, and the sound of chains being locked came from outside, followed by the sound of a car's engine, which gradually faded away.

……

Moscow city center

There were only a few people in an ordinary cafe on the roadside. It was just after noon, and it was not yet afternoon tea time, so there were not many people in the cafe.

The doorbell rang, and a young couple opened the door and walked into the cafe, finding a seat by the window. After ordering drinks, they stayed together, whispering from time to time, which was indescribably sweet.
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In the back of the cafe, a middle-aged man who looked like a scholar was sitting there alone with a newspaper in his hand.

The middle-aged man just casually glanced at the couple who had just come in, and then turned his attention back to the newspaper in his hand. He kept flipping through the newspaper and took a sip of coffee from time to time.

The middle-aged man is Brian Parker. He looks very gentle and carries a calm temperament in his behavior. And his profession matches his temperament very well. He is a professor at a national university in Moscow.

Of course, this is only his apparent identity. His true identity is the head of the CIA's Moscow intelligence station.

The doorbell of the cafe rang occasionally, which was when someone came in or left. Parker seemed to be very focused on reading the newspaper, flipping the pages from time to time. When he flipped through the newspaper again, he found that the empty seat in front of him was currently sitting.

A middle-aged man wearing a trench coat.

Parker was not surprised at all by the sudden appearance of the man in the trench coat, but just frowned slightly.

The man in the windbreaker has a very ordinary appearance, his hair is a little curly, and the skin on his face is slightly rough, looking like it has been eroded by wind and frost.

Seeing Parker's frown, the man in the trench coat smiled nonchalantly: "It seems that my appearance has made your mood worse."

Parker was noncommittal and simply put down the newspaper. He didn't like the guy in front of him, but there was nothing he could do.

About a week ago, he, the biggest mole lurking in Russia, was caught, and the person in charge was the guy in front of him named Oleg Orlov.

Parker still doesn't know how he was exposed. He can only attribute it to the strength of the FSB. After all, it is a spy agency that inherited the mantle of the KGB.

At that time, he wanted to bite the cyanide in his teeth, but the FSB did not give him a chance, and they removed his jaw.

Xunsi is not because of his firm belief, but because he does not want to be tortured.

But after his arrest, he was not tortured to extract a confession. Perhaps they felt that keeping an intelligence officer of his level was far more valuable than using him all at once.

Afterwards, the FSB threw him aside, seemingly giving him enough time to figure it all out on his own.

After many mental confrontations, he was shaken.

He is not afraid of death. Death only requires a moment of courage.

From the moment he didn't die, he knew that if he didn't cooperate, endless torture would be waiting for him.

This is something he cannot bear.

He took the initiative to reveal a valuable target, which led to the abortion of a long-planned CIA plan, and its intelligence network in Moscow was also damaged to a certain extent.

This is considered a certificate of investment.

This is also the first cooperation between the two parties.

Yes, Orlov called this cooperation, which left him a fig leaf to store his humble dignity.

After this incident, even if Parker pretends to be a coward and finally escapes back to the United States, the CIA will not let him go.

Parker continued to serve as his intelligence officer, but the CIA's arrangements in Russia began to become transparent to the FSB.

Of course, Parker will not have no reservations. He spits it out bit by bit to the FSB every time like squeezing out toothpaste. As long as he is still useful, the FSB will not do anything to him, and even the CIA will liquidate him in the future.

The FSB will also provide protection.

Looking at the cold guy in front of him, Parker's mouth twitched and finally said: "I need you to do something for me?"

"Oh?"

Orlov showed great interest. He had always come to Parker for information, and this was the first time that Parker took the initiative to contact him.

"Actually, this is also a good thing for you."

Parker took out a photo and handed it over.

"This person's name is Pamela Landy, from the CIA Counterintelligence Center. I received news that she recently appeared in Moscow. I think he came for me."

Olof picked up the photo and looked at it without comment.

The other party is from the CIA Counterintelligence Center, and he is from the FSB Counterintelligence Division. In terms of the nature of their work, the two of them can be considered peers.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Kill her. No matter if she is here for me this time, kill her."

"Then what do I get?"

Orlov began to make conditions.

"I provide a list of at least six lurkers."

"No, this is not enough at all. I want a list of all CIA spies in Russia, all of them!"
Chapter completed!