What Sophia wants is not available in another world, so she must go to the real world to find it. Even in the real world, it is not convenient at home, so she must go abroad.
Zhou Qingfeng thought of a way, he took a plane to hk.
And in a simple apartment in HK...
Vasily B. Polyakov opened his eyes, stood up, and rubbed his head. He felt weak and groggy all over.
Maybe I have a cold, or maybe I drank too much last night.
Get up and go into the bathroom.
In the cracked mirror is a Slavic man who is over 1.9 meters tall. He has thick arms, well-developed chest muscles, and a slightly gloomy face that looks a bit melancholy. He would be a good choice for a suit commercial.
But this man's current situation is not very good. He is embarrassed, down and out, and his life may be in danger at any time. He doesn't know when he will be able to live a stable life.
The faucet of the wash basin is broken, or the pipeline is too old, and the water flowing out is very small and has an unpleasant earthy smell.
Polyakov wiped his face casually with water in his hands, walked out of the bathroom, and found that the window of the apartment where he lived was open.
This is a very small apartment, with one bedroom, one living room and a bathroom, with mottled walls and worn floors. The living room has the only small window in the house, which was clearly closed last night.
Polyakov remained calm, walked slowly back to the bedside in the bedroom, and took out the pistol hidden under the bedside table. But as soon as he took the gun into his hands, he immediately felt lighter.
The magazine in the gun was placed on the closet opposite the bed.
Damn it.
Polyakov ran quickly, grabbed the magazine and loaded it again.
But the magazine is also lighter.
Several 7.62mm pistol bullets were placed on the small wooden table in the living room. To be precise, they were arranged in a row by the young man sitting on the sofa.
"Good morning, Mr. Marcus." The young man greeted him casually, "The air in your room is not good, so I opened the window for you. Don't thank me."
The tall Slavic man now has no money in his pocket and rents a small house in Kwai Wan, New Territories. The living conditions are very simple and the rent is extremely expensive.
Polyakov rolled his eyes and scanned other corners of the room. He saw no one else, and there was no particular movement. He could only slowly walk towards the TV in the living room - there was a spare gun behind the big TV.
but......
The gun is now placed on the TV. The magazine has also been unloaded and the bullets have been ejected.
"Should I call you Marcus or Vasily?" the young man on the sofa stared at him and asked.
This situation is not good.
Ah..., Polyakov sighed, relaxed his shoulders, and put down the empty gun in his hand as if accepting his fate. He walked towards the wine cabinet in the living room, and at the same time turned around and asked: "Mr. Zhou, you seem to know
Quite a lot.”
"Because you said everything last night." The young man shrugged.
The wine cabinet was halfway open, Polyakov's hand froze, and he turned around again, "You used the 'Veretica' on me? No wonder I felt a headache when I woke up in the morning, as if I had forgotten something."
But the young man pointed to the wine cabinet and said: "I advise you to drink less alcohol. Your liver is already showing signs of cirrhosis. It will be quite difficult to treat you."
The wine cabinet was empty, there was nothing left.
Polyakov laughed, "Ah... are you pitying me? Pitying an ordinary Russian who is down and out?"
"You are not a Russian, and you are even less ordinary." The young man pointed to the found pistol, "But you are indeed unlucky."
"Then what am I? A KGB spy?"
"To be precise, you are a multi-faceted spy. You are a Russian-German who was sent by the East German intelligence agency 'Stasi' to receive training at the KGB two years ago. But East Germany was finished last year."
When the young man said this, a smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.
The 1990s were a turbulent time, with many incidents at home and abroad.
The Gulf War, the disintegration of the Soviet Union, and other major events included many far-reaching political changes. For example, the fall of the Berlin Wall and the merger of East and West Germany occurred in the past 90 years.
The "Cold War" ended, and a change of camp occurred throughout Eastern Europe.
The ‘Stasi’ was the former East German Ministry of State Security and had always been known for its efficiency and loyalty. However, this powerful organization was 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 without mercy. The 'Cold War' is over, and West Germany can accept everything from East Germany, but definitely not the 'Stasi' that was once a thorn in its side.
In 1989, the Berlin Wall fell. In December of the same year, the Stasi headquarters in Dresden was smashed to pieces by angry East German people.
The KGB office building across the street also suffered damage.
In February 1990, the top management of the Stasi realized the danger and destroyed all databases and secret records. But it was already too late.
The newly elected German parliament after the merger launched a counterattack and planned to purge all former Stasi members and prosecute the perpetrators.
Polyakov had no way to return to East Germany, so he took refuge in the KGB. The Lubyanka welcomed his joining...
But this is less than a year ago. The KGB itself cannot be saved. Because of the brutal secret purges carried out internally for a long time, no one in Mao Xiong likes the KGB.
Especially in the years after the disintegration of the Soviet Union, the lost KGB suffered heavy losses. It is no exaggeration to say that it was a street rat.
At this time, both the British and American intelligence agencies were very interested in their old rivals.
Don't think that this kind of interest is well-intentioned. It often means capturing, exploiting, teasing, and then erasing. Only a very small number of particularly valuable targets will be raised.
The struggle in the underground world is so cruel.
Polyakov was not a key target, but he still fled Moscow in fear. There are not many places in the world for him to settle, and Hong Kong as a free port is one of them.
But as a former spy, what can Polyakov do? He also tried to find a new employer, but it is difficult to change jobs in the intelligence community.
It's not like you can be admitted just by submitting your resume. Once exposed, you might die faster.
While hiding in Tibet, Polyakov accidentally found a part-time job on the set of "Holy Light Entertainment". He usually made jokes like a carefree and silly foreigner, but he didn't want to be beaten by his boss the first time he showed up.
Got stared at.
It's very strange, why would a company owner who makes a small movie know so much?
Hearing that Zhou Qingfeng had revealed his identity, Polyakov laughed loudly, threw out the wine bottle in his hand, and kicked it on the glass coffee table in the living room.
Zhou Qingfeng was sitting lazily on the sofa. When the wine bottle reached the door, he raised his hand to push it away. The coffee table turned up and was about to hit him, but he stepped on the coffee table and forced it back to the ground.
The Slav's thick fist came with the sound of wind. His tall body was like a strong bear, and his momentum exploded. As he waved his fist, Zhou Qingfeng counterattacked even faster.
A jab to the abdomen, a backswing punch to the jaw, and a diving knee strike. The heavy knee pressed against the Slav's chest.
Zhou Qingfeng didn't use any force, but if he used force, he could crush the target's chest. But just like that, Polyakov, a big man weighing more than 100 kilograms, was knocked upside down by him.
It was only at this moment that the opened wine bottle hit the ground, and the glass coffee table shattered as it could not withstand the trampling.
Polyakov slammed into the wall and hit the TV cabinet. He fell to the ground and hunched over, suffering severe pain in his chest and abdomen, dizziness, and instantly lost the ability to resist.
Zhou Qingfeng waved his hands and curled his lips and said: "You feel dizzy after you get up? It's not that I used 'Veretica' on you, but that I beat you up when I came here. You may have forgotten this
It’s been a long time.”
Fuck!
Polyakov cursed painfully.
"Do you want to lose your memory again?" Zhou Qingfeng asked.
Polyakov arched his back like a lobster, covered his stomach and waved his hands repeatedly, saying: "No, no, no, one amnesia is enough. I don't want a second time."
"Then what are you going to be called in the future? Vasily B. Polyakov, or Marcus?"
"Marcos, Marcos is a good name. I plan to start my life again, and it would be good to change my name." The Slav is very clear now, and he knows how to choose.
"Very good, we have reached a consensus."
Polyakov no longer has to worry about finding a new owner, because the new owner will find him.