“'Roman General'?"

Rikov's suggestion caused new confusion to Long Yun.

I just browsed the documents and information in my hand. Although he knew yesterday that the KGB did have the "Roman General Administration" organization, he still had no idea where this department was and what it was responsible for.

As the largest national security agency on the earth, the organizational structure of the KGB is very complicated. Not only do outsiders feel dizzy, but not even everyone within the KGB can explain it clearly. However, if you want to say that the first-level general bureaus under the KGB organization are well remembered, they are ranked back by serial number from the beginning. Each general bureau has its own business areas, and the largest code has been ranked close to twenty, which can also see the size of the KGB organization.

But it is precisely because of this that Long Yun feels very strange.

Because the names of the KGB General Administration he knew almost all started with numbers without exception. In addition, they are non-mainstream names such as the General Administration of the Border Defense Forces and the General Administration of Investigation and Technology, which are easy to understand. So what happened to this "Rome"? Is it possible that the General Administration was established in that mysterious "Zero353" area?

If he continues to think about it this way, will he be airdropped into the uninhabited Gobi desert soon, and discussing some intelligence issues with a large number of KGB hermits who have been staying in the unmanned land for many years?

This prospect is very bleak when you think about it. Although Long Yun has always admired the worker who has been responsibilities in desolate areas, he, or Victor, is a pilot after all, and it can be said that he is completely unsuitable for this kind of work. So he can't imagine what kind of things he can do when he runs into the Gobi desert. In terms of intelligence business, he is of course not as good as any professional agent who has been professionally trained!

Thinking of this, he asked Rikov carefully where the "Roman General Administration" was, and he also received a response that made him feel relieved:

"This department has never dealt with; but the location should be located near Moscow, not in the headquarters building."

"Okay, then I'll go to the contact office to ask."

...

After asking about the address of the General Administration of Rome, Long Yun set off immediately without delay.

He drove an inconspicuous silver-gray Lada sedan assigned to him, and slowly moved forward on the streets of Moscow at noon. After finally leaving the city center for more than half an hour, he finally approached the location of the Roman General Administration located in the suburbs of Moscow.

When he saw a large area that appeared on the corner of the road and saw from a distance, he thought he had found the wrong place.

As the car drove closer to the area, the outline of the building in the field of view gradually became clear. It was a large area of ​​old buildings in the factory, warehouse and dormitory area; the buildings, walls and farmlands mixed with surrounding farmlands, and the woodlands were intertwined. If it were a large private enterprise, he would have completely believed it. If it weren't for the correct verification of the address, the feeling along the way also proved that this was the Roman General Administration with strict defense. Even if he drove by the door, he would never have thought that this would be the KGB's intelligence center.

Of course, it looks like a factory, but in fact it is densely packed with mechanisms and many defenses.

On the way to the location of the General Administration of Rome, he passed two road inspection posts and several monitoring points openly and secretly, Long Yun's consciousness spying made him feel a little insecure. He found himself more than once being stared at by a weapon operator hidden in some place.

Although it probably seemed that the surrounding environment along the way was as calm as usual, maybe in the dense bushes in the distance, someone was looking at his head with a scope on a sniper rifle - being peeked from the line of sight. This feeling was very bad, but after all, there was no real danger. In the end, Long Yun drove the Lada sedan safely to the gate of the "factory area" and parked the car in the spacious carport beside the road at the warning of the guard.

After stopping the car and turning off the engine, Long Yun was about to enter the "factory area", but he heard a slight sound of the engine gradually approaching. Then he saw a black Gorky sedan coming from behind parked far away at the other end of the road. Although it was a long distance away, he still told him that it was the KGB vehicle that was following and protecting him.

Okay, I drove a creaking Rada to do business, but Gorky was sitting behind me. Is this the rule in the intelligence systems of all countries? The new ones start with the broken car?

However, Long Yun does not have high requirements for the car. As long as it is not rated with a Voroshilov tractor, everything else will be easy to say.

After repeated inspections at the gates and checking the documents he had just obtained, Long Yun walked into the huge and empty Roman General Administration area accompanied by the guards, which seemed to be without human activities at first glance. While walking, he looked around casually. His first impression was that the surrounding environment was slightly dilapidated and somewhat depressed, just like a long-abandoned factory; but he was surrounded by aks-74, and his accompanying the guards with alert expressions made him feel the extraordinaryness of the area under his feet.

It looks dilapidated on the outside, but it hides secrets. This is the first feeling that "Rome" brings to Long Yun.

However, to his surprise, the Roman General Administration, which had such a mysterious appearance, was actually an ordinary office building in a large area, which even looked a bit disrepaired. After undergoing the second authority test in the duty room and confirming his true identity by phone, Long Yun was able to enter the building and met a person in charge of the department under the General Administration in a north-facing office upstairs.

Unlike other KGB departments, when we were greeting Long Yun, the receptionist readily reported his name.

Ivan Zakayev, whether this is the real name or not, is a tall old man with a bit of gray hair. He has a pair of tortoiseshell glasses on his high nose. His fat uniform looks like a fertilizer bag, and it is swaying everywhere, which is not very fit. He doesn't look energetic, but the old man's words are clear and full of energy:

"Comrade Rezenov, I have received a notice. Do you need to check the archives of the 0353 area?"

“Yes, because—”

"Ah, let's talk about it slowly. I'll give you the information first, but I hope you won't be too disappointed after reading it." After posing his rough-skinned hand, Zakayev took him through the corridor outside the door. The two of them walked down the slightly dusty stairs and came to the door of a relatively small data warehouse on the second floor underground.

He followed the layout of the building along the way. At first, Long Yun didn't find anything special. It was not until he passed the stairs on the ground and underground parts and saw the horizontal expansion joint structure that extended outward, that he realized that this dilapidated office building should be just a shelter on the ground for the main body of the underground building. In other words, the underground floor they came to was the most important part of the building. On the way to the database, he not only followed Zakayev through two airtight doors, but also noticed many monitoring equipment and defense facilities. Although Long Yun was not good at such projects, he also roughly judged that the level of defense here should not be lower than that of the KGB headquarters at No. 11 Rubyanka Street.

At the door of the data warehouse, as usual, after the security check and inspection of the guards, and spread the accordion-style folders on the small table in the warehouse, Long Yun finally saw the zero-353 regional data records transferred in the headquarters data warehouse.

However, unlike the large number of top-secret materials that I had been imagining before, what was amazing secrets could be discovered. What disappointed Long Yun was that the information on the table in front of him was so pitifully small: except for a few worn and yellowed old maps, there was only a stack of paper with scribbled handwriting.

However, although there are few things, I put on a sheepskin glove and flipped it, but the handwriting on the paper makes me feel a little chilled:

"Permanently abandoned areas...No one is strictly prohibited from approaching for any reason, and consider whether there is a need to install a hard isolation belt?..."

"Electromagnetic signal monitoring continues, no results are found..."

"…Report on the disappearance of the border guards on March 17th... Observations show that all the missing persons are inferred dead..."

...

After looking through the yellowed and messy paper, almost all the records were made in a hurry and mindless way; just seeing the tail from beginning to end, Long Yun could not get any useful inspiration from a pile of grass-like materials, but he just felt that this "zero three and five three" area seemed to be an extremely terrifying existence.

What do these chaotic records mean?

Confused by the materials in front of him, Long Yun raised his head in confusion and looked at Zakayev's vicissitudes of face opposite the table.

"Comrade Zakayev, what's going on in this area? Or... I mean, what happened in the zero-353 area?"

"Oh, that's right...it's really a long story."

After hesitating, Zakayev took the materials on the table back into the folder and picked them up and put them under his armpit. After registering in the guard office, he searched and pulled out some file bags from the archives room, and then took Long Yun back to the office where the two met before.

Hearing Long Yun sat on the sofa, he picked up the water cup and sipped a few sips of strong tea, as if he had opened the memory he was most reluctant to touch. Zakayev's eyes became a little dim after his lenses, and his tone became a little gloomy.

"Comrade Rezenov, you may not know that the so-called "Rome" General Administration and the "Zero353" area are no exaggeration to say that it is the biggest secret since the establishment of the Soviet Union. However... since the above has already spoken and instructed us to cooperate with your investigation, I can tell you in detail from beginning to end.
Chapter completed!