Sophia doesn’t have anything to do in another world, so she must go to the real world to find it. It is not even convenient in the real world, so she must go abroad.

Zhou Qingfeng thought of a way, and he took a plane to hk.

And in a simple apartment in HK...

Vasily B. Polyakov opened his eyes, supported himself, rubbed his head, feeling exhausted and drowsy.

Maybe I had a cold or maybe I drank too much wine last night.

Get up and walk into the bathroom.

In the cracked mirror, there is a Slav who is over 1.9 meters tall. He has thick arms, developed chest muscles, and a slightly gloomy face. It should be good to drag it to shoot a suit advertisement.

But this man's current situation is not very good. He is embarrassed, down and may be in danger of life at any time. He doesn't know when he can live a stable life.

The faucet of the wash basin is broken, or the pipeline is too old, the water flows out is very small, and it also has an unpleasant smell of earth.

Polyakov wiped his face casually with water in his hand, walked out of the bathroom, and found that the window of the apartment he lived in was opened.

This is a very small apartment with one bedroom and one living room with bathroom, mottled walls and dilapidated floors. The living room has the only small window in the room, which was clearly closed last night.

Polyakov remained calm and walked slowly back to the bedside of the bedroom, and took out the pistol hidden under the bedside table. But as soon as he started, he immediately felt lighter.

The magazine in the gun was placed on the wardrobe opposite the bed.

Damn it.

Polyakov ran quickly, grabbed the magazine and loaded it again.

But the magazine is lighter.

Several 7.62 mm pistol bullets were placed on the small wooden table in the living room, and to be precise, they were being arranged in a row by young people sitting on the sofa.

"Good morning, Mr. Marcos." The young man said hello casually, "Your room is not airy, so I opened the window for you. No need to thank me."

The tall Slavs now have no money in their pockets and rent a small house in Kwai Wan, New Territories. The living conditions are very simple, but the rent is particularly expensive.

Polyakov rolled his eyes and glanced at other corners of the room. He saw no one else, nor did he make any noise, so 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. It also unloads the magazine and retracts the bullets.

"Should I call you Marcos or Vasily?" asked the young man on the sofa.

This situation is not very good.

Ah..., Polyakov sighed, his shoulders relaxed, and he put down the empty gun in his hand as if he had accepted his fate. He walked towards the wine cabinet in the living room, and turned his head and asked, "Mr. Zhou, you seem to know 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 back again, "You used 'spit-spit-spit-spit-spit-spit-spit-spit-spit-spit-spit-spit-spit-spit-spit-spit-spit-spit-spit-spit-spit-spit-spit-spit-s

But the young man pointed to the wine cabinet and said, "I advise you to drink less alcohol. Your liver has already shown signs of hardening. It's quite difficult to treat you."

The wine cabinet was empty and there was nothing left.

Polyakov laughed, "Ah..., is this pity for me? Is it a down-and-out ordinary Russian?"

"You are not Russian, you are even more unusual." The young man pointed to the pistol that was searched, "But you are indeed unlucky."

"What am I? A spy from the KGB?"

"To be precise, you are a multi-faceted spy. You are Russian-German. Two years ago, you were sent by the East German intelligence agency Stasi to the KGB for training. But East Germany was finished last year."

When the young man said this, his mouth curled up and smiled.

The 1990s were turbulent, and there were many domestic and foreign incidents.

The Gulf War and the collapse of the Soviet Union, there are many far-reaching political changes under these major events. For example, the collapse of the Berlin Wall and the merger of East and West Germany, these events happened in the past 90 years.

The "Cold War" ended, and the camps changed throughout Eastern Europe.

‘Stasi’ was the former East German Ministry of Security and has always been known for its high loyalty. But this powerful institution was dissolved on March 31, 1990.

Polyakov, who was trained in ‘Rubyanka’, was stunned.

During the ‘Cold War’, the intelligence agencies of East and West Germany fought against each other without mercy. The ‘Cold War’ ended and West Germany could accept everything from East Germany, but definitely did not include ‘Stasi’, who was once a thorn in his side.

In 1989, the Berlin Wall collapsed. In December of the same year, the headquarters of the "Stasi" in Dresden was smashed by angry East German people.

The KGB office building across the street did not escape the disaster.

In February 1990, the senior management of the 'Stasi' realized the danger and destroyed all databases and secret records. But it was too late for them to do so.

After the merger, the newly elected German parliament carried out a counterattack and wanted to clean up all former ‘Stasi’ members and file lawsuits against the perpetrators.

Polyakov could not return to East Germany, so he took advantage of the situation to surrender to the "KGB". "Rubiyanka" welcomed his joining...

But it's less than a year. The KGB itself is hard to protect itself. Because of the long-term cruel secret cleaning of the country, no one in the middle of the bear likes the KGB.

Especially in the few years after the collapse of the Soviet Union, the lost "KGB" was hit hard, and it is no exaggeration to say that it was a rat crossing the street.

At this time, intelligence agencies in both the United Kingdom and the United States were very interested in their old opponents.

Don't think that this interest is good intentions, it often means arresting, squeezing, 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 fled Moscow in horror. There were not many places in the world that could allow him to stay, and hk as a free port is one of them.

But as a former spy, what can Polyakov do? He also tried to find a new boss, but it was difficult for the intelligence community to change jobs.

This is not something you can accept by submitting a resume at home. Maybe once exposed, you will die faster.

Hiding from Tibet, Polyakov accidentally ran to the crew of "Sheng Light Entertainment" to do odd jobs. He usually made jokes like a carefree stupid foreigner, but he didn't want to be targeted by his boss when he showed up for the first time.

It's very strange, why does a company boss who makes small movies know so much?

When Zhou Qingfeng heard that he had broken his identity, Polyakov laughed and threw out the bottle of wine in his hand, kicking it on the glass coffee table in the living room.

Zhou Qingfeng sat lazily on the sofa. When the wine bottle reached the door, he raised his hand to push it away. The coffee table was flipped up and about to hit him. He stepped on the coffee table and forced it back to the ground.

The Slav's thick fist came with the sound of wind, and his tall body was like a strong bear, and his momentum burst out. Just as he waved his fist, Zhou Qingfeng's counterattack became faster.

The jab hit the abdomen, and the heavy punch hit the jaw, and a fish jumped and hit the knee. The heavy knee pressed against the Slav's chest.

Zhou Qingfeng had not tried his best yet, and if he tried hard, he could knock the target's chest down. But in this way, Polyakov's big guy of more than 100 kilograms was knocked back by him.

At this moment, the wine bottle that was pushed open hit the ground, and the glass coffee table could not bear the trampling and shattered.

Polyakov hit the wall with a bang and hit the TV cabinet. After he fell to the ground, he bent his body, felt severe pain in his chest and abdomen, and his mind was dizzy, and he instantly lost the ability to resist.

Zhou Qingfeng shook his hand and said, "Do you feel dizzy when you get up? That's not that I used 'spit-spit-smoking agent' to you, but that I beat you up when I came. You may have forgotten this experience."

Fuck!

Polyakov cursed in pain.

"Do you want to lose your memory again?" Zhou Qingfeng asked.

Polyakov bowed his back like a lobster, covered his stomach and waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "No, no, once is enough to lose memory. I don't want a second time."

"So what name do you plan to name in the future? Vasily.B. Polyakov, or Marco?"

"Marcosh, the name Marcosh is very good. I plan to start my life again. It's good to change my name." The Slavs is very clear now, and he knows how to choose.

"Very good, we reached a consensus."
Chapter completed!