PS: This chapter is heavier, so read it for yourself. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info is still that sentence, this article is pure fiction, if there are similarities, it is an honor!

Looking at Kirkin's back as he turned away, Ivanov would never know that he had been abandoned, and that his demands would never be fulfilled.

He, Ivanov, is nothing more than a petition from this Comrade Kirkin, nothing more......

Su Chenyu already knew about Hou Zhengjun's arrest by KGB at the first time, but he didn't panic in the slightest, but shook his head and smiled, and continued to look down at the document on the desk - this document is not simple.

Why is Su Chenyu so calm, you will know soon......

In a secret prison outside Moscow, Hou Zhengjun and his two bodyguards were temporarily held here. However, depending on the situation, none of the three were subjected to any severe torture and heavy torture, and they seemed to be doing well.

On the night Hou Zhengjun was taken away by KGB, many members of the "Nighthawk Club" already knew the news, so they called Kirkin to put pressure on him. However, Kirkin didn't care about these pressure calls, and even one of the KB executives called them, but he was still leisurely.

Could it be that our Comrade Kirkin was really a good comrade who was unusually loyal to the Soviets? The answer is obvious—no.

Finally, after entertaining Hou Zhengjun for a night, Kirkin showed up to meet Hou Zhengjun the next morning.

"Mr. Hou, I really have admired your great name for a long time, the contemptible KGB Special Operations Division Kirkin. The smiling Kirkin looked at Hou Zhengjun who didn't care about the other side, completely lost yesterday's hideousness, and said with a smile: "I asked you to come here with such a lot of effort this time because I want to talk about some business with Mr. Hou." ”

Hou Zhengjun fiddled with his fingers, looking very interested, and said, "Ao, what good business does Mr. Kirkin have to take care of his younger brother? ”

Ignoring Hou Zhengjun's serious nonsense, Kirkin took out a document bag from his handbag and handed it over, and then said with a smile: "Let's take a look first." ”

Hou Zhengjun took the document bag handed over by Kirkin, opened it and took out a document inside, he didn't know anything about it, so he looked at Kirkin suspiciously.

"This is the copy of the DON-01N document you are asking for. Facing Hou Zhengjun's inquiring eyes, Kirkin lit a cigarette and explained with a smile: "How is it?"

Putting the materials back into the file bag, Hou Zhengjun gently put the bag on the table in front of him, and then said with a smile: "Since Mr. Kirkin is a happy person, then I will not be hypocritical." So, Mr. Kirkin, what do you want from me?"

"This is my sincerity. ”

"Sincerity?" Hou Zhengjun looked at Kirkin, who looked serious, and asked, "This sincerity is heavy enough." Let's talk about it!"

Kirkin took a puff of the cigarette in his hand, bit a smoke ring, and then said: "Mr. Hou, I know that you are the organizer of the famous 'Nighthawk Club', and I know that your energy is huge. ”

Hearing Kirkin's compliment, Hou Zhengjun did not say anything and motioned him to continue, and after experiencing the "Ivanov incident", Hou Zhengjun became extremely cautious.

"I want the position of head of the First Directorate of the Russian KGB after the fall of the Soviets. Kirkin decisively revealed what he wanted, and said without guilt: "I also want all the benefits that your 'Nighthawk Club' provides to members." ”

At this moment, Hou Zhengjun understood that Kirkin was a speculator, and he used this "Ivanov incident" to get enough capital for himself to join the "Nighthawk Club". Korkin even did not hesitate to sell Ivanov and use the DON-01N document as his own petition - just to gain more benefits for himself.

"We can provide you with all the benefits of the 'Nighthawk Club', but what about the position of the director of the First Bureau?" Hou Zhengjun groaned, and said with some hesitation: "It seems to be ......"

Kirkin naturally knew what Hou Zhengjun meant, but the exchange conditions he came up with were not enough, so he secretly scolded "damn capitalist" in his heart. However, Kirkin knew that he had to show his worth again now, so he said: "You should feel more at ease with the Special Operations Unit and the Alpha Force to escort you." Also, I have a bigger role to play in other countries than some members of your club. ”

After listening to Kirkin's words, although Hou Zhengjun was very satisfied, he didn't know what Su Chenyu meant-whether he would plan that position for this speculator. So, after a long silence, he said, "I will report this matter to my superiors, but I don't know what the specific charter is." ”

"Of course. ”

Of course, Kirkin knew that this Mr. Hou must have a huge backstage, otherwise it would be impossible to create such a big "Nighthawk Club".

"Welcome, our new Nighthawk, and hope you have a great time at the club. Hou Zhengjun stood up and hugged Kirkin, and then said with a smile: "After a while, we will send you benefits." ”

"That's really exciting. Kirkin smiled and hugged Hou Zhengjun, and then said, "That Ivanov, do you want me to ......?"

Watching Kirkin make a gesture of wiping his neck, Hou Zhengjun shook his head, and then said, "No, we will solve it ourselves." ”

Poor Ivanov did not know that he had already been sold by his trusted Kirkin, and he was now waiting with great anticrity for the reward of KGB. Ivanov seemed to see the healthy and lively appearance of his little daughter, as if he saw the scene of a family sitting around the dining table in new clothes enjoying a big meal, as if he saw ......

"Bell bell bell ......"

The rapid ringing of the telephone shattered Ivanov's beautiful illusions, and he picked up the phone on his desk, only to hear a familiar and annoying voice from the other side - "Mr. Ivanov, we will meet again soon." ”

This voice was like a heavy hammer, which shattered all Ivanov's good expectations at once, and even broke his backbone, and the whole person seemed to be sucked out of all his energy, and he collapsed on the chair behind him.

Ivanov was so familiar with this voice that now he heard this man on the phone, and he knew what was going on without asking - his loyalty to the Soviets, his faith, was all sold.

In order not to "fornicate" with Hou Zhengjun's gang, he designed this "catching turtles in an urn" drama with KGB's Kirkin, and hoped to get KGB's reward to treat his little daughter.

But Ivanov was so naïve, he was thinking too simply, because this was no longer the Soviet in which he believed.

There is no greater mourning than the death of the heart.

After sitting in the office for a whole day, after getting off work, Ivanov, who had lost his soul, slowly walked in the direction of the hospital like a walking corpse. Perhaps it was only at the moment he saw his little daughter that Ivanov's eyes regained some light, and at this time he was a human being, not a soulless shell.

After accompanying his little daughter for a while, when it was dark, Ivanov reluctantly looked at Katyusha a few times before turning to leave. When he returned home, his wife had already prepared a simple meal, and sat around the table with a pair of children anxiously waiting for him to return.

Looking at his wife's worried gaze, Ivanov explained the reason for his late return, and then the family of four began to enjoy this unusually humble dinner. At the dinner table, Ivanov had a rare conversation with his eldest son and eldest daughter, and encouraged them to be happy people in the future.

After dinner, Ivanov hugged his wife, and after saying some considerate things that he would not normally say at all, he uncharacteristically lived a married life with his wife. Although she was surprised by her husband's unusual reaction, Ivanov's wife was delighted, and this charming woman fell asleep with a blush on her face after a happy life.

It was already midnight, and Ivanov, who had never fallen asleep, got up from the bed lightly, pulled the blanket for his wife, who was still smiling in her sleep, and went out of the bedroom.

In the study, Ivanov was writing something until dawn......

After breakfast and goodbye to his wife and children, Ivanov went to the post office near his home and then went to Red Square. Looking at the heart of power in this huge country, Ivanov couldn't say what he felt in his heart, and only suddenly turned around and left after stopping for a long time.

Walking into his office, the door was locked from the inside, Ivanov sat at his desk, looked at the group photo of a family of five on the desk, and took out his own gun.

"Bang ......"

A gunshot shook the entire office building of the Secret Service, and everyone was startled, and the soldiers guarding the guards surrounded the office of the director, the source of the gunshot.

The door to the office was slammed open, and everyone was stunned - Director Ivanov sat on a chair with his head tilted back, a Makarov pistol in his mouth, two lines of bloody tears in his eyes, and two hands hanging down.

Soon, the KGB people cordoned off the scene, but the news of the suicide of Ivanov, the head of the Secrecy Service of the General Ordnance Department, quickly spread. However, the suicide of a small man of Ivanov's level did not make even a small wave in the huge center of Soviet power - he went quietly like a little ant that had been crushed to death.

The night before Ivanov's suicide, Ivanov wrote a letter to the chairman of the State Defense Committee, but, unfortunately, the letter did not go where he was supposed to go, but to ......