January, the coldest season in the Northern Hemisphere, is still sunny for Rio de Janeiro, the capital of Brazil, located at the low latitudes of the Southern Hemisphere, with daytime temperatures reaching a maximum of about 30 degrees Celsius.

However, this pearl of South America, known as the city of God, is far from being as beautiful as outsiders imagine.

In particular, there are so many criminal organizations entrenched in the slums.

In less than 10 months, more than 5,000 murders have been committed in Rio de Janeiro, with a population of 6.5 million, and that's only the bodies that have been found, and only those that have already been destroyed.

What is even more terrifying is that even the police who maintain law and order cannot guarantee their own safety, and more than hundreds of police officers die in the line of duty every year.

But it is this city, with its chaos and drugs, exposure and death, that has become an ideal refuge for many.

The reason is simple: because gangs of all sizes fight each other day and night, they directly drive government forces out of many neighborhoods, thus forming large areas of lawless areas.

In these neighborhoods, no one cares where you're from, if you entered Brazil legally, the gangs care if you have money or if you can be useful.

Obviously, a group of former Soviet professional spies who escaped from the KGB are undoubtedly such a special group of talents favored by the gangsters, because they can always get the first information about the government and the police, and occasionally secretly sell some high-value information to rival gangs, so as to ensure that the regional forces remain in a state of balance, rather than monopoly.

Of course, it doesn't mean how powerful they are, but whether it is the government or the gangsters in South America, they are all scum with less than five combat effectiveness.

Add to this the fact that corruption and bribery have been spreading from the top to the bottom, and even some cynical natives would say that if you shot the entire Brazilian government bureaucracy from top to bottom and then investigate their economic situation, you will find that not a single one is clean.

In such an environment, not to mention cracking down on corruption and improving the government's administrative capacity, just shouting slogans is in danger of being wiped out.

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In a villa near the beach in Rio de Janeiro's southern district, nine men and women dressed in different costumes are sitting in the living room without saying a word.

One of them, a sturdy man with a height of about 1.85 meters, kept looking out and asked without looking back: "How long has the head lost contact?"

"Twenty-three hours, fifteen minutes. Another petite woman glanced at her watch and quickly gave an answer.

It can be seen that they are very nervous at the moment, and all kinds of guns of different lengths are placed on the table, as if they are ready to deal with the worst unexpected situation.

"Damn! I hate it!" the middle-aged man, clinging to the door, slammed his fist against the wall. "Are you sure this safe house isn't exposed?"

"Don't worry, I borrowed a shell company from a businessman who died in South Africa five years ago, so it's definitely ......"

Before the beautiful woman in a sexy swimsuit could finish speaking, an old car suddenly stopped at the door of the villa, and an old man in his fifties with sunglasses stepped down from it.

"Someone's coming!" the spectacular standing by the window immediately sounded the alarm.

When the others in the living room heard the news, they took up their weapons and dispersed, hiding themselves behind cover.

Just when the atmosphere became more and more tense, there was a clicking sound from the door, and about a few seconds later, the old man walked in from the outside, took off his sunglasses and said with a smile: "Don't be nervous, it's me." ”

"Head?!No!You're not him!You're much younger than him!" The strong man standing by the window did not let his guard down, still pointing the gun in his hand at the other's head.

"Five, seven, eighteen, twenty-two, six, forty-five, eleven......"

The old man didn't try to justify anything, and read out a series of numbers of unknown meaning directly in front of everyone.

But the interesting thing is that when the other nine people in the villa heard this string of numbers, they put down their weapons one after another, and quickly showed expressions of disbelief.

The nearest strong man took a deep breath and asked in a not very sure tone: "Head, you have plastic surgery?"

"Plastic surgery? Hahahaha! No, Griff, it's much better than that. Come, all leaning over, I have something important to announce. The old man waved with open arms.

Although everyone has a lot of doubts in their hearts, after confirming their identities, they still subconsciously choose to obey orders.

In just a few seconds, these Soviet spies who had escaped from the KGB returned to the sofa in the middle of the living room, their eyes full of confusion and incomprehension.

But the old man obviously had no intention of explaining, and directly touched the magic ring on his finger lightly.

Moment!

A blinding white light enveloped everyone!

Before they could react to what was happening, they found that they were no longer at a beach villa in Rio de Janeiro's southern district, but in an underground base full of sci-fi colors.

There is no doubt that this old man in his fifties is none other than Leonid, who separated from Zhang Cheng not long ago.

"Good afternoon, sir, is there anything I can help me with?" Sensing the presence of strangers in the base, X quickly went into a state of alert, and several auto-fire batteries adjusted their direction and surrounded the nine people in place.

As soon as they make any threatening move, then a terrible metal storm will tear them to shreds in minutes.

"What's going on, you owe us an explanation!" shouted the strong man, hurriedly throwing away his weapon and raising his hands in the air.

The rest of the people also reacted quickly and learned well.

Leonid smiled and comforted: "Relax, unless one of you betrays me, there is no need to be so nervous at all." X, to start the polygraph program, I need to question each of them. ”

"As you wish, sir. ”

In less than ten seconds, what looked like a lift platform rose from the ground.

"Which of you comes first?" Leonid narrowed his eyes as he looked at his men, trying to find fear and panic in their facial expressions and eyes.

As a KGB-turned-commander, he had long learned how to put aside personal feelings in his work, and no matter how loyal the nine men were, they needed to be retested now.

After all, he still has to rely on these people to build the entire intelligence agency, so there is absolutely no one betrayer allowed, otherwise, as the organization expands, sooner or later it will be infiltrated into a sieve by the opponent.

"I'll do it first!" The petite woman seemed to realize what was going to happen next and took the initiative to step forward.

"Very good!Tatiana, tell me, have you betrayed information to other spy organizations?" Leonid asked the first unusually sharp question......

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