Trulson, dressed in a gray infantry lieutenant uniform, leaned his body against the corner of a barracks, he took out a pack of very ordinary cigarettes from his pocket, took out one and put it in his mouth, silently lit the match, lowered his head slightly, and held the match in front of the cigarette with both hands, and after his lips were slightly purified, the faint smell of white smoke and tobacco leaves permeated the air.

In the eyes of others, Trulson was a man of no outstanding appearance, a very ordinary European face that made it impossible to distinguish his nationality at once, those brown eyes were always as calm as a windless lake, and his golden hair was naturally curly, in short, handsome, he had nothing to do with it, but he was not ugly. He is about 180 cm tall, and his body does not look particularly generous, so it is easy to hide in the crowd when walking on the street.

In fact, Truerson did not have any military rank, because he did not belong to any army, but the uniforms of European countries were to him like clothes in his closet, and he would never mistake the ornaments on the uniforms of British majors, nor would he mix the old and new uniforms of the French. The same is true of weapons and equipment in various countries, from rifles and pistols to machine guns and cannons, he is an excellent operator; He is also a qualified driver, from cars and motorcycles to submarine aircraft.

If there's anything Trulson doesn't understand, I'm afraid it's only family affection. Trulson is not an orphan, but he has not seen his family since he was 10 years old, and his family's last impression of him is the death notice 10 years ago.

He did not die, but in the memories of his family, the youngest son of the family had given his life for the country, even though everyone knew that he was still alive and living in another world. Trulson doesn't remember that drizzly morning 10 years ago, when he stood next to the instructor and watched his parents cry bitterly as they held a pile of Mark.

On that day, he understood that he no longer belonged to that family, and that everything he had had been handed over to his instructor and to his own organization.

On that day, many teenagers and their families chose to give up.

Among his peers, he has always been one of the most outstanding in achievement and ability, and he always remembers the first class, when the instructor asked them to shoot a little girl shivering in a corner with a gun in their hands, and he was the first to shoot, although the gun was only filled with empty cartridges, but his heart was still greatly shaken.

On that day, he understood what path he was going to take, and his indifference would stay with him for the rest of his life.

On that day, many of his companions were sent out of the camp crying.

For 10 years, Trulson has endured a lot of training that ordinary people can't endure, and his companions have been eliminated one by one. He had forgotten the frightened look of the first man he had killed, and he himself was covered in scars after killing the death row prisoner who was a full size larger than himself.

On that day, he understood that only if he was stronger than others could he have the right to survive.

On that day, he and his best companion were killed by the death row inmates he faced.

Four years ago, most of his companions had successfully graduated, and they had begun to work their way up the ranks of the military and government departments of various countries, while Truerson and four other companions volunteered to stay and participate in the four-year extended training that the instructors had specially prepared for them. During these 4 years, they underwent special training and tests that were doubly rigorous, and in the end, Trulson was the only one who persevered to the end.

Life is fragile and the world is cruel!

At Trulson's graduation ceremony, there were only two people, the instructor and him, and on the four chairs next to him, there were portraits of the other four companions who had been in extended training with him.

Trulson calmly finished his cigarette, threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out with his foot.

The floor was very clean, except for the lone cigarette butt.

During the long wait, Trulson only needed this cigarette to disguise his identity, and if necessary, he could not smoke a cigarette. This is the patience of the extraordinary, and the instructor once told him that if you can wait quietly for the whole day as a second, then you are one step closer to your prey.

It had been two hours since the female cadet walked into the barracks.

Trulsen was not curious about the female cadet with the Eastern face, although she was the only woman in uniform throughout the Königsberg Military Academy and the East Prussian Regiment. The instructor once told him that curiosity can kill people, and if you let you know, you should keep it in your heart, and if you don't let you know, you must not want to know out of any personal interest.

I want to know if she's a spy or not!

This is the order that Trulson received, he looked at his watch, it has been 3 hours and 7 minutes since he received this order, and so far the other party has not made any moves.

He had been looking diagonally across the corner at the barracks, where 17 North Koreans were discussing something in a room on the ground floor. Trulson was somewhat glad that there was a rule in this military school that the curtains of the room were not allowed to be closed. When he looked over there again, the group of North Koreans was still continuing their meeting, and he felt a little regretful for that, because he didn't know Korean, he couldn't tell anything from the other person's mouth, and could only barely get a little bit of information from the other person's gesture. The female student was now turning her back to her, and according to Trulson's observations, she was the spiritual leader of the group, and most of the time she was arranging something, and the others only occasionally asked questions.

When the hands of the watch pointed to 6:10, the North Koreans finally ended their talks. The North Korean woman also looked at her watch, and it seemed that they were about to miss dinner, so she beckoned the others out of the room.

Truerson doesn't have much of an appetite, and it's not uncommon for him to not be able to eat on time during a hard training session, though it seems a bit abusive to his stomach.

When the North Koreans walked around the corner, Trulson walked over to them face to face as if nothing happened, and when he passed by, he also saluted them very seriously, and those North Koreans walked and saluted no different from ordinary students except for their faces and figures.

Trulson silently counted 17 people, one by one, all came out.

Before turning the corner, one of the North Koreans kept looking back and saw Trulson walking into the distance without looking back, and the North Korean followed the others away satisfied.

Mr. Trulson should probably be glad of his ordinary face, especially when he returned to the barracks where the North Koreans were meeting five minutes later.

"Please show your ID!" The sentry at the door of the barracks looked very serious.

"I'm sorry, I'm the new instructor! I want to find ......" Truerson glanced at the door around the corner, a few students had just walked in and closed the door, "Class 207 students, there is an urgent matter to notify them!" ”

The sentry only glanced at Trulson slightly, "Hello sir! I still need to see your ID, I haven't seen you after all! I beg your pardon for that! ”

"Sentinel, we met in the cafeteria at noon, didn't we?" Truerson looked anxious, still trying to unbutton his jacket pocket, but the buttons seemed to be very tight.

"Oh...... Is it! I seem to be a little impressed, so sir, please come in! The sentry scratched his head and got out of the way.

"Sure enough, it's an inexperienced new tender!"

Trulson put away his anxious expression when he entered, even if the sentry really wanted to check his papers, and his documents obtained by the Intelligence Service were completely fake. To deal with this kind of small shrimp, Trulson did not plan to take it out at all, and it seems that this "deception" is still very successful.

He walked straight to the door of Class 207 and knocked on the door, and by the way, he looked at the sentry at the door out of the corner of his eye, and the sentry glanced inside and turned again.

After the door opened, a student with five big and three thick appeared in front of Trulson, "Sir, is there something wrong?" ”

Trulson said as low as he could, "Recently, I heard that there are some rats in this building, and you need to clean every corner of the room, understand?" ”

The big man hesitated, but replied loudly, "Yes, sir! ”

Then Trulson also raised his voice and said, "Then you guys should execute it as soon as possible!" I'm going to inform the rest of the class! ”

The sentry didn't look inside again this time, and Trulson walked briskly to the room where the North Koreans had just met.

It's easier for a spy like Truerson to open a door than a beer, and in less than two seconds he's already in the room he wants to enter, and then gently closes the door.

This room is not much different from the general German barracks in terms of layout, except that the details are much cleaner and tidier, and the room is neatly arranged with 4 bunk beds on the window side. Before Trulson's arrival, his superiors had provided some information about the North Koreans, and there were 16 North Koreans living in this room and the next room, and their female leader was living alone in the college's dependents because of the inconvenience of living in a regular barracks.

There were no compartments in the wardrobe and closet, no hiding in the bed or bedding, a loose brick on the wall, but only a small stack of coins inside, and the ceiling showed no signs of being moved.

After a quick search, Truerson didn't find anything special. He then put his ear to the door, and there was no sound of footsteps in the hallway, so he opened the door and looked out, and when he was sure that there was no one in the hallway, he slipped out quietly, and then spent another ten minutes searching the next room.

Maybe the North Koreans didn't communicate with the outside world through radio or the like, or maybe everything was hidden from the North Korean woman, and Trulson had nothing to gain in these two rooms.

After quickly judging the situation, Trulson walked out of the barracks quickly, and did not forget to say hello to the sentry before leaving:

"Sentinel, you're being vigilant! Keep it up! ”

The sentry saluted Trulson respectfully, "Thank you, second lieutenant!" ”

For Trulson, it's all simpler than a kindergarten game.

However, after arriving at the college's dependency area, Truerson found himself facing a more difficult problem, which was surrounded by a high fence and a very formal checkpoint at the door, and it seemed that he could not use the same little tricks as he had just done to get into it.

"Documents!" The sentry stopped in front of Trulson with his rifle on his back.

This time Trulson quickly handed over his credentials to the sentry, with a very serious expression on his face.

"Mr. Ensign, may I ask what you are doing here in the dependents' area?" The sentry opened his credentials and glanced at them, but he didn't mean to let them go.

Trulson coldly squeezed out two words from between his teeth: "Official business!" ”

"Official business?" The sentry glanced at him, "You should go to the academy building on official business!" Who do you want to see now? ”

"Idiot, these are not the questions you should ask! What time is it and who else is staying in the academy building! Trulson stared at the sentinel and said viciously, the look in his eyes that almost devoured the sentinel in front of him alive.

The sentry was a little timid, and he did not dare to continue the questioning, but handed the document back to Trulsen, and then gave a military salute respectfully.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ensign! You're good to go! ”

Only then did Trulson put away his fierce eyes, silently put away his documents, and walked in unhurriedly.

"Rookie!"

In Room 302 of Building H, Trulson quickly came to the door of the North Korean woman's room according to the information provided by his superiors, and after making sure that there was no movement inside, he still opened the door at the speed of opening a wine bottle.

Even though everything was square, like the soldier's room, there was a faint scent in this room. Trulson was not interested in the scent in the slightest, he was only interested in the places where he could hide things.

The next step was to go through the rounds quickly and orderly, and then put everything back in as it was, and that's when Truerson learned the basics in training camp, and he did it very well today. After searching the entire room, everything was as if it had not been touched, but even after checking every floor under the bed, Trulson still found nothing.

In this way, the other party did not put any relevant information in his residence, and although Trulson was a little disappointed, he couldn't help but be slightly excited when he realized that he might meet a real opponent.

As Trulson walked towards the gate of the family quarter, the North Korean woman happened to be coming from outside.

Trulson still saluted her casually, but secretly said to himself in his heart: Damn! The second time she saw it, there must not be a third time!

Trulson still walked outside without looking back, and this time he felt that the North Korean woman did not look back.

"Mr. Ensign, are you done?" Seeing that he had come out in less than half an hour, the sentry asked with some curiosity.

Trulson didn't answer, but saluted and glared at the sentry viciously.

The sentry visibly flinched back.

"Rookie!"

Trulson walked away disdainfully, but this time he didn't go far, but waited silently in a secluded spot where he could observe the gate.