The yellowed photo is many years old, and the old man with the white beard on it is at least eighty years old. No one knew if the old man was still alive, but Nighthawk insisted on finding him.

Kim Zhibin, as he himself said, handed over all the forces that could be mobilized in the whole of Goryeo to Nighthawk and Sergei. As long as Nighthawk wanted to, he could transfer even high-ranking government officials in Goryeo.

If the Goryeo secret service were functioning normally, it would be quite efficient. Nighthawk simply instructed to find the old man in the photo, and after about an hour, the agents returned the news that the old man had been found.

Nighthawk's heart was very happy, with the news of this old man, it was very likely that he even knew the secret of the cold wind. But there was one person who was very unhappy, and that person was Sergei.

At the first glance of the old man's photo, Sergei's face became quite ugly. Nighthawk knew that it was because Sergei himself knew the old man, and as the boss of the E Rose intelligence agency, it would be nonsense to say that Sergei didn't know the old man in the photo.

Sitting in the off-road vehicle that the Goryeo agents urgently dispatched for them, Nighthawk looked at Sergei, who was a little distracted. He silently looked at the wind and snow outside the window, as if he would never come back, and what awaited him in front of him would be a long night.

"Let's talk about it."

Sergei was stunned, a little puzzled by this sudden question. He turned his head to look at Nighthawk and asked in some surprise, "What did you say?" "Tell me about the old man in the photo, I know you know him, and you are very familiar with his Yiqiē. We are all agents, and your expression may be deceptive, but your eyes have betrayed you a long time ago. Nighthawk seemed calm, he didn't want to expose everything, he just wanted to learn more before meeting the old man.

Sure enough, Sergey was poked to the point. He is a typical Siberian man, although he is already a senior officer of the Intelligence Bureau, but if there is something in his heart, he still can't completely let go.

He nodded and said in a dull voice, "You are right, I know him, and I am very familiar with him." How could I not be familiar with him, he is a legend, a legend in the history of Rosturste. "Oh? Such a loud title? Then I'm going to listen to it even more, this senior who is about to meet will definitely bring me a lot of shock, right? Nighthawk looked at Sergei with interest, every agent would have a curiosity about a legendary legend.

Sergei looked at Nighthawk and said slowly: "During World War II, in order to resist the brutal attack of the Nazis, the country trained many young spies. Most of them are Westerners with purebred Germain ancestry, but for various reasons, they are the capital of the country. "In those years of blood and fire, Mohr was sent to a Nazi-occupied city as a cadet who excelled in all aspects of the spy school. He emerged as a genius spy in the enemy-occupied territory, stole all sorts of important information and sent it back to Moscow, and miraculously escaped multiple arrests by the Nazis. "Almost all the agents who went out with him died, and he was the only one who survived. What's even more amazing about him is that he not only survived, but also became our ace spy in the United States. His identity is the battalion commander of the second battalion of the third regiment under the second army division of the United States, you can't imagine that a spy can actually become an officer who leads troops to fight. ”

Sergei's face was full of reverence, and he said colorfully: "He became a heroic figure and returned to the United States, no one cares about his identity, even the best intelligence officer in the United States only knows that he is a European soldier on the front against the Nazis, and it is a complete coincidence that he can become an officer of the United States." But who would have thought that this hero, who took hundreds of people to play with his life on the battlefield, turned out to be a spy of our great Red Army. ”

Sergei said sarcastically: "The people of the United States always have arrogant ideas, thinking that they are the masters of this world, and even the Europeans have to welcome their arrival." But they didn't know that what Moore did on the battlefield was just to disguise his identity, so that he could finally steal more information from the United States. ”

"The people of the United States lost in their arrogance, and Moore successfully entered the most secret intelligence department of the United States. In those years, no matter what was important in the country, we would have known it in the first case. Therefore, we built artificial satellites in advance than the people of the United States, and were the first to send astronauts into space, and all the actions of the United States are one step slower and always lag behind us. ”

Sergei smiled heartily, as if he saw those mischievous people anxiously thinking about what they did wrong and why they always lagged behind the Soviet Union. But Mohr, who had caused a lot of trouble, was scolding the Soviets with these Mi people, but his hand was already stretched out to the next piece of information.

Nighthawk looked at Sergei intently, he had been impressed by the life of the legendary agent. What a great spy he must have been, he had been through two countries, but no one could find out that he was a spy.

Sergei reassured, smiled and said, "More was still suspected in the end, he knew that the investigation organization would find him. So he steals the last important piece of information, and then pretends that his home has been robbed and killed, and even the house has been blown up. Eventually, the CIA found the murderous robber, and the poor robber really thought he had killed someone, because he clearly remembered that he had fired three shots, and Mohr's body was spurting blood, and if he didn't die, he would be hell. ”

But the real Mohr escaped from the United States under the pretense of that fake death, and what he didn't expect was that the fake body he found was also treated as a state funeral. Until now, the people of the United States do not know that the person they hailed as a hero back then turned out to be a spy of the Soviet Union. ”

Sergei breathed a deep sigh of relief and looked at Nighthawk: "You say, such a great agent, shouldn't it take a lifetime to remember?" It's a pity that there are only a few people who can really remember him. ”

"What happened to him? How did you arrange for him later? Why is he here? Nighthawk looked at Sergei with burning eyes, Sergei had said so much before, but Nighthawk always felt that he was running away from the real problem.

Sure enough, Sergei's face was a little embarrassed, and he shook his head at Nighthawk's eyes and said, "You should know that a capable agent, if he is not too controlled, no one will like him." ”

So, we arranged a lighter job for him, but he didn't like being kept in captivity, so one dark night, he ran away and disappeared forever. He's a great agent, and if you want to hide yourself, you'll never find him for the rest of your life. Sergei spread his hands, still not understanding why Mohr had fled.

"Maybe he's really old and doesn't want to run anymore!" Nighthawk looked at the yellowed photo in his hand, there was a trace of loneliness and loneliness in the old man's eyes, who could really understand the inner world of this old man?

After walking a long way, the buggy pair came to a small town. The border in this small town is not very far, and you can get to Eross after a half-day drive.

Winter has come, but the town is very lively. Goryeo, which was transformed back into a country, developed vigorously on the basis of the original economy of South Goryeo, and the whole country regained its livelihood in just a few years.

Young people on the street wear fashionable clothes and do not forget to show off their figure even in the cold winter. There are occasionally a few sports cars on the less spacious streets, but they don't attract much attention. People have long been accustomed to all kinds of luxury cars, so the Nighthawk's team of high-powered off-road vehicles entered the town and did not get the attention of others.

The convoy stopped in front of a shoe shop, which was a very old shoe shop. More than 20 years ago, a snowy man bought it and has been with his tools and shoes day and night.

The leather shoes he made were comfortable and sturdy, and there were many regular customers. But the times are developing too fast, and the people who used to like to make leather shoes are already old, and young people prefer to go to the fashionable store pù to buy brand-name leather shoes to prove their identity, and this leather shoe store has long been out of business.

It's just that the boss who has been making leather shoes for 20 years is still very stubborn, like a soldier who wants to defend his last position, even if there is no customer, he makes leather shoes year after year.

The storefront is deserted, and through the glass window, you can see a pair of leather shoes with simple shapes but obvious workmanship placed in a conspicuous position. It's a pity that people passing by don't even have the interest to look at it, and these leather shoes can only spend the rest of their lives in dim light.

"Is this it?" Nighthawk was a little surprised and asked the Goryeo agent who brought them here, this shop is also a little deserted, will this be a place where an ace spy who has spent a brilliant life retirement?

Agent Goryeo was also a little hesitant, he carefully looked at the information on the computer in his palm, and carefully read it three times before nodding to confirm that this was the case.

"Let's go, ace spies always think differently than others. The way they choose to quit their careers is something that ordinary people will never understand. Be a leatherman to better hide yourself! Sergei stroked the window, looked at the neat leather shoes in the window, and his eyes were indescribably complicated.

Nighthawk nodded, and slowly pushed open the sliding glass door. The crisp sound of wind chimes rang as the door was pushed, and a warm stream of heat wafted out of the room, mixed with the smell of sandalwood.

"Anyone? We want to make double leather shoes. Nighthawk, Sergey, and several other agents walked into the shoe shop, and when they looked at the shoe store, which was not too big, several tall people suddenly felt cramped.

"It's been many years since no one came to make shoes." An old man slowly raised his head from a pile of goods, his gray beard hanging down on his chest, and he really looked like a master of the world.

"It seems that my time has come!" The old man smiled at Nighthawk, which inexplicably made people feel a palpitation!