Sophia doesn't have anything in the other world, she has to go to the real world to find it. Even in the real world at home is inconvenient, it is necessary to go abroad.

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

And in a modest apartment in HK......

Vassili. B. Polyakov opened his eyes, propped himself up, rubbed his head, felt weak and groggy.

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

Get up and go into the bathroom.

In the mirror with cracked corners is a Slav who is more than 1.9 meters long, with thick arms, well-developed chest muscles, and a slightly gloomy face that is a little melancholy.

But the man's current condition is not very good. Embarrassment, despair, and may be in danger of life at any time. He didn't know when he would be able to live a stable life.

The faucet of the basin is broken, or the line is too old, and the water coming out is small and smelly.

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

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

Polyakov remained silent, slowly returned to the bed side of the bedroom, and reached for the pistol hidden under the bedside table. But as soon as the gun was in his hands, he immediately felt lighter.

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

Damn it.

Polyakov made a quick run to retrieve the magazine and reload.

But the magazine is also lighter.

A few 7.62mm pistol rounds lay on the small wooden table in the living room, and were being arranged in a row by the young man sitting on the sofa, to be exact.

"Morning, Mr. Marcos." The young man said hello very casually, "The air in your room is not good, so I opened the window for you." Don't thank me. ”

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

Polyakov rolled his eyes and glanced at the rest of the room. He didn't see anyone else, and he didn't move, so he walked slowly to the TV in the living room, which had a spare gun behind it.

But......

That gun is now on the TV. The magazine was also unloaded and the bullets were returned.

"Should I call you Marcos, or Vasily?" The young man on the couch stared and asked.

It's not a good situation.

Ah...... Polyakov sighed, his shoulders relaxed, and he lowered the empty gun in his hand as if resigned to his fate. He walked to the wine cabinet in the living room, 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 opened, Polyakov's hand froze, and he looked back again, "You used a 'spitting agent' on me?" No wonder I woke up in the morning with a headache as if I had forgotten something. ”

The young man pointed to the wine cabinet and said, "I advise you to drink less, your liver is already showing signs of cirrhosis." It's quite hard to treat you. ”

The wine cabinet was empty, and there was nothing left.

Polyakov laughed, "Ah...... is this pitying me?" Pity a down-and-out ordinary Russian? ”

"You're not Russian, you're even more unusual." The young man pointed to the pistol that had been found, "But you're out of luck." ”

"So what am I? KGB spies? ”

"To be exact, you're a multi-faceted spy. You are a Russian-German who was sent to the KGB for training two years ago by the East German spy agency 'Stasi'. But East Germany was finished last year. ”

The young man smiled at the corners of his mouth.

The nineties were turbulent, and there were many domestic and foreign events.

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

The 'Cold War' came to an end, and the whole of Eastern Europe shifted camps.

The 'Stasi' was the former East German Ministry of State Security and has always been known for its efficiency and loyalty. But this powerful institution was dissolved on 31/3/90.

Polyakov, who was trained at the 'Lubyanka', was dumbfounded.

During the 'Cold War', the intelligence agencies of East and West Germany killed each other without mercy. The 'Cold War' was over, and West Germany could accept everything from East Germany, but definitely not the 'Stasi', which had been a thorn in the side.

In '89, the Berlin Wall fell. In December of the same year, the headquarters of the 'Stasi' in Dresden was smashed to pieces by angry East Germans.

The 'KGB' office building across the street was not spared.

In February '90, the 'Stasi' higher-ups realized the danger and destroyed all databases and secret records. But they were too late.

After the merger, the newly elected German parliament launched a counter-offensive to purge all former 'Stasi' members and prosecute the perpetrators.

Polyakov had no way to return to East Germany, so he took refuge in the 'KGB'. 'Lubyanka' welcomed him on board......

But it's not been a year yet. The 'KGB' itself could not be protected. Because of the long-term brutal secret purge at home, no one in the woolly bear likes the 'KGB'.

Especially in the years after the collapse of the Soviet Union, the 'KGB', which had lost power, suffered heavy losses, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it was a rat crossing the street.

At this time, both British and American intelligence agencies were very interested in their old adversaries.

Don't think that this interest is well-intentioned, it often means to capture, squeeze, tease, and then erase. Only a very small number of particularly valuable targets will be raised.

The struggle in the underworld is so brutal.

Polyakov was not a major target, but he fled from Moscow in terror. There are not many places in this world where he can stay, and HK as a freeport is one of them.

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

This is not to submit a resume to be admitted, maybe once exposed, it will die faster.

Hiding in Tibet, Polyakov accidentally ran to the crew of 'Holy Light Entertainment' to do odd jobs. He gags like a carefree stupid foreigner on weekdays, but he doesn't want to be targeted by his boss the first time he appears.

It's very strange why the owner of a company that makes a small movie knows so much?

Hearing Zhou Qingfeng drink his identity, Polyakov laughed, threw out the wine bottle in his hand, and kicked it on the glass coffee table in the living room.

Zhou Qingfeng sat lazily on the sofa, and the wine bottle was opened by him when he reached the door. The coffee table flipped up and was about to crash into him, but he stepped on the coffee table with one foot and forced it back to the ground.

The Slavs' thick fists struck with the sound of the wind, and his tall body exploded like a vigorous bear. Just as he swung his fist, Zhou Qingfeng's counterattack was even faster.

The jab punch hit the abdomen, the back swing hit the jaw, and the fish jumped and knees. Heavy knees pressed against the Slavs' chests.

Zhou Qingfeng hasn't used his strength yet, and if he uses force, he can deflate the target's chest. But just like that, Polyakov's big man of more than 100 kilograms was also knocked upside down by him.

At this moment, the opened wine bottle smashed to the ground, and the glass coffee table could not withstand the trampling and shattered.

Polyakov slammed into the wall and smashed into the TV cabinet. He fell to the ground and hunched over, with severe pain in his chest and abdomen, dizziness, and the ability to resist in an instant.

Zhou Qingfeng shook his hand, pouted and said, "Do you feel dizzy when you get up?" It wasn't that I used 'spitting' on you, but that I beat you up when I came. You may have forgotten about this experience. ”

Fuck！

Polyakov scolded bitterly.

"Do you want to have amnesia again?" Zhou Qingfeng asked.

Polyakov hunched his back like a lobster, clutched his stomach and waved his hands repeatedly, and said: "No, no, no, amnesia once is enough." I don't want a second time. ”

"So what are you going to call in the future? Vassili. B. Polyakov, or Marcose? ”

"Marcos, Marcos is a good name. I'm going to start my life again, and it's nice to change my name. "The Slav is now sober, he knows how to choose.

"Very good, we have a consensus."

Polyakov doesn't have to worry about finding a new owner, because the new owner comes to the door on his own.