Siberia, Institute.

Victor let out a strange cry and looked at the smiling face lying in front of his eyes in horror.

"Can you please stop being so intimidating, little pigeon, I'm going to have a heart attack!" he grumbled angrily, stretching out his bandaged hand and pushing the pigeon away.

"I'll see if your injuries have healed. The pigeon took a cigarette from his coat pocket and lit it silently.

"Hey, I'm a patient, be respectful of me!" Victor lay on the hospital bed, waving his hand to disperse the smoke wafting, "Can't you have a little quality of life? Throw away all your inferior cigarettes, and next time I'll give you a box of fine Cuban cigars." ”

"Thanks, I'm not used to that. The pigeon shook his head, "I have been smoking this cigarette for many years, and it always reminds me of the smell of home." ”

The pigeon pinched the cigarette holder and erected the whole cigarette, and the blue smoke floated upwards like the chimney of a heavy factory.

"Missing your country? That's not a good place. ”

The pigeon turned his head to look at Victor, and saw a faint hint of banter in the other's eyes.

"Did you investigate me?" said the pigeon, laughing coldly.

"It's just a professional habit. Victor said with a sly smile.

"And then?"

In 1999, he served as a counselor in the North Korean Secret Service, was promoted to colonel in the same year, and was sent overseas on a mission, but in 2011 he returned home due to political turmoil, only to be purged by factions, and then secretly absconded abroad and came to Russia as a North Korean defector. ”

The pigeon did not speak, gulping for smoke.

"It's strange to me that you are the only one who has joined the 'company' in the entire North Korea's population of 25 million, is it difficult for a country led by a high-pressure political situation to give birth to a supernatural person?

"You're wrong, my two years overseas weren't on missions, I was invited to join the U.S. Homeland Defense Agency. The reason for returning home is not because of regime change, but because of helping the 'great leader' to take office. As for joining the 'company', I applied through formal channels. The pigeon threw the cigarette butt on the ground and trampled it with his foot.

"Online job posting!" he looked at Victor's startled face, his lips cleared and his mouth grinned in an exaggerated arc.

"Are you...... Spy!" Victor's face darkened.

"Aren't you too?" the pigeon stood up, and a scalpel appeared between the flips of his fingers, the sharp edge of which stinged Victor's eyes.

"What do you mean, pigeon?" said Victor with a bad premonition.

"Until my identity is revealed, I'll still be the loyal dog of the 'company!'" the pigeon winked at Victor and smiled maliciously, "To prove my loyalty, I'm sorry, Victor!"

Victor was shocked, and a transparent film appeared out of thin air, enveloping him entirely.

"Dove!

Forcibly casting his ability caused his face to turn sickly red, and blood flowed down the corners of his mouth.

"Why don't you dare?" the pigeon asked rhetorically, and then quickly stabbed the knife, the tip of which pressed against the membrane and dented it, but did not pierce it.

Victor opened his palm and attached it to the membrane, and the area pressed by the scalpel immediately rebounded, and a circular bubble film was separated to wrap around the pigeon's hand holding the knife.

The scalpel made an arc, and the bubble membrane burst in less than a second, and the pigeon immediately clenched the scalpel and stabbed Victor, but the membrane once again blocked the attack.

Victor stared at the membrane that had been pressed to his chest by the tremendous force, and a hideous expression appeared on his face.

"You can't kill me! I'll tell the company that you're a traitor too, and you're going to bury me!"

"Don't you want to know what my ability is?

The pigeon also pressed the handle of the knife with his other hand, and slashed horizontally with force, and the film was torn open in an instant, and the sharp blade slashed through Victor's bandaged chest, and crimson blood splashed on the pigeon's face with an exaggerated smile.

"Cut!"

Victor screamed and reached out to stop the pigeon from attacking again.

The scalpel plunged into Victor's palm, stabbing it all the way, splitting his entire arm in two as easily as tearing through a piece of paper.

The transparent film reappeared and strangled Victor's shoulder, and he grabbed the remaining half of the severed limb, pulled it off with great force, and threw it at the pigeon.

The pigeon turned slightly sideways, dodging the broken bones and strips of flesh that flew in.

"Pigeon! I have a lot of secrets of the 'company' on my mobile phone, I will give them all! Don't kill me!"

Victor vomited a large mouthful of blood and turned blue. The membrane that strangled his shoulder quickly stuck to the wound, blocking the blood-spurting artery.

"Pigeon, I have been lurking in the 'company' for many years, and I have obtained a lot of information! If you get this information, it will only benefit you and not harm you!"

"Oh?" said the pigeon, raising an eyebrow, "and tell me what they are?"

"Take me out of Siberia, and I'll tell you! Killing me won't do you any good!" Victor climbed from under the bed and stepped back cautiously.

"Makes sense, let me think about it......" The pigeon gently put down the scalpel and thought for a moment, "by the way, tell me about the young man, and I'll see if you're worth the risk of saving you." ”

Victor was slightly stunned, and then his face changed drastically, "You...... Why are you interested in him?"

"It's shocking to be just curious about what happened that day! How could that young man have anything to do with that meteorite just a random test piece?" the pigeon smiled, "Of course, you can not say, I don't like coercion." ”

"You ......," Victor's face changed, and finally gloomy, "I can tell you anything else if you ask, but I can't tell you anything about the meteorite!"

"Well, then the negotiations failed. ”

The pigeon's fingers holding the scalpel twitched, and a light flashed in the room, and the scalpel appeared in Victor's heart.

"Wait......" Before Victor could finish speaking, the pigeon came to him in the blink of an eye, grabbed the scalpel and went into the heart, then flipped it up, and the scalpel cut straight into Victor's throat.

Victor's body twitched, then softened like a deflated balloon.

"Then die with your secret! I'll solve this mystery myself!"

The pigeon whispered in Victor's ear and stroked his unclosed eyelids as if to put a child to sleep.

Then he took out the scalpel, carefully wiped it clean and put it away, took out the headset and brought it on, and connected to the communication.

"Internal Agent Kim Jae-min, codename: Pigeon, confirmed the death of the erasure target. He glanced up at the bloodstained clock hanging on the wall, "It's evening so soon, that young man doesn't know if he's awake or not......"