When Frank Moses awoke from his slumber, he found himself covered in a lightless burlap bag over his head, and his hands and feet were roped to a cold wooden chair under his buttocks.

The opaque burlap bag above his head made it difficult for him to see his surroundings clearly, until he suddenly felt as if someone had untied the ropes from his hands and feet and removed the burlap bag from his head.

Frank was worried that the light would sting his eyes when the light filled his horizon again, but fortunately, he was in the basement of the Russian Embassy, where the light was already dim, so he quickly adapted to the environment.

He noticed that he was sitting in front of an interrogation table with a white lamp, and that there was a man at the corner of the stairs.

It was a Russian, with brown and black hair mixed with silver hair, five big and three thick, and a beard, wearing a satin-like, shiny dark purple suit, a slender black scarf tied around his neck, and some sharp eyes.

His name was Ivan, Ivan Svanov, the head of the Russian embassy and an old rival of Frank.

"Honestly, when I woke up this morning, I wouldn't believe you'd be on my turf, Frank."

Ivan Svanov spoke in a mocking tone, walked slowly to Frank Moses, and sat down on the other side of the interrogation table, although the Russian man had a full face, but at this moment he looked quite kind, as if he were ...... Saw an old friend?

"I've dreamed countless times that I've killed you, but now?"

As he spoke, a sharp knife suddenly popped out of Ivan's hand.

He looked at the blade that glowed in the cold light under the light, and then at Frank Moses, who was on the other side of the interrogation table, but a smile suddenly appeared on his face, and then he took out a well-packaged bottle of vodka from under the table.

"Now, we're all retired, Frank, those past hatreds, just let them pass."

As the foil seal on the top of the bottle was cut, the vodka bottle with the stopper pulled out made a crisp sound, and the clear wine was slowly poured into two small glasses, which were then placed on either side of the table by Ivan, one for himself, and the other for Frank.

Killing Frank didn't expect that after entering the Russian Embassy, he ended up sitting with his old rivals and old friends drinking and chatting, he originally thought that he would be beaten into a sieve when he came in, after all, he didn't pit them Russians in the first place.

However, since the atmosphere is already so harmonious, what else is there to say?

Frank naturally nodded, took the glass of highly distilled fine vodka, and poured it into it as soon as he tilted his head, and suddenly a hot sensation began to irritate his throat, but Frank was used to it.

The two talked a lot about changing cups, such as some news that was impossible to tell each other when they were opponents before.

It's like Ivan thinks Frank killed his brother, but in fact Frank spares the other party, or like a confidential female secretary next to Frank, who used to be Ivan's spy.

Now, now that they are both retired, those memories of the past can naturally be used as drinks, but Frank remembers what he came for, so he didn't drink too much, and after three rounds of drinking, he proposed his needs to Ivan.

"Ivan, I need your help."

"I knew the great Frank Moses hadn't come here to drink with me."

Looking at Frank's face sitting precariously, a smile appeared on Ivan's face, and he raised the wine glass in his hand and looked at each other with a smile.

"Ivan, I have to break into the CIA headquarters, so I need the exact location of all the security equipment they've changed since I've left the CIA, the passwords to use it, and the identity to disguise, I know, you can help me, right?"

The CIA is his old club, and the only one who can help him go back is his old rival.

To be honest, this is a very absurd thing, but Frank Moses is well aware that here, only the KGB, which is now the Russian Federal Security Service, as an old opponent of the CIA, has the ability to help him return to the CIA.

Ivan was silent for a long time, but the expression on his face became a little solemn.

"It sounds funny, but it's a bit out of my reach, Frank."

While they do have the ability to send Frank to the CIA, it comes at a great cost, and it is not even a good deal for them to activate the shadows that the FSB has planted in the CIA and the Pentagon since the days of the KGB.

But on the other hand, Frank suddenly spoke in Russian and said a simple word.

"You said it, you still owe me a favor - (in Russian)"

Hearing Frank's answer, Ivan was dumbfounded, and after a short thought, he decided to help.

However, although Ivan has a high status in the entire Russian Federal Security Service, this kind of thing still needs to be reported first, so he simply reported the matter to the headquarters of the Russian Federal Security Service.

I don't know why, when the headquarters of the Russian Federal Security Service learned that an old agent who was betrayed by the CIA and was on the CIA's must-kill list decided to break into his old club to cause sabotage, perhaps out of an attitude of fun, the upper echelons actually agreed to this matter.

Not only did they help with all the CIA security information, but they even helped Frank prepare a new identity to disguise himself.

Specifically, it is a high-ranking US military general who belongs to the Pentagon, but does not actually have such a person, and even the matching general's uniform and badge ribbon have been prepared.

When he entered the Russian Embassy, Frank Moses was just an agent disguised as an ordinary person, and when he appeared, he already had an extra set of major general's uniform.

Correspondingly, the personal identification ID card that can enter and exit the CIA headquarters also has the name of this new identity written - General Haag.

In the high-level general system of the US military, there are a total of 37 generals, 133 lieutenant generals, and 277 major generals, and as many as 441 brigadier generals.

Because...... No one knows all the generals at all.