Black Swan Harbor has ushered in the end of late autumn.

In the far south of the continent, late autumn is just the season of autumn and loneliness. But here, in the far north of Siberia, the frozen ground is covered with snow and ice, and huge icebergs rise and fall in the vast sea of ice. The sun is cold and dim, and this is probably the last ray of sunshine of the year, because the polar night is about to fall.

Bondarev skied shirtless through the snowstorm. His skiing posture is chic and elegant, but the heat that is bubbling all over his body reveals a rugged manly charm.

He squinted, his gaze through the wind and snow, projecting onto the mysterious harbor not far away.

It was the obscure Black Swan Harbor, close to the vast Arctic Ocean, which could not even be scanned by the spy satellites of the beautiful country, and it was as gray-white as the surrounding permafrost, with a weak heat signature.

Bondarev found this mysterious port while consulting the hidden files. In the Soviet era, there were ministers who used various names to loot money everywhere, spending tens of billions of rubles a year just to feed this project, which makes people wonder.

The elders of the family agreed to his request, willing to give some benefit to support his investigation, and Bondarev came, his chest burning with a yearning for the unknown and a longing for supernatural power.

The moment he saw the dossier, he probably guessed what kind of secrets were buried in this port.

"Welcome, traveller on a long journey. What is the wind that blows you here? ”

To Bondarev's surprise, as he approached the port, he wondered how he could infiltrate it and gain the trust of the inhabitants of this mysterious port.

A figure suddenly appeared in the corner of his vision.

Bondarev was taken aback, and subconsciously blocked his arms in front of him, making preparations for Russian-style boxing, like a frightened wild bear.

As he was on guard, he looked at the figure and saw that it was a young boy with black hair and brown eyes, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a lazy look, wearing a bearskin hat with a five-pointed star embedded in it, a Bobosha submachine gun on his shoulder, and a shining sergeant's collar pin.

This is a very young sentinel, and the other party is of Asian descent...... Bondarev was quick to make his judgment.

As for the other party's race, Bondarev did not have many doubts. He is familiar with history and knows that since the time of Tsar Ivan the Terrible, in order to open up the Western Pacific, enter Southeast Asia, and enter the global hegemony, Russia has implemented the Far East strategy, using force of force and a series of unequal treaties to gradually encroach on the northern territory of the Manchu Qing Dynasty at that time, and take Siberia in a radius of several million square kilometers.

Of course, it was not only the land that was robbed, but also the people living on it, such as some Chinese people who believed that they had the blood of a dragon in their bodies. For them, they are the people abandoned by the dragon.

"The nearest city to the port is Verkhoyansk, which is 320 kilometers away, and it is impossible to traverse such a long distance in the snowstorm with manpower. Where are you from? Lenin? The young sentry glanced at the skier, who was wearing only military shorts and a sleeveless vest in the snow and ice, but he was not frightened.

This left Bondarev at a loss.

He has always been a very artistic person, and he expected himself to walk handsomely through the wind and snow, stop in front of the sentry in Mystic Harbor, splash a meter of snow dust, and then take off the goggles and throw them into the snow, and take out the lighter and light it in style.

Every action has been carefully choreographed and compelled.

But the other party's indifferent look made Bondarev's acting talent unable to continue.

Without the cooperation of the audience, the artist's performance became awkward and full of the atmosphere of secondary two.

"I'm Major Bondarev in the KGB, I'm from Moscow." After thinking about it, Bondarev decided to play his cards as usual.

He took out a dark gray officer's uniform from his military backpack and put it on, pinned a Red Flag medal to his chest, and pulled out his ID.

At this moment, he finally found his self-confidence and regained the decisiveness of the young ruler.

"An envoy from Moscow? I'll take you to see Dr. Herzog, who is in charge here. The young sentry glanced at him, and at last his eyes flickered.

The Black Swan Harbor incident, which opened the curtain of history, is finally about to begin...... Chu Ling took the other party's documents and glanced at them, taking a deep breath.

This is the starting point for all dreams.

……

After sending Bondarev to Herzog's office door, Chu Ling changed back into his outfit.

His equipment had been stolen from a sentry, and with the Golden Ghost Face, he could easily disguise himself as someone else and blend in with the soldiers without anyone noticing.

As for the real sentry, he was being knocked unconscious and thrown in the closet of the dormitory at the moment. When he woke up, he would probably be shocked that he had overslept and delayed his duty.

And when he found that no one found out about his absence, his heart must be full of happiness and doubts. But he would not have spoken out his doubts, or else he would be court-martialed—negligence is an unforgivable crime.

"Now, all we have to do is wait for Bondarev and Herzog to finish their respective talks, and wait for night to fall." Chu Ling thought to himself.

According to the script of the original book, the arrival of Bondarev will keep Dr. Herzog informed of the latest information from the outside world, such as that the Soviet Union will cease to exist and that the vast wealth of military science and technology will be inherited by the republics.

Bondarev will pretend to be a "minister" from Moscow, and be ordered to take inventory of the Black Swan Harbor in an attempt to gain the doctor's trust.

On the other hand, the cunning Dr. Herzog will never easily trust the young Moscow ruler in front of him, while secretly observing the other side, and at the same time fooling the other party with lame excuses such as building a gene bank and building an orphanage.

The real stage waits until nightfall.

Dark nights are the best time for people to act in secret, and it is also the easiest for people to expose their deepest and truest desires.

……

At three o'clock in the morning, this mysterious port resembles a sleeping black swan.

The searchlight shone through the long night, and the white frost flowers of the day dimmed their hue, like a giant bird shaking off its abandoned feathers, falling from the night sky one after another, and falling in front of the solemn statue of Lenin.

"You said that forgetting the past means betrayal. And now, the country you created is about to become a thing of the past. ”

A young, sturdy figure murmured softly in the night.

He let out an elegant and low sigh, and the next second pressed the detonator in his hand, and there was a muffled boom, but the traces of the sound were quickly muffled by the wind and snow.

Bondarev glanced into the blasted snow cave, where thousands of tons of pig iron were buried underground, and he turned on his tactical flashlight and jumped into the snow cave to find a seamless iron door.

A smug smile appeared on Bondarev's lips.

And behind what he couldn't see, a ghostly shadow quietly emerged.

Chu Ling silently watched what Bondarev was doing, silently controlling his heartbeat to slow down, and the rhythm of his breathing was so slow that it was almost imperceptible.

He followed in Bondarev's footsteps and stepped into it after opening the mechanical combination lock, the cold wind blowing in his face blowing him like a silent ghost.