Zhou Sen got in the car and headed north of Khabarovsk. When he was about to leave the city, Natasha took out a black mask and handed it over.
Zhou Sen reached out and took it.
Fold the mask, wrap it around your eyes, and tie it.
This is a routine operation, and there is nothing surprising. After all, the place they are going to now may be a secret location in the Soviet Far East Military District.
The car drove along the way, and it was relatively stable at first. After all, the road conditions on the city roads were still good. However, after walking for a while, not only did the car still get bumpy, but the speed also dropped a lot.
Zhou Sen silently calculated the time in his mind. About twenty minutes later, the car stopped for a moment, then the front of the car should have turned into a place, and the road surface became smoother.
Then he walked for less than five minutes.
The car braked slowly to a stop.
Natasha got out of the car first, then walked over, opened Zhou Sen's car door, and guided him out of the car.
"Can I take it off?"
"Not yet." Natasha said.
"Then how can I walk if I can't see?" Zhou Sen asked.
"I'll hold your hand and walk." Natasha reached over, grabbed Zhou Sen's right hand, and pulled him in one direction.
I started with the catkins, which were a bit cold.
What are you doing, planning to use a honey trap?
Zhou Sen didn't have any thoughts at all. After all, he was going to face a big shot in the Russian Far East Intelligence Agency. He didn't have the time to think about "beauty".
But when Natasha held Zhou Sen's hand, a strange feeling emerged in her heart, and the scene on the train reappeared in her mind.
If Zhou Sen took off his blindfold, he should be able to see Natasha's cheeks turning slightly red at this moment.
"Be careful, there are steps ahead, three in total."
Zhou Sen raised his legs, climbed up the steps, walked up three steps, and stepped on the hard ground. Judging from the reaction and sound of the soles of his feet, it should be cement.
Keep going forward and you should have entered a door.
He couldn't smell other people's breath. The place should have been cleared out a long time ago. He couldn't be allowed to see outsiders. Naturally, he couldn't be seen by anyone except Natasha.
Go through a corridor that is almost twenty meters long, and then turn up a spiral staircase with about twenty-seven steps.
Arriving at a door, Natasha stepped forward and knocked.
"Come in!" A rich but slightly unfamiliar male voice came from inside. It was not the voice of Vladimir Kirov he had seen before.
Natasha reached out to open the door, then held Zhou Sen's arm and walked in.
"Can you untie it now?" Zhou Sen stood still and said.
Natasha glanced at Pishkov who was in the room. Pishkov nodded at her. Natasha walked behind Zhou Sen and reached out to untie the black scarf in front of his eyes.
Suddenly seeing the light, Zhou Sen stretched out his hand to block his eyes. This was a natural reaction and also to avoid hurting his eyes.
The light in the room was not dazzling, and Zhou Sen quickly adapted to it.
This was a large office, larger than any other office he had seen. The decoration was not luxurious, but the materials used were very elegant. The marble floor and patterned carpet were quite comfortable to step on.
In front of him, behind the large solid wood desk, was a Soviet soldier in his forties. Judging from the epaulettes, he should be a major general, and his status was not low.
He has a rectangular face, thick eyebrows and big eyes. One look at his face shows that he must be a resolute and courageous person.
"Should I call you Steven Zhou or Wasim?" Pishkov stood up from his seat and walked over with a smile.
"As you wish."
"Natasha, you didn't tell Mr. Wasim my identity, did you?" Pishkov turned to Natasha and asked.
"No, I don't dare to tell him your identity without your permission." Natasha nodded.
"Oh, that's right." Pishkov chuckled, and then introduced himself to Zhou Sen, "My name is Pishkov, and I am the head of the Intelligence Department of the Soviet Far East Military Region."
"So you are General Pishkov." Zhou Sen showed a hint of surprise. Of course he knew about Pishkov, but he didn't expect that he would see him.
"Natasha, make us a cup of coffee and bring it in." Pishkov ordered.
"Yes, General." Natasha nodded slightly, opened the door and walked out.
"Mr. Wasim, please sit down!" Pishkov led Zhou Sen to the sofa in the reception area and sat down.
Pishkov's unusually polite attitude made him full of doubts. He was even a little unsure as to what his purpose was.
If you just want to be a "double spy", there is really no need to send out a big boss like him to talk to you.
"At this moment, you must have a lot of questions in your mind, right?" Pishkov smiled slightly and directly expressed the doubts in Zhou Sen's heart.
Zhou Sen nodded, but if he asked these questions himself now, he probably wouldn't know where to start.
"Wait a moment." Pishkov stood up and walked to his desk, found a book from a drawer, opened it, and pulled out a photo from it.
"Look at this photo." Pishkov came over and handed the photo to Zhou Sen.
The photo was yellowed and looked old. Zhou Sen took it and saw that there were four people on it. One of them he recognized at a glance. He was his adoptive father Anthony Robin.
That face was all too familiar to him.
As for the other three people, he looked carefully and found that there was a person on the far side with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his young face was somewhat similar to the Pishkov in front of him.
"General Pishkov, is this you?" Zhou Sen also asked directly. Since Pishkov showed this photo to him, it means that it has a special purpose. Otherwise, show him this photo. What does a photo do?
Are you talking about the past with him?
It's obviously impossible.
"Yes, this was taken while I was studying at Red Flag College (Red Flag College was founded in 1938 and was originally called Special Warfare School). The four of us were in a dormitory at the time, from left to right..." Pishkov reported The names of four people.
But Anthony Robin and Pishkov were not among the four people. It was obvious that they either used their correct names when they first participated in the study and training, and later changed their names, or they used false names from the beginning. This is also the name of the secret agent and spy school. As a rule, after students complete their studies, they will definitely be sent to various jobs. Naturally, they cannot use their school names, and they may even need to keep fake names throughout their lives.
"Nicholas is the pseudonym of your adoptive father Anthony Robin. Do you understand now?" Pishkov said.
Zhou Sen was in a daze. He had originally denied that Anthony's father might have the same identity as Serkin, but now it became possible again.
Dong Dong...
There was a sudden knock on the door, and it was Natasha who came in, carrying two cups of freshly brewed coffee.
After Pishkov asked Natasha to put down the coffee, he pushed her away. Obviously, he didn't want Natasha to stay here and listen to their conversation.
"In other words, my adoptive father Anthony was yours from the beginning?" Zhou Sen was not stupid. He had this assumption in his mind from the beginning, but Anthony himself died on the Turkish border.
If he was an undercover agent, how could he get himself killed?
If he is accidentally killed by one of his own people, this is normal. On the intelligence front, it is difficult to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy, and things like being killed by one of our own people by mistake often happen. But even though he had revealed all the information to the other party, why was he still dead?
This doesn't make sense.
"Yes, he has always been. In fact, he is the real leader of Leo's team, our most top-secret intelligence team lurking in Ice City." Pishkov explained.
"What about Serkin?"
"Serkin is indeed his assistant, but one of him is mainly responsible for the disbursement of funds for the 'Trojan' program." Pishkov explained.
"Then since Father Anthony is yours and he participated in the Japanese's top-secret mission, you should also know why he died during the operation?" Zhou Sen asked.
"Actually, I didn't know he was in that special operations team before this," Pishkov said.
"Didn't Father Anthony give you the information?"
"No, he must have been involuntarily and unable to pass on the information at all. We also know that he disappeared suddenly. What we can find is the same as you. He went to Fengtian City to discuss business, and there is nothing else. We knew it, and we obtained the information about the special operation from another channel, so unfortunately, by the time we found out, it was already too late." Pishkov said very apologetically.
"No wonder the Japanese suspected that your people were lurking in the special operations team, but they searched and searched, but there were no clues at all."
"They also screened you, and used Serkin's death to test you, right?" Beshkov said.
"Yes, although I didn't know the inside story, I instinctively felt that something was not right. Later I found out that this was the case." Zhou Sen nodded and said, "The Japanese are pressing harder and harder, and they doubted me from the beginning. They set a trap to screen me and wanted to use me to force me to do things for them. I dare not refuse, because if I refuse, they will definitely doubt me and even kill me on the spot without hesitation. I can only deal with them. , and also tried to get in touch with your Consulate General in Ice City, but unfortunately, the Japanese were watching too closely, and I couldn't find a suitable opportunity at all."
"Deputy Consul General Kalman has told me about your efforts in the telegram. You reminded them that the consulate's phone was tapped. Later, you planned to ask him out for a meeting, but the Japanese secret service interfered with it. Since then, , they have used various methods to get in touch with you, but I think at that time, you no longer dared to get in touch with Kalman easily, or in other words, your every word and deed was monitored, just like Anthony, I can't help myself." Pishkov nodded.
"Yes, every move of the people sent by the Japanese around me will be monitored. Even if I want to get in touch with them, I can't find a way. And even if I get in touch, I can't meet in person, so it's useless." Zhou Sen said.
"The key is, you don't have anyone you can trust," Pishkov said.
"Yes, I really lack someone around me who can deliver messages to me and whom I can trust absolutely." Zhou Sen nodded.
"This person is actually by your side, but you haven't been able to truly connect with her yet," Pishkov said.
"Who?" Zhou Sen asked in surprise.
"When you return to Ice City, you will naturally understand." Pishkov said.
"What about my current identity?" Zhou Sen asked.
"Wasim, are you willing to take over the position of your adoptive father Anthony Robin and serve as the leader of the 'Leo' team?" Pishkov asked solemnly.
"I am the leader of the 'Leo' team, General Pishkov, are you kidding me?" Zhou Sen was shocked when he heard this.
