At the staircase on the second floor of the villa, after a brief stalemate between Wei Ran, who was wearing night vision goggles, and the old guy who was holding a weapon, the latter gently waved the revolver in his hand to signal the former to retreat.

After a brief stalemate, Wei Ran slowly walked down the stairs. The old man also limped up, aiming the revolver at Wei Ran as he followed him down the first floor.

"Lie down on the ground, hands and feet spread apart."

As he spoke, the old man, whose legs and feet didn't seem to be very flexible, reached out and pulled out two straps from the gap under the TV. After Wei Ran lay down on the ground as he asked, he cut his hands behind his back.

They were tied together and then began a body search.

Soon, he found a metal tube containing poison and an injection full of morphine from Wei Ran's body, and also took off the night vision goggles he was wearing.

"A smell of the Soviet Union that is both familiar and nostalgic," the old man muttered in English in an indifferent tone. As he spoke, he picked up Wei Ran who was lying on the ground and pushed him to the sofa in the living room on the first floor.

Sit down.

"Who are you?" The old man asked in a trembling voice while stroking the metal tube he took out of Wei Ran's pocket. "I came to you with no ill intentions."

Wei Ran lowered his voice slightly and said in proficient English, "Comrade Bulat Kumenyuk, how about we talk calmly? You should know that since I can find this place, your hiding has been lost.

Meaning, you will never be safe for the rest of your life.”

If at the beginning, the old man had some doubts about Wei Ran's origins, but when the name Comrade Bulat Kumenyuk and the accompanying titles came out of Wei Ran's mouth, he

I shivered subconsciously.

After a while, the old man gently placed the syringe, the metal tube containing the poison, and even his revolver that he had just found on the table between the two of them.

Until this time, Wei Ran also noticed that the revolver used by the opponent had a great background.

It was a rare and unique OTS38 silent revolver. It was a special operations weapon specially developed by Russia in 1996 for FSS agents. It was not until around 2002 that it entered the equipment sequence of the Russian military and police departments.

In 1996, the first Chechen war was coming to an end, and the bell-ringer at that time had already defected! So where did this pistol come from?!

While he was secretly staring at the opponent's weapon, the old man sitting opposite also lowered his head, frowning and continuing to look at the metal tube found from Wei Ran.

Therefore, at this time, the first floor, which only relied on the door light outside to provide light, fell into silence, so quiet that they could hear the snoring coming from the second floor.

Indeed, the old man could easily take Wei Ran's life at this time, but he did not dare to bet at all. He did not dare to bet whether the snoring upstairs would be replaced by gunshots that rang out from nowhere after he killed Wei Ran.

Forever interruption.

"Who sent you to kill me?" The old man finally raised his head and looked at Wei Ran, whose hands were tied behind his back, and once again asked the question he was most concerned about.

"Who else do you think there is?" Wei Ran smiled and replied in hoarse English, "Don't you already have an answer?" "You'd better give me an accurate and clear answer."

The old man picked up a pack of cigarettes from the center of the table, took out one and lit it, and whispered in the thick smoke, "Young man, those words have no effect on me. You are still alive just because I want to

I’ll get some answers from your mouth.”

"Anyway, I've been controlled by you," Wei Ran said nonchalantly, "So how about you take a guess?"

"Do you really think I don't dare to kill you?" the old man asked with narrowed eyes.

"I guess you don't dare"

As Wei Ran spoke, he simply leaned his entire back and his tied hands on the back of the sofa, and said in a relaxed tone, "I'm here to sound the death knell for you."

Before he finished speaking, the old man sitting opposite also dropped the cigarette in his hand on the thick carpet.

"you

From the clock tower?"

The old man asked tremblingly in Russian. There was fear, despair, and a trace of relief that Wei Ran didn't quite understand in his tone.

"Pick up your cigarette first."

Wei Ran sat upright and raised his chin, and said pointedly, "If it causes a fire, I'm afraid it will affect the dreams of the people upstairs."

Hearing this, the old man trembled, holding the coffee table between the two of them with one hand, bending down and reaching for the cigarette that fell on the carpet with the other hand.

However, almost the moment he got the cigarette, Wei Ran stretched out his hands that were supposed to be restrained by the straps!

What frightened the old man who had already picked up the cigarette was that Wei Ran's left hand was holding a pistol with a silencer!

Seeing that the old man was stiff and not resisting, Wei Ran stretched out his right hand and took away the revolver on the coffee table, then stood up and walked around behind the old man.

"Mr. Bratt, now it's my turn to ask questions."

"What do you want to know?" Brat slowly put the cigarette he picked up into his mouth and took a sip.

"Let's talk about this pistol first. Where did it come from?" Wei Ran asked, shaking the silent pistol in his hand.

"In 2015, two months before I was due to retire, a Russian agent was sent to my office."

Bratt paused, "I asked from his mouth..."

"No, no, no, Russian agents will not carry such distinctive weapons out of the country. Even if they are idiots, they will not do so easily."

Wei Ran paused, "You have one last chance to answer this question. If the answer is not satisfactory, I can only consider whether I should start my revenge in the order of increasing age in the photo frame on the wall, or start from the top floor.

The climb has begun."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Brat subconsciously glanced at the group photo on the wall, "If I give you a satisfactory answer, will you let them go?"

"You should know our style," Wei Ran replied ambiguously. "It was a gift from a nutritionist." Blatter's tone was much calmer at this time.

"When was the gift given?" Wei Ran asked in the same calm tone - even though he didn't know who the nutritionist was.

"September 2005, the day after I retired."

"Next question" Wei Ran paused, "What was your purpose of defecting to Fishing Ground No. 33?"

"Rescue Prisoners No. 48, No. 55, and No. 59"

Bratt paused, "The nutritionist said they are worth a lot of money and can help us live like rich people."

"So you sent them to Grozny and poisoned the people in the fishery?" Wei Ran's tone became calmer.

"They were the guards of the fishery at the time. If I didn't transfer their people, there was no way I could take away the prisoners."

Bratt explained in a hoarse voice, "These three prisoners are different from the others. They are locked in the highest-level prison. There is no way to release them unless all the guards are transferred. After all, I can't let them out."

He's just a civilian with no fighting ability." "What's the purpose of poisoning?" Wei Ran continued to ask. "Kill him and fake his death."

Bratt sighed, "But I failed. The psychiatrist was not poisoned. My leg was also wounded by his gun, and the three prisoners were also killed."

"Tell us about the nutritionist." Wei Ran changed the topic.

"he?"

Bratt paused, "He was killed by me, with the gift he gave me. If I didn't kill him, how could I possibly sleep?"

"Where's the body?"

"It was treated like a fishery."

Bratt pointed to the sea outside the window, "On the sea about five nautical miles away, his body was crushed and thrown into the sea. On that stormy night, the minced meat and blood attracted a lot of sharks."

"It's time for the last step." Wei Ran paused, "If you can give me the list of people who were leaked by you, you can save your family by committing suicide."

Hearing this, Blatter subconsciously slapped

Shivering, he swallowed hard, and then took a big sip of the cigarette that was about to burn the filter.

After stubbing out his cigarette butt in the ashtray, Brat said without looking back, "I only revealed the people I was sure to have killed. I didn't dare to say the ones I wasn't sure about."

"What are you afraid of?" Wei Ran asked calmly.

"I'm afraid of retaliation, but now the Avengers have finally come to my door." Bratt sighed, "I know very well that if I leak the identities of the living people, I will also be exposed. For those Americans, my

The value has been mined long ago, and they would never mind using my life as bait."

"How is Adrian Senna's life in the United States?" Wei Ran casually revealed the other person's new identity, "In other words, how is your job as an Eastern European intelligence analyst?"

"Better than I imagined, and worse than I imagined."

Blatter, the bell-ringer, was completely slumped on the sofa. "No one will reuse a traitor, let alone give full trust. To those Americans, I am just a tool that works well at first, but it becomes more and more difficult."

It's just a tool that gets less attention. But no matter what, I lived the life I wanted." "Do you regret it?" Wei Ran asked a question that should not have been asked at this time.

"regret?"

Brat showed a sarcastic smile, "No one has a choice. Who wants to keep guarding that fishery? Everyone wants to leave. If not, do you think they will go to Grozny willingly?"

"Tell me about that fishery?" Wei Ran took a small step back as he spoke.

"What do you want to know?" Brat asked without looking back. "The reason why the fishery exists."

While Wei Ran was talking, he had already put away the pistol with the silencer under the cover of his clothes, and then took out the gravity knife from the metal book. He used the sharp tip as a screwdriver and easily used it with two layers of rubber gloves.

He unscrewed the screws that fixed the patch on the grip of the silent revolver in his hand.

Through the dim light outside the window, he could clearly see that in the gap in the middle of the pistol grip, a memory card the size of a fingernail and with a capacity of 128g was fixed with insulating paper tape.

"It seems that your boss didn't tell you too much." Blatter sat on the sofa with his back to Wei Ran and said calmly, "The matter starts with Brezhnev's death. That stupid guy

There are too many corruption problems left in the medal display rack, and even the interior of the kgb has been corroded.

After Comrade Andropov took office, in order to solve the corruption problem, he secretly established the No. 33 *** fishing ground outside the kgb system, temporarily bypassing the kgb system to deal with *** officials.

Those secret operations not only allowed Fishing Ground No. 33 to grow rapidly, but also allowed Andropov to quickly gain control of power.

After he gained a foothold, Fishing Ground No. 33 also temporarily took over the handling of foreign espionage issues during the internal self-cleansing of kgb, and even took on the task of training kgb. It can be said that during the Andropov administration
To be continued...