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Chapter 1409: Cold War Confrontation (First update, please subscribe)
Any agent will have their instincts.

When danger occurs, they will have an intuition, just like Miller. When he walked to the door and noticed that half of the toothpick in the gap had disappeared, Miller immediately understood one thing.

exposed!
After opening the door, he put the food bag in his hand there, then walked out of the apartment building again, as if he remembered something.

After leaving the apartment, Miller could feel someone watching him!
Suddenly, he felt like a thorn in his back. Miller tried hard to restrain his urge to run out faster, and still maintained his pace, walking towards the gate at a leisurely pace. The eyes seemed to be staring at him all the time, and Miller only breathed a sigh of relief when he walked out of the gate of the community.

Walking onto the street and buying a pack of cigarettes, Miller pretended to smoke on the side of the road and observed while smoking.

On the surface there seemed to be no danger, but his intuition told him that danger existed.

"Exposed!"

Then Miller began to speed up as he walked, accelerating, and breaking into a trot.

Miller ran straight into the city for a block, and only slowed down after making sure that no one was following him.

"Am I being too suspicious?"

He began to wander aimlessly, turning left or right randomly whenever he came to a fork in the road, and his mind began to think about various possibilities.

“It seems like no one is following.”

Miller couldn't understand why the toothpick fell.
I also couldn't figure out why I had that dangerous intuition.

First of all, he had been lurking here for many years. To be exact, it had been ten years, although there was no spy in this world who would never be exposed.

But up to now, he has been extremely cautious, and such caution has ensured his safety.

The sudden crisis now made Miller have some questions... How did the other party know of his existence?

Although the enemy has not appeared yet, one thing is certain: when you realize the danger, then the danger will definitely come. This is an intuition.

Now he had a very dangerous feeling, he might have been exposed!
I just can't figure this out.

"kindness?"

Miller had to pause his thoughts because he found himself in a dead end. Shaking his head, Miller decided not to think about it for the time being. There were bigger problems waiting for him to solve. For example, to determine whether they were targeting him, and if they were targeting him, would they also target Clausen.

He turned around, about to exit the dead end, and then his pupils suddenly contracted.

Twenty meters away, a European man who looked to be about fifty years old was blocking the entrance to the dead end.

Miller subconsciously took a step back out of fear, his eyes wide open, and he didn't even know when the other party followed him:
"Miller!"

The European said slowly and in a low voice:
"I think it's time to end this game of cat and mouse... What do you think, little mouse?"

The next second, the European guy had pulled out his pistol.

Miller, who was trapped in a dead end alley, saw a car parked at the entrance. When the door opened, several agents wearing black combat uniforms and holding submachine guns surrounded him.

"it's all over!"

Miller pursed his lips and said:

"No, it's just the beginning!"

The moment the words fell, Miller took out his gun.

gun!
His entire body was dark with a metallic sheen, and as he raised his gun, a sneer slowly spread across the corners of his mouth.

The next moment, gunshots rang out in the alley and the other party also opened fire.

After a burst of crisp gunfire, the European guy shouted loudly:

"Stop shooting! Stop shooting!"

Then he ran toward Miller, shouting:
"Hurry, call an ambulance!" he shouted as he ran to Miller.

The gun had fallen from Miller's hand. Miller, who had been shot several times in the chest, was spitting blood from his mouth. He looked at the European guy with a smile on his face.

"I... can finally go home..."

At this time, Miller's eyes became a little unfocused, his breathing became a little rapid, and soon his head tilted, and he stopped breathing.

Looking at him, the European guy's expression became a little complicated.

At this time, another person ran over and looked at Miller lying in a pool of blood. He asked:
"Boss, we originally had the opportunity to capture him at his home or somewhere else, but now..."

"We need him dead!"

The European turned around and said as he walked:
"His body is needed to send a signal to the Soviets! Tell them that they will pay the price here!"

A few minutes later, Miller's body was carried into the ambulance. Some people nearby were pointing and talking. Such a scene is very rare here.

This is the Cold War. Although it seems that there is no smoke of gunpowder, there are also sacrifices and efforts behind the smoke of gunpowder...

On that day, there was already a panic in the Soviet representative office.

"We have more than 100 agents and undercover informants arrested, and several agents were shot dead." Polyakov smoked silently, his brows furrowed. He didn't know what happened, but the sudden change made him feel unprecedented danger.

"Not only did they arrest our people at the airport, but even some of the flight attendants who were carrying goods back to the country were arrested and accused of carrying sensitive banned goods out of the country."

"Our intelligence network has been severely damaged!"

While his subordinates were reporting, Polyakov turned on the TV, and the news on TV happened to be showing the news that Miller had been shot.

"...Sources said that the dead Miller Andrew was a foreign spy who had been lurking here for a long time. Although it is not clear which side he represented, it is said that this operation was planned for a long time by the Security Department to wipe out the spy network of other countries..."

Looking at the photos on the TV news, Polyakov was silent for a while, then said:

"Miller, he is one of ours. Arrange to send his and other comrades' bodies back to the country. We will always send them back to the country."

Although the KGB was cruel, they also had a warm side. Soon, several women from France, Germany and other countries, who were the "distant relatives" of the deceased, were responsible for bringing the bodies back to their countries. The Security Department did not stop this, not only because the bodies had been strictly checked, but also because this was the rule of the Cold War. After all, no one could guarantee that their own people would not have the same experience. In the end, everyone always had to go home.

It's just a different way of going home.

Just a few hours later, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs submitted an official letter announcing the expulsion of several officials from the Soviet representative office on the grounds that they were engaged in espionage activities. Polyakov, the chief of the intelligence station who had been in office for less than a year, was of course... not among them!
……

In the office in Lukayambi Square, Shelepin looked at the report in front of him with a solemn expression. He just listened silently to the report of Sergei, the director in charge of Southeast Asian affairs.

"…This is an unprecedented failure! The intelligence network we have been operating there for more than a decade has almost suffered a devastating blow. Seven agents have been killed, and hundreds of agents and secret agents have been arrested. At the same time, they expelled our people."

When Sergei finished speaking, Shelepin said:

"Do we have a list of their informants?"

"Very few, only one or two."

"Arrest them!"

Shelepin said directly:

"At the same time, take revenge in Saigon... no, in other areas!"

The reason why we cannot retaliate in Saigon is very simple - we cannot give them an excuse to interfere in Saigon's affairs. As for other areas, we can take bold action.

"We must make them understand - our revenge will come as expected!"

When Shelepin's avatar fell, Sergei added:
"We will retaliate against them with actions, but ... now they have cut off our access to chips."

This problem is very serious.

Shelepin certainly knew the importance of chips to the Soviet Union, otherwise they would not have set up a special agency to steal and purchase chips and related technologies.

"This is indeed a problem."

Shelepin asked, frowning.

"Why are they acting now? Weren't there any signs before they acted?"

Facing the boss's question, Sergei thought for a moment and then replied:

"I think they are sending us a signal in this way, or expressing their dissatisfaction. Because - Kenya."

Sergei's analysis made Shelepin frown, and then he said:
"I see, you go down."

As Sergei was about to leave, he thought for a moment and then reported:

"There's one more thing, but it may have nothing to do with me, but I think you should know it."

"What is it?"

Shelepin asked, looking at his subordinates in confusion.

"A few days ago, a friend of mine came to see me from Kazan. On the way, he found that the growth of this year's spring wheat was very poor, which seemed very abnormal because the weather conditions this year were good. Logically, this situation should not have occurred.

He’s an agricultural expert and he’s seen this happen elsewhere, but… nobody in Moscow seems to care.”

After Sergei reported his findings, he spoke again with doubts.

"Because it feels a little strange, I think you should know about this as well."

Shelepin frowned at his subordinates' report.

"It's a little strange. Okay, I'll have someone investigate this matter. You go down first."

After Sergey left the office, silence returned to the office again.

Behind the closed office door, Shelepin smoked silently, seemingly thinking about something.

After a long time, he picked up the phone on the table and dialed a number. After the call was connected, he spoke to the other end of the phone.

"it's me……"

(End of this chapter)