Mercenary War

In the mirror, I pushed the gold-framed glasses on the bridge of my nose, and I finished my hair with my hands, then finished the tie and pulled the sleeves of the shirt.

The impeccable instrumentation of the instrument, the Deputy Director General of the General Office of the Russian President in charge of homeland security issues, Baranykov, began his day’s work.

Passing through the long corridor and stopping at the end of the corridor, he looked at his watch. When time came to his fixed work report time, Baranikov rang a door.

“Please come in.”

Baranikov opened the door and he smiled and said, “Good morning, Mr. President.”

“Hello, Baranykov, please wait a moment, I will be fine soon.”

After quickly writing his name on a document, Puqin placed the document on one side of the desk, then looked up at his secretary and said: “You can start.”

Barannikov opened the folder and respectfully said: “Mr. President, there is a transfer order for General Nikolai who needs you to sign.”

Although it was the result of deliberation and discussion, Puqin took a look and signed his name on the document.

After retracting the documents and putting them in a folder, Baranikov sighed: “Calling General Boltnikov at 3:30 in the afternoon, is that okay?”

Puqin thought for a moment, then nodded and said: “Yes.”

Barannikov also proposed two more cumbersome but important things. After the approval of Puqin, Baranykov can already finish his work, unless there are any unexpected events or major events, He will not see Puqin today, but at this time, Baranikov suddenly took out a document, some confused: “There is one thing that seems a bit strange.”

Puqin frowned slightly and said: “Strange?”

Baranikov said with a puzzled face: “Last night, the Office of the Director of the Foreign Intelligence Agency received a strange call. One person said that he was a black devil and asked to talk to Director Shinovic.”

Puqin played with a pen in his hand. After hearing Barankov’s words, he suddenly put the pen on the table, and then looked serious: “Go ahead.”

Barannikov looked very surprised. He paused a little and then continued: “This morning, Shenovich reported the matter to General Vasilyevich, and General Vasilyevich will then call. I got to the office of the president. Please handle this matter personally. General Vasilyevich has not revealed much about this matter. I can only ask you to handle this matter personally.”

Puqin was silent for a moment, then he nodded and said: “What?”

Barannikov once again showed a trace of confusion. Although he disguised himself well, he still pulled out a document. The question was a bit thick and there were more than a dozen sheets of paper.

After placing the document in front of the piano, Barankov began to make a brief summary of the contents of the document as usual.

“The phone said that Yalebin died. The black devil wants to bury him in the new virgin cemetery. Sorry, Sir, I don’t understand.”

Puqin focused on the phone call minutes, but he only looked at the first page, did not turn down, after a moment of silence, he stood up, left the desk, began to walk back and forth in the office.

Baranikov is even more confused, and he even seems a little surprised.

Baranikov’s expression is not disguised, because he is not good at disguising himself. He does not know what the words Yayabin and the black devil mean, so he is really shocked by the reaction of Puqin.

Puqin suddenly stopped his foot and looked at his secretary. He looked serious: “Yalebin, the king of the black devil, he is dead.”

Barankov is very upset, and he is really awkward because he really doesn’t know what the name stands for, even though he just heard the name last night.

I shouldn’t ask if I didn’t ask. After just the confusion of my own confusion, Barannikov did not raise any doubts.

Puqin sighed and said: “You haven’t heard his name is normal, this is top secret, then does the Secretary Bassoff say anything?”

Barannikov immediately said: “No.”

Puqin’s mouth slammed tightly. He sat back at his desk and began to focus on the remaining documents. When he had finished reading it, he raised his head and said: “Pavlovic, This person is a black devil, no problem, that is, Yalebin is really dead.”

Baranikov whispered: “The phone asks to bury Yalebin in the new virgin cemetery, to cover the Soviet Union flag, to be able to engrave the name on the tombstone, this request…”

Puqin Shen Sheng: “Is it too much?”

Baranikov whispered: “No, I just feel very strange, of course, it is too much. This whole thing is like a joke. Of course, I know this is not a joke, so I feel a bit strange. ”

Puqin sighed and said: “Yerebin, you don’t know who he is, you don’t know the existence of the black devil, so you will feel that this request is a joke, cover the Soviet Union flag, and bury it in the new virgin cemetery. Claim……”

Baranykov didn’t say a word. He just had to send the question to Puqin. The rest was not related to him. He couldn’t intervene and couldn’t get into it.

After pondering for a moment, Puqin finally said: “Call Vasilyevich, ask him to come over immediately, and call Backov, no.”

Puqin raised his hand and said: “I called him personally.”

Baranikov immediately said: “Yes, I will call General Vasilyevich right away.”

Putong put his hand on the phone and picked up the microphone, but he hesitated when he pressed the button. After hesitating, he put down the microphone and then looked at Barannikov.

“Balanikov, Yarebin is a Soviet hero. He is the captain of the KGB secret code black devil secret army, the rank of lieutenant general. He made the last effort to save the Soviet Union. He is the greatest agent of the KGB. The strongest warrior, once the most dangerous enemy of Russia, has a legendary life and great merits.”

Baranikov said with amazement: “I never knew there was such a person.”

Puqin nodded, then he sighed: “His everything is secret, I want to ask you, do you think such a person can let him cover the Soviet flag with the Soviet flag to bury it? By the way, The New Virgin Cemetery is a resting place for members of the Black Devils.”

Baranikov whispered: “The hero of the Soviet Union, but the enemy of Russia, such a person, I think it is still inappropriate, may have a bad influence.”

Puqin slammed his hand, and he looked serious: “No, I think it is not enough to bury him just like this. It is not enough! We don’t have to fear a lost Soviet Union, not to fear a dead old man, and this An old man is still a hero, a real superhero!”

Puqin’s eyes became sharp, and then he sighed: “A true hero, you should get the treatment you deserve. Some things you don’t understand, but I used to be a KGB, so I understand.” 8 )