In the early morning, when Chekov walked into a courtyard not far from the Bank of China and saw his subordinate lying in the room with his abdomen covered with bandages, he frowned in thought.
This is a safe house they specially prepared for their subordinates. No matter who gets into trouble, they will be arranged to enter the safe house as soon as possible and then transferred through their own channels. However, today's situation seems to be a little different.
"Sir."
The other two Chekas who were not injured came to Chekov's side. Their tall and heroic postures had a military look at first glance.
"Something is not right today."
Chekov was an agent with a very keen sense of smell, otherwise he would not have been able to run the Cheka organization in Harbin for so long in the hands of the Japanese.
Logically speaking, the Japanese should take action... Chekov thought this way.
The usual Japanese attitude towards the Cheka is like a vicious dog, baring its fangs if it gets too close. Let alone such a large-scale gun battle in Harbin, even street fights between them and the Soviets have to go through the gendarmerie.
Even if the interrogation proves that there is no suspicion of espionage, it will still enter the long-term supervision stage.
But why is it that more than a dozen people died in Huihai Tower and there is not even a sign of trouble on the street?
"Sir, are we causing trouble for the Cheka?"
Chekov shook his head: "It's because you haven't caused enough trouble."
He said with certainty: "According to the Japanese control of Northeast China, if such a big thing happens, the entire city will be under martial law, all businesses related to us will be investigated, and people who may be related will be arrested on a large scale, even if the truth may not be found.
Fierce, but at least they showed an attitude."
"What about this time? There were no more patrols on the street, and the investigation team from the Special High School Division didn't show up either. When I came here in the morning, I took a long detour and passed by Huihai Building. You know I was standing by the car window
What did you find inside?"
"I saw that the investigation department of the police station was studying the case!"
"It's Chinese!"
“It was only in the Criminal Procedure Law of 1912 in this country that the saying ‘the body of a dead person should be examined as soon as possible’ was promulgated in 1913. The first ‘Anatomy Rules’ were promulgated in 1913. Only in 1914 were there ten detailed rules for anatomy.
Judicial medicine was only introduced in universities in 1915. It can be said that all Chinese forensic doctors entered the workforce after 1920. Today's Chinese forensic doctors are at most beginners in this subject. But the Japanese just took such a case
Leave it to these people, why?"
"They want to appease us."
Chekov's eyes were sharp and he quickly got what he wanted, but the clues he got to get all this were just a walk around the crime scene.
This person is unfathomable!
"Can you figure out what the Japanese want?"
"They can allow Xu Ruifeng, a wanted criminal with a Red Party background, to do whatever he wants in Harbin, and they can allow us, as the Communist International, to sweep across Huihai Tower in this city. If there is no well-prepared big move, Mi Cangshi from the Special High School
There is no way we will be allowed to run wild."
Chekov paced back and forth in the room where his men slept peacefully, muttering to himself: "Last year, a serious plan plunged the entire Northeast into a bloody storm; this year, a newspaper in Beimancheng revealed that
They have never been stable. Ever since they got the Northeast, they have been as excited as a child getting a cake, and they can't wait to take everything in the Northeast into their hands..."
"Even if others look at it, they will feel threatened..."
"Once such a nation settles down, it will definitely be attracted by other more important things. At present, what is the most important to Japan?"
The entire room was silent for fear of interrupting Chekov's thoughts, until he suddenly turned around and faced the other two men who performed the mission yesterday: "It's China!"
"It must be China!"
Chekov said with certainty: "The Japanese are going to send troops."
He walked toward the door eagerly, then turned around as if he had forgotten something: "You two, tell me that I have been here when he wakes up. I must go back immediately to deliver this important news back to the country."
He took another step forward, only to turn around again: "By the way, the doctor will come again in the evening. If his body allows, Cheka will arrange a return route for you. You should return home as soon as possible, so that Cheka will not
Leave no leverage in the hands of the Japanese."
When Chekov's figure left the room, one of the two people walked to the window and whispered: "Let's go."
The man lying on the bed slowly opened his eyes.
At that moment, he stood up slowly with a pale face. When the action of sitting up involved bending down, he grimaced in pain. If he hadn't used his elbow to support him in time, he probably wouldn't have been able to sit up.
"Where's what I want?"
Another foreigner took out a syringe from his pocket: "Okinets, are you sure you want to do this? Although this thing can relieve pain and make people more excited, the doctor has said that it is extremely addictive.
High, unless there is a very dangerous situation where the injury needs to be suppressed, it is never allowed to be used."
Okinets grabbed the syringe, grabbed the shirt hanging by the bed and put it on. A handsome man in a white shirt appeared in the room: "I have to do this."
"Why, haven't you already received the title of Okinets, 'Only Son'? You are already the only son of Cheka. What else do you want?"
Okinets, translated in their country's language, means 'only son'. This title has always been the Cheka's highest honor. Countless soldiers would rather freeze to death in training in Siberia to strive for this honor.
, it is said that countless people sacrifice their lives for this honor every year in the snowy world of the ice world, and the person in front of me is the leader who has won this title. More importantly, as long as he does not die, this title will be
He will continue to exist in place of his real name until his death, when he will be re-screened by the Siberian training camp.
“I want to reach the top!”
Okinets exudes the arrogance of a young man all over his body, and his arrogance that no one can suppress is the arrogance that he has sacrificed his life for in life and death again and again.
"Haven't you already reached the top?" said the Cheka member next to him: "You broke the chef's shooting record, and you also broke the physical fitness record. You have even broken fifteen records such as fighting, survival challenge, and diving.
If it’s broken, why do we have to risk it to kill him?”
"Because she is still alive and I haven't fought her yet!"
Okinets said sentence by sentence: "Because everyone in Siberia knows that the chef is a shame to the training camp, but no one has been able to bring back the news of her death in so many years. On the contrary, every year, the training camp selects the chef to perform tasks
All Chekas will disappear after the farewell banquet."
"What does this mean? It means that Okinets is not the strongest person in the Siberian training camp at all. The strongest person is still her! Only by killing her can I truly deserve my title!"
"You've gone crazy!"
"So what!"
Okinets put on a black suit, a white shirt, and a portable rapid-fire holster under his arm. When he stuffed the TT pistol in, he said without hesitation: "Man, isn't it from the moment you are born?
Should we seek the highest glory from the beginning?"
The trained secret service officer wanted to open his mouth, but was stopped by another person pulling his arm. At this moment, Okinets was ready. After tying the dagger used to kill yesterday back to his calf,
He smiled at these two people: "Don't forget your promise, you must wait an hour after I leave before reporting this matter to your superiors." Say it, Okinets turned and left.
Buzz.
Knowing that there was a roar of cars coming from outside the hospital, the man who was trying to dissuade Okinets just now looked back at his companion: "Why are you stopping me? Don't you know the danger of this matter?"
"Man, do you think you can stop Okinets? That's Okinets, a guy who would rather enter the bear's habitat than detour in order to break the record set by the chef. The key is that he also brought
Wearing a bearskin and successfully breaking this record, what can our few words do to stop such a person?"
"Those of us standing at the foot of the mountain are really not qualified to comment on what others do. If one day you have results that can be compared with him, I will never participate in your quarrel. But now, in
Before his decision, we can only watch, because I have a feeling that Okinets will definitely come back with the head of the chef."
"But he's hurt!"
"The injury he suffered during the duel with the bear was much more serious than this. There was no special medicine that time, right?"
"What if the chef has left the compound? Apart from the danger to himself, what else can Okinets gain?"
"Is this our fault? No, we just need to report it within the prescribed time."
Some people spend their whole lives pursuing being better than yesterday, while some people are complacent in their mediocre lives.
…
Outside the courtyard door, the car slowly stopped here. When Okinets saw the closed courtyard door, he took out a needle from his pocket and pricked his arm with a needle.
This is a drug specially developed by Cheka scientists for special service personnel. It can relieve pain and maintain your physical fitness at the same time. However, this drug is extremely addictive, and many Cheka members have become addicts after using it.
However, what has to be said is that once this medicine is inserted into the body, it will give people a sense of joy with endless power.
"Um!"
After pulling out the needle, Okinets looked coldly at the door in front of him. He was waiting for the effect of the medicine and the moment when he would kill the chef.