When Anna saw Derrensky on the hospital bed again, the bearded man no longer had any arrogance, and his deep eyes lost the light of hope. At this moment, Anna was sure that Derrensky's steel had been melted, and Dr. Odd's surgical performance completely destroyed his courage. In the face of absolutely inhumane atrocities, any belief is extremely fragile, and the primitive sense of fear will occupy his heart.

The beautiful nurse left the ward tactfully. Anna asked straight to the point, "Have you thought about it?" Mr. Derrensky."

Derrensky twisted his neck mechanically, and his dull eyes instantly became terrified. He nodded wildly. "I said, I said... I told you everything I know, please let my daughter and my sister... I..."

"No, no! Mr. Derrensky, I am not interested in the information in your belly. I just want to invite you to join the national security department, be loyal to Russia, and be loyal to His Majesty the Emperor."

"What? Do you want me to join you?" Derrensky said in surprise.

Anna nodded, "As long as you agree, the position of deputy director of the Secretariat Bureau is yours. How about it, do you have the courage to raise a butcher knife to your past comrades? Of course, as compensation, I will send someone to protect the safety of your family."

Derrensky closed his eyes, and after a long time, he opened his eyes again and asked, "Dear Princess, I have another request: Can you really help us restore the Jewish nation?"

"No now." Anna said without thinking, "Please give me 10 years. In 10 years, you Jews will definitely have their own country!"

"That's great..." Derrensky showed a bleak smile, "I have thought a lot these days, and the horror scene that day made me understand: I am so fragile! Instead of chasing that ethereal goal, it is better to contribute to my nation steadily... Comrade Lenin, I'm sorry..."

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"Yo! The little handsome guy, come and have a drink." A woman in her 20s dressed in charming clothes leaned on Zorge, and her snow-white thighs wrapped in suspenders kept rubbing against Zorge's sensitive area.

"No, no, I'm not used to drinking... "Zorge is still rational, but his passion continues to surge and he can't hold it in.

"Well..." The young woman's fiery red lips suddenly kissed Zorge's cheek, "Hey, I'm already grown up and can't even drink wine. Is he a man?... Could it be?" The woman said as she touched Zorge's crotch with her left hand, and laughed and said, "Let me see, how is it developing?"

In an instant, Zorg's face jumped away like a boiling kettle, "Okay, I'll take a sip, and you'll leave after drinking!"

As soon as Zorge finished speaking, the iron gate was kicked away angrily. Instructor Victor strode to Zorge and cursed, "Look at your cowardly look! You can't even deal with a woman. If she asks you to drink, you can drink it? What if the wine is poisonous, what if there is sleeping pills in the wine?"

Then Zorge realized that everything that just happened was a test!?

"Oh my Lord Victor, don't get angry." The young woman next to him hugged Victor, "This young man is very good. At least he won't touch others. In the past, a few little brothers, when they saw me, were like tigers, and they made me unable to get out of bed for several days..."

Victor's face remained unchanged and continued, "Captain Zorg, if you encounter the situation just now, if there is no one around, then this can be solved..."

"Bang!" The young woman was knocked to the ground, and a few traces of blood oozed out of the corner of her mouth. Victor clapped his hands and asked, "Do you understand, Captain."

"Yes...yes, I understand!" Zorge looked at the woman on the ground sympathetically, feeling a little sad: this woman is just a training equipment, and she was ruined by many students before...

Keeping in mind the instructor's teachings, Zorg ended his day of training. Now he is no longer the innocent boy he used to be. He is usually a student of the Department of Literature of Moscow University. During training, he is a rookie with lack of skills. Every training makes him understand the dangers of the profession of a special agent, and he has to face great pressure at all times. Although he is not fighting against the enemy with real swords and guns, this invisible front is more cruel than the real battlefield.

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After surrendering Derrensky, Anna's mood improved a lot. The founder of Cheka, a natural workaholic, changed her original position, which greatly enhanced Anna's confidence in defeating the Bolsheviks. The Secret Service does not lack front-line agents, but lacks high-end management talents. Technical senior bureaucrats like Derrensky are what the organization desires the most.

The prodigal son turned around and the gold was not exchanged. After changing his faith, Derrensky quickly devoted himself to a new job. After serving as deputy director of the Bureau of Secretariat, the first thing he did was to rectify the organization, unify the work uniforms of the personnel, and resolutely crack down on internal corruption.

When designing the organization's uniform, Derrensky asked Anna about her opinion. As the nominal director, Anna, who was not very involved, was quite interested. In order to show the organization's aura, she chose a dark leather jacket as the standard uniform. At the same time, in order to show the organization's absolute allegiance to the royal family, the left arm of the clothes was printed with a white double-headed eagle pattern representing the royal family.

"Your Highness, I have another request." Derrensky took out a list and handed it to Anna with both hands. "This is a list of weapons equipped by the bureau. Most of the personnel are only equipped with pistols. For unarmed workers or students, this amount of fire is enough, but there are too few weapons to deal with the Bolsheviks and other parties. Moreover, in order to protect the safety of you and other members of the royal family, I propose to establish a unit that is different from ordinary troops, which is specifically responsible for defending important personnel of the empire and shoulder the responsibility of extermination of the rebellious armed forces."

Anna looked at the list roughly, and when she heard Derrensky say this, her eyes lit up, "I have prepared for the troops you mentioned, there are about 1,500 people. Let's go, now I will take you to see my private guard!"

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Even in the twelfth month of winter, Andre did not relax his training. At this moment, a team of 1,500 people was marching in the snow. Each soldier was carrying a T1 rifle. Andre rode a tall horse and ran in front of the team, constantly urging the soldiers to run quickly. Regarding the complaints of some soldiers, Andre cursed, "Remember, you are soldiers, I am your commander, I can ride horses now, but you walk with your feet. The reason is very simple! You are too lazy, you sweat more often, and you will leave less blood when you go to the battlefield! ... Do you understand?"

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