Chisonev was proud of being a KGB. With this identity, he could be assigned to an independent villa outside Moscow, so that when he was not on duty, he could grow some vegetables in the villa. Of course, this job was also risky, and he needed to go abroad frequently.

His public identity is an employee of an import and export company, and he always comes and goes in a hurry. His foreign intelligence officer is code-named "Stranger" and his mission is to serve as a messenger.

Chisonev knew that he was the lowest level agent and was the kind that could be abandoned at any time. Therefore, he liked the code name of "Stranger" very much and did not want to establish a familiar connection with informants. I don't know you, you don't know me, and you leave immediately after receiving the information and completing the task. Everyone is a stranger who doesn't know each other, which is very safe.

Of course there are gains when you have to pay. The KGB funding is always the most sufficient, but that is public funds. The bureau sympathizes with everyone and allows agents to take advantage of their personal belongings when going abroad. Chisonev is not an unsatisfied person. He is extremely grateful for the KGB's humane measures. Although potato beef is delicious, it would be really boring to eat it like this for decades.

He hopes to survive until he is forty, and then return to China to sit in the office and spend his whole life leisurely.

He had also done the dream of promotion, but after seeing a colleague who was familiar with him with gun holes and stared at him with his eyes open to his death, his ambition disappeared.

Be a messenger with peace of mind. The less you know, the safer it is. Those foreign colleagues don’t bother to arrest him as a minion, and it will not be too dangerous to be arrested.

This time he was sent to China to pick up a defector and comforted him to continue working (until it was discovered by the Chinese intelligence department, which would save a resettlement fee). He was very resistant to this task. China was poorer than the Soviet Union, and everything was in short supply on the market. He had to buy things with tickets. It was really unlucky. It seemed that he would have to go there this time in vain.

But today, Chisonev's heart was beating very fast. He thought he had a high possibility of getting a promotion. If he could catch the boy he had just seen and send it back to Moscow, those scientists would definitely be interested, and then there would be hope for the promotion, and maybe he could even get a first-level salary.

He could see clearly on the roadside the scene just now. After the boy caught the thief. After the clothes disappeared, the thief's expression was confused and then panic. The boy was surprised at first, and then changed to relief. Chisonev immediately recognized it. It was not the thief who caused this strange situation, but the teenager!

That was a boy with special abilities!

Chisonev has heard of some circulating rumors that in a mysterious place, a group of scientists were studying special abilities and said that they had achieved some results, but as the KGB, he knew that it was all nonsense.

There will be no special abilities who admit that they have special abilities, and that they will become victims of mad scientists. This is especially true in the Soviet country. All achievements are fooled by Americans and used to show the Soviet's strong technological strength. At least Chisonev has never seen a special abilities. Many times, he doubts whether there are special abilities in the world or the myths that people have blown.

Now, he doesn't have to doubt it, there is one in front of him!

Chisonev cleverly followed the teenager with the tracking skills he learned from the training camp. With his Central Asian skin-colored face and black straight hair, he could easily mingle among the Chinese without being surrounded by a group of people who were clamoring to find you to exchange for foreign exchange coupons.

The boy went to the free market and picked everything inside. It turned out that the poor child had become a family. He had to cook for his family at such a young age. Chisonev picked up a cigarette, picked up the cucumber with thorns on the vegetable stall, and bargained with the vendor in skillful Chinese.

With the corner of his eyes, Chisonev saw the boy saying a few words to the vegetable vendor, shook his head, and squeezed into a group of people rushing to reduce prices. He put down the cucumbers and got closer. He vaguely saw the boy's trousers from the crowd, let down his heart, and discussed with the vegetable vendor in front of him that the price rose.

The crowd dispersed, and there were only a pile of leftover rotten vegetable leaves left at the vegetable stall. Where did the boy go? Chisonev was stunned and walked over.

"Sold out, get ready tomorrow."

"Have you seen a boy?" Chisonev looked around nervously, but he could not see the boy.

"Young man? Are you looking for someone or buying vegetables?" the vendor said impatiently.

Chisonev had no time to argue with him, so he took out a foreign exchange coupon: "Tell me where he went!"

The vegetable vendor saw the foreign exchange coupon and looked at him again: "Drink, foreigner, okay. The boy squeezed around here and bought nothing, and passed by me."

The vegetable stalls were connected and could only squeeze in sideways. The boy actually ran away from here with the cover of the crowd!

He found that I was following him!

Chisonev paused in annoyance, and the promotion opportunities in front of him flew away. It's so damn!

The vegetable vendor reached out to pick up the foreign exchange coupons in his hand. Chisonev turned around and left, put the foreign exchange coupons in his pocket, and gave them to you, I am all poor.

The vegetable vendor jumped and cursed behind him. He never thought that a foreigner was so stingy and didn't keep his word. His mother's, foreigners were polite on TV, but they all turned out to be fucking coaxing people!

Xiao Qiang poked his head out of the vegetable basket: "Uncle, has that bad guy left?"

The vegetable vendor was still shouting loudly and said, "Boy, don't poke your head up. That foreigner is looking for you everywhere in the vegetable market. Damn, I knew at a glance that he was not a good person, a damn person, and he agreed to give money, and then he regretted it!"

Xiao Qiang smiled and said, "Uncle, I don't have money to give it to you."

The vegetable vendor lowered his head and took care of the change in his money basket: "They are all Chinese, so why don't they make money? I can still ask for money for a child. Isn't it because I have no asshole for a son in the future?"

Chisonev was also indomitable. He spent more than half an hour in the vegetable market. Almost every vegetable stall asked about it. The quality of Chinese people is really low. They either didn't see it or pointed at a random place, making him dizzy and finally had to leave dejectedly.

Instead of admitting his failure, he squatted in the alley opposite the free market, quietly watching the vegetable market, and waiting for the rabbit.

He intuition that the boy did not escape. With his observation, the boy could not escape without flaws and must have hid somewhere in the vegetable market.

After a minute, the vegetable vendor who sold out all vegetables came out in a tractor, and empty vegetable baskets were stacked on the car.

Chisonev quickly shrank his head and turned his back to him. If the long-winded vegetable vendor saw it, he would scream again, so that the entire vegetable market would know that he was still guarding outside.

He squatted until dark until he left in disappointment under the gaze of several police officers from the police station who had been wandering around nearby.

This boy must live in this city, and I will definitely catch him!

Chisonev made up his mind that he would rely on it in the future.

"I'm here, thank you uncle, goodbye!" Xiao Qiang lifted the plastic film covering his body, jumped off the tractor, and bowed to the vegetable vendor.

The vegetable vendor raised his hand and waved his hand: "No thanks! Why don't you thank this little thing?"

When the vegetable vendor saw Xiao Qiang walking into a resident courtyard, he started the tractor with confidence and drove out of the city. He was in a good mood to help the Chinese. Unfortunately, he didn't deceive the foreigner's foreign exchange coupon. He heard that the thing was worth a lot of money and could also buy imported electrical appliances in a special foreign exchange store. The foreign devils would not die.

Xiao Qiang heard the sound of the tractor gradually faded away, and observed through the small window of the mailroom for a while before bowing to the puzzled gatekeeper: "Thank you, grandpa." He came out of the resident yard and ran away.

It was so dangerous that he was almost caught by the foreigner. Fortunately, he was alert and found the foreigner from mirrors, glass doors and other reflectors, otherwise he would have trouble with him to the place where he lives.

In order not to let people who have contacted him know his real address, he specifically told the vegetable vendor that he lived in the east gate. He didn't expect that the vegetable vendor was so enthusiastic and insisted on sending him back. The people are so good now. Whether it is a passerby who catches thieves, a kind-hearted vegetable vendor, or a gatekeeper in the residential courtyard, he truly felt that the strong sense of social responsibility in people of this era is really touching.

This incident sounded a wake-up call to him. No matter what foreigner intends to follow him, it shows how much importance the outsiders attach to superpowers.

In the future, you can no longer use superpowers in front of outsiders.

It was already past three o'clock in the afternoon when Xiao Qiang returned home. In order to avoid possible searches from foreigners, he changed buses several times and circled around the city, before returning to the Military Region Logistics Department. These methods were what he saw from a movie, called the Maze Array. No matter whether it is useful or not, be careful, there is no big mistake.

My parents are still at work and haven’t come back, and the house is quiet.

Xiao Qiang and his family are public housing units divided into troops, with a small living room of two sets and two rooms, with a living area of ​​only thirty or forty square meters, and the living room is very small, which is only enough to hold a sofa.

Xiao Qiang was exhausted and circled around the city and kept changing cars. It was not very hot in autumn, but the bus was very hot. At this time, there were no air-conditioned cars, and when he got home, he was sweating.

He threw himself heavily on the sofa, without taking off his shoes, and put it on the armrest of the sofa, smelling a strong smell of ink in the living room.

In the corner opposite, there was a pile of things covered with newspapers, and the smell of ink was emitted from there.

Xiao Qiang was too lazy to do anything, so he pulled open the newspaper with his toes. There were several plastic medicine bottles below. He climbed down the sofa and opened it to see that it contained red, yellow and blue printing oil paints. The quantity was not large, and each type was only half a bottle. It might have been put back by his mother when she went home for lunch. She was responsible for the printing factory's finalization version. These pigments might have been taken back for comparison.

The spring on the sofa is very hard and it hurts to the body, making it uncomfortable at all.

In the early 1980s, it was popular to make furniture by yourself. Xiao Qiang's father also bought wood, designed the style by his mother, and made a sofa. In Xiao Qiang's opinion, this design is extremely old and uncomfortable to sit. However, the large flower noodles on the surface have a classical flavor.

He stretched, got up from the sofa, walked around the house, found a plastic basin, fed a basin of water, took off all of it, and took a cold shower in the small bathroom. In this era, there was no perfect family bathroom equipment, so it would be nice to have a space to take a bath. Some families could only go to public bathhouses to squeeze in with others.
Chapter completed!