"Do you see it? Oleg! Did you see it?" Not far from the Mobile Base, a young Lucia guy was yelling excitedly in the snow, pointing at the Mobile Base ahead: "They fired the cannon! Did you see it? Oleg! They fired it!"
"Shut up, kid, I saw it! If you shout any louder, the Fla Country people will hear us!" The one called Oleg was a typical robust Lucia man. He quickly pushed the small guy down, gesturing for him to keep quiet while he himself stayed alert, scanning the surroundings and keeping low to avoid detection.
Despite Oleg’s extre caution, the young guy he had pinned down was still struggling and trying to shout.
This made Oleg press his hand even harder over the guy’s mouth, feeling a particular frustration with such amateurs. If the weather weren’t so inappropriate now, he’d have considered trying the trick they played back in spy school, where they’d stuff a sock in each other’s mouths.
Oleg was a spy, and a highly skilled veteran at that.
Although he was just in his thirties, he had been undercover in a European country for over a decade before the disaster, gathering crucial intelligence for Lucia without being detected.
As an elite spy under the KGB’s European division, Oleg only needed to hang on for a few more years to fake his death honorably, return ho, and enjoy a leisurely retirent, provided he wasn’t exposed and disappeared.
In their line of work, exposure ant death. Even if one managed to escape, it would leave an ugly blemish on their record. Those who caused significant damage might even be disposed of.
Oleg understood this perfectly, which is why he always treaded carefully, avoiding mistakes and caring less about achieving rits. Because of this approach, he managed to stay undercover smoothly for over ten years, advancing from a greenhorn to a seasoned veteran with a full beard.
However, just as Oleg was hoping to see the light at the end of the tunnel and retire with a pretty wife to lead a peaceful life, the teor ca.
Of course, the KGB couldn’t just leave their elite spies abroad to die, so they brought them back before the disaster.
For spies like Oleg, this was an unprecedented situation.
All the KGB spies stationed across Europe were withdrawn by various ans before the disaster. The then KGB headquarters was filled with elites. Oleg even encountered several classmates from his spy school days, whom he hadn’t been in contact with since graduation and had assud were already dead.
However, the joyous days didn’t last long. Following the various disasters triggered by the teor impact, Lucia’s situation beca extrely dire.
If the rest of the world weren’t possibly even worse off, Oleg might have regretted returning to endure such hardship, though he didn’t regret returning to Lucia.
Fortunately, the hard days didn’t last long. The KGB and Lucia’s governnt couldn’t just leave a large group of elite spies idle.
They were reassigned, but this ti against their own internal threats instead of foreign adversaries.
Oleg was tasked with infiltrating a wealthy rchant’s shelter, becoming one of his subordinates to gather intelligence and information about these wealthy rchants and oligarchs, ensuring they weren’t up to any conspiracies, and relaying the information to the KGB promptly.
Originally, Oleg’s mission was going smoothly, without any crises or difficulties, and he gradually gained the rchant’s trust.
But then unexpectedly, a plague hit Lucia, paralyzing the entire Capital. Oleg had already acquired intelligence that the oligarchs were planning to instigate a rebellion secretly. However, the person responsible for relaying the information got infected and died shortly after, preventing Oleg’s intelligence from getting out.
This filled Oleg with regret. If he had taken a risk back then and gotten the intelligence out, perhaps the subsequent massive loss could have been avoided?
Oleg couldn’t make assumptions, but the incident had already happened. What followed—where the businessman joined the rebel army and got crushed by the authorities for resisting—had little to do with Oleg.
He had been assigned a new task: infiltrate the rebel army and gather intelligence about them.
This is why Oleg was here. Within the rebel army, he had demonstrated his intelligence-gathering capabilities and was quickly given a significant role in intelligence collection.
The intelligence about Fla Country possibly testing new weapons was collected by his subordinates, and it was Oleg who inford the authorities of this information.
He was originally just there today to observe Fla Country’s testing, but he didn’t expect his subordinate to be so unreliable, shouting and nearly causing Oleg to draw his gun on him.
Fortunately, after restraining the overly energetic young man, Oleg and his subordinate once again hid themselves. Despite the extre cold in the snow, and nearly freezing in the half-hour’s watch, Oleg buried himself as deep as he could in the snow to avoid detection.
But just as Oleg thought they were safely hidden, a strong wind suddenly whipped up.
It was the strong wind ntioned in the previous intelligence! Oleg realized almost instantly. As a seasoned intelligence officer, he knew that though the cannon fired from the Mobile Base sounded powerful, its caliber was not enough to cause such a degree of wind pressure.
Oleg lowered his head and felt the strong wind sweeping above his head, making a judgnt.
It seed the Fla Country was indeed testing sothing extraordinary! The instincts of an old intelligence officer made Oleg realize this.
He morized this intelligence, intending to report back to both the rebel army and the authorities.
This wasn’t about playing both sides, selling the sa piece of intelligence twice, but rather a necessary ans to maintain his current cover.
Don’t be fooled by his rugged appearance—he wasn’t a reckless brute. True brutes would have been weeded out back in spy school. Wildness was just a façade.
As Oleg pondered this, he suddenly heard a different sound amid the wind.
It was a helicopter! Oleg was instantly alert, almost instinctively jumping up from the snow to look toward the source of the sound. An unidentifiable helicopter was flying toward him, and a bright spotlight had already focused on them.
"Run!" Oleg shouted, grabbing the young man on the ground and turning to flee.
But humans couldn’t outrun helicopters. With barely any effort, the Fla Country soldiers descending from the skies captured Oleg and his subordinate.
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