Absolute Honor

Lubyanka Square, fsb headquarters building.

This is a four-story yellow square building that is not majestic. The walls on the first floor are made of gray-black bluestone, which looks a bit solemn and cold.

At this moment, it was already December, and Moscow began to snow lightly, and there was white snow everywhere, and the temperature was below -6 degrees.

There is no yard here. There are two closed gates directly in front of the building. Entering inside is the inside of the building. There are sentries and guards at the gates.

A black Volga sedan stopped at the gate, and the guards with live ammunition came up to check the ID, then saluted, and waved back, the gate slammed open.

The car slid into the building and stopped at the parking lot.

The co-pilot got up and down, a young man with a falcon-like gaze, walked to the car and opened the tailgate after scanning the surroundings slightly.

Alexander Kovich, director of fsb Europe’s intelligence, got out of the car in a black coat.

Surrounded by two followers, one on the left and the other on the right, Alexanderkovich boarded the elevator and came to the third floor.

After walking through the long corridor, he finally stopped in front of an office.

He turned around and waved slightly to the two entourages. One of the entourages handed the black briefcase in his hand to Alexanderkovich, then turned and left.

Carrying a black briefcase, Alexanderkovich reached out and knocked on the door.

"Come in, the door is unlocked."

Although it was 12 o'clock in the evening, the owner of this office didn't seem to have a rest.

Pushing the door in, Alexanderkovich closed it gently.

This is a very spacious office with brown wooden floors. A huge desk is placed on the east side of the house. A sofa and coffee table are placed in front of the desk, which is a place for meeting guests.

A big, slightly fat man with a bald head leaned on the table to look up the documents, and from time to time he signed the documents with his pen.

The room is very warm because there is heating.

Taking off his coat and hanging it on the coat rack at the door, Alexanderkovich strode towards the large desk.

The bald man raised his head from behind the desk and stopped his pen.

He stood up, greeted him around the table, opened his arms and gave Alexanderkovich a Russian hug.

"Dawarisi, you said you want me to have an interview in an urgent matter. Is it really so urgent for you to fly back from Eastern Europe?"

"It's really urgent, Comrade Director." Alexanderkovich pointed to the sofa. "Can you sit down and talk?"

"Of course, my dear Alexanderkovich." The director smiled, and his smooth face was like a peeled egg, which made people look very comfortable and kind.

He turned back to his desk and pressed the summoning bell.

"Zoya, bring me twice as much coffee to the office."

"OK."

There was a female voice who was not young.

Obviously, this is the Secretary of the Secretary.

When the secretary works at night, the secretary will naturally not leave.

Coffee was arranged, the director went back to the sofa and sat down, looked at Aleksandrkovich and asked: "Well, there is an emergency to talk about now. In fact, if it's not a major event, you can talk to me on the phone. ."

"It must be interviewed." Pressure Sankovic took out a pocket recorder from his black briefcase. "Baron Harvey called me four hours ago. Of course, as a bridge of communication with Europe, I have the responsibility to All of our conversations are recorded. I think what the matter is, you will be very clear after listening to the call."

The door was knocked gently, and the forty-something secretary Zoya walked in with two cups of hot coffee and placed them gently in front of the two of them.

The director ordered: "Zoya, lock the door when you go out. I will not see guests for the time being."

"Okay." Zoya retired, locked the door according to the director's instructions, and gently brought it on.

After seeing the door closed, Alexanderkovic turned his head and stretched out his hand and gently pressed the play button.

Inside came the strong Russian-English accent of Alexanderkovich and the typical London accent of Baron Harvey.

The director listened quietly, while Alexanderkovich sat aside wringing his hands, his eyes never leaving the director's smooth, egg-like face.

In twenty minutes, the contents of the recorder finally finished playing.

The Secretary picked up the coffee cup, took a sip, and put it down.

"Dawarich, since London has asked for cooperation, what do you think? After all, you are the intelligence director in Europe. You know the people there better. I would like to listen to your professional opinions as a reference."

Obviously, this is a good leader who does not jump to conclusions and respects the front-line supervisor.

Alexanderkovic said: "According to the current situation, I agree to cooperate with them."

"I need a reason, otherwise it will be difficult for me to convince my superiors." The director held the coffee and stared at Alexanderkovich intently.

"Because according to the situation reported by Baron Harvey, there are currently six transport planes flying to our border, and then the plane is loaded with an estimated more than 30 tons of xs gel explosive. This explosive is colorless and tasteless, and can be mixed with anything. The color is made into something similar to plastic products. It can be made into any shape according to the poured mold. For safety, this is a big threat. If it is really shipped to the North Caucasus, it may be obtained by some people with ulterior motives. , The situation in that area has been undercurrents. It looks calm on the surface, but in fact it is still the area we focus on monitoring, so I think it is very risky. There is an advantage to cooperating with Baron Harvey. They track the Quds Army and the black sun. For a long time, we have a lot of information about this incident and these two organizations, which we urgently need."

The Secretary did not speak, but kept nodding.

He suddenly stood up, UU reading www.uukanshu.com went back to his desk, pulled out a document from the desk, then returned to the sofa and handed the document to Alexanderkovich.

"Look at this intelligence report."

Aleksanderkovich took the file and began to flip through it quickly.

While he was flipping through it, the director picked up the coffee and briefly introduced the contents of the document to him while drinking it.

"This intelligence was sent back from Africa 20 hours ago. According to the description in the intelligence, today under the leadership of mi17, their assault team conducted an infiltration raid in the desert of northern Somalia, and there was an infiltration raid. After a violent explosion, according to our informants in the government of Somalia, mi17 tracked a weapon manufacturing factory of the Hei Sun and the Quds Army and determined the location to be there. However, for some reason, the weapon factory suddenly exploded. Raze everything to the ground."

"In this report, no one was injured?" Alexanderkovich looked away from the document and returned to Alexanderkovich's face. "This is a bit strange."

"Well, yes, maybe because there is no one left there, or the retreat has been completed, and the explosion is just to destroy the evidence." The director said: "It seems that your judgment is correct. We do need to cooperate with Harvey. I know that the xs gel explosive fell in the hands of some people in the North Caucasus, which is indeed very detrimental to our safety."

Aleksanderkovich's heart suddenly trembled, and the director had already had an answer in his heart. The opinion he asked himself just now seemed to express his respect for himself on the face of it, but it was actually a test of his own judgment.

If he opposes cooperation, I am afraid that the director will have doubts about his work ability and professional level.

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