In the game, Vladimir's axe-wielding man and driver Ivan's princess loli lowered their heads and looked at Yuan Jianan with their big round eyes as if they were looking at a fool.
Yuan Jianan wasn't surprised by their reaction at all.
If these two believed her words in the game and were so loyal, she would be suspicious.
Was this the level of the Russian KGB elites?
Now that the two of them were ignoring her, she was at peace with it.
Looking in the direction of the two of them, Yuan Jianan smiled and said, "I know these things are too shocking for you. When I first found out about this, it was like listening to a fantasy story …"
As she said that, she raised her hands, looked up at the sky, and slowly turned around. Her voice was trembling and full of emotion. "… In this world, there are natural geniuses … They can see the distance that others can't see, and they can touch the abyss that ordinary people can't touch …"
Vladimir's axe-wielding man looked coldly at the woman in front of him, waved his axe twice, and said disdainfully, "That's enough! So what if you're a genius? It's just a change of scenery in a lousy game, and you can fool people into thinking that it's a parallel space?! Why don't you say that you can come back to life?! Anyway, it's a game. You can come back to life no matter how many times you're killed! Are you stupid?! "
"That's right! It's just a lousy game. No matter how technical it is, can it compare to our Big Ivan?! "Driver Ivan's princess loli danced happily.
"It's just a lousy game? Hehe, no matter how powerful Big Ivan is, does he have a life? " Yuan Jianan's disdainful expression was even shown on the stiff face of the Tatar woman in the game.
"Life?" Driver Ivan's princess loli circled around Yuan Jianan's Russian Tatar woman and tried to roll her eyes. "Aren't you alive?"
"Players are all living people, except for NPCs. What are you trying to say?"
Yuan Jianan was speechless.
"It seems that you don't understand. I won't waste any more time. Anyway, you only have a month. After a month, everything here will be physically deleted. "
"Go back and think about it. You don't need to answer immediately. It's best to discuss it with someone …"
She smiled and winked at them. Her figure was surrounded by a halo of light that grew dimmer and dimmer until it disappeared.
Vladimir and the driver, Ivan, looked at each other and also quit the game.
In just a second, they had returned from that strange and dazzling world to the dull and cold hotel room. The two of them did not feel the slightest bit of discomfort.
They took off their VR helmets in the living room of their hotel and looked at each other with serious expressions on their faces.
"Boss, what do you think?" The driver, Ivan, scratched the back of his hairy neck. "I think there's something wrong with her."
He pointed at his head. "Do you have delusional psychosis?"
Vladimir: "…"
He sneered and kicked Ivan's leg. "What's going on? If you're uncultured, then speak less. No one will think you're mute. "
He sat on the windowsill of the hotel's bay window, took out a cigar, and tapped it on his palm.
Ivan immediately went to him and lit his cigar.
Vladimir smoked for a while and watched the sky outside the window get darker and darker. The blue-purple sky began to twinkle with stars, just like the birch forest full of "eyes" in his hometown.
He took a deep puff of his cigar and looked down.
Looking down from the window sill of the skyscraper, the people and cars on the ground were like an endless stream of ants.
He looked up at the starry sky. How many unknown secrets were there in the universe?
Unlike Ivan, he was no stranger to the theory of "parallel space." Moreover, he knew that there was indeed a group of scientists in the Russian Academy of Sciences that had been working on this area.
Although they hadn't completely succeeded, it was said that they had made great progress.
Under such circumstances, he didn't completely deny what the nagging woman had said and the scene that had been shown.
But who was the "genius" that woman had mentioned?
And what did she mean by life?
He still felt that there was something wrong.
After thinking about it for nearly an entire night, Vladimir looked up the game company's official website and saw that the company was registered in the Cayman Islands.
"Hehe, the Cayman Islands again." Vladimir blew a kiss at the computer screen. "I'll send a secret report to the bureau now and ask them to send someone to the Cayman Islands to find out who the real boss behind this online game is."
He had a feeling that Yuan Jia Nan wasn't the boss behind the scenes.
At this time, Ivan was lying on the sofa, already sleeping like a bear. He smacked his lips from time to time and didn't hear Vladimir's words at all.
Vladimir glanced at him with disdain and walked into the hotel's inner room.
Not long after, the highest officials of the Russian KGB received a secret report from the second-in-command, Vladimir.
When they saw this secret report, they all took it seriously.
Firstly, the Russian president was coming to China to preside over the wedding, so their security had to be in place.
Secondly, it involved the country's top secret, "parallel space", so they also had to carry out an investigation.
Of course, the most important thing was to find out who the person behind this game was. What was the real purpose of deliberately coming into contact with the KGB?
After all, to be able to use the topic of "parallel space", which was comparable to the country's top secret, as an exchange, that person's request was definitely not ordinary.
..
The next day, Vladimir and the driver, Ivan, sat at the dining table without tasting their food.
In front of them was their favorite Russian red vegetable soup. It was paired with Ukrainian marinated fat, cut into thin strips, and mixed with minced garlic and apple cider vinegar. It was especially delicious.
However, the two of them put down their knives, forks, and spoons after eating a few mouthfuls.
The driver, Ivan, was someone who couldn't hide his words. He asked again, "Is what that nagging woman said true or false?"
Vladimir glanced at him and lowered his head to drink the soup with a spoon. He said seriously, "Didn't you say that there's something wrong with her brain and that she's suffering from a delusional mental disorder? Continue to think that way. Don't be misled by her. You believe what she says. No wonder you've only been a driver for so many years! "
"I'm a driver to begin with!" The driver, Ivan, puffed out his chest and glared at Vladimir. "I'm only asking you if what she said is true! You're bullshitting me! "
Vladimir didn't want to answer, but he couldn't stop the driver, Ivan, from being a very "talkative" person.
If he couldn't achieve what he wanted, he could bore people to death with his nagging.
However, Vladimir was also a responsible person. It wasn't until he finished the red vegetable soup that he endured a strong headache and said slowly in between the driver, Ivan, "It doesn't matter if what she said is true or not. What's important is what she's going to do next."
"Don't forget the purpose of our operation. Whether she's telling the truth or not, we still have to cooperate with her. So is it important whether what she said is true or not?"
The driver, Ivan, suddenly realized that he wasn't the best when it came to talking nonsense!
The best was their second-in-command, Comrade Vladimir!
..
Two days later, a commercial airliner from North America swooped down and slowly landed at the Cayman Islands International Airport in the western Caribbean Sea.
The cabin door opened, and white men and women in T-shirts and baggy shorts walked down the gangway excitedly.
The man and woman in the middle were of medium build and were both wearing sunglasses.
The man had a head of light flaxen hair, which was rather messy. He looked up at the clear blue crystal sky, narrowed his eyes, and said, "The weather is really hot."
"Yes, 30 degrees. How can it not be hot? What misunderstanding do you have about the Caribbean Sea? " The woman next to him had blonde hair and blue eyes, but her skin, which should have been fair, was slightly brown, like honey.
As she spoke, she looked around and smiled, as if it was the first time she had come to this resort.
"Tsk tsk, the sea here is really extraordinary. When I was on the plane, I saw that the shape of the island here is really like a turtle with its neck stretched out. Peter, is this the origin of the original name of the Cayman Islands? "She pointed curiously at the blue sea.
The sea and the sky were almost the same blue crystal color. There was no boundary between the sea and the sky, and it was deep and vast.
This man with flaxen hair was the team leader of the Russian KGB's Far East Operations Group, Peter. However, he had now been promoted to the top of the KGB, only one level lower than Vladimir.
"The Cayman Islands were first discovered by Columbus, right? I remember its original name was Turtle Island. " He looked around. "But it's not because of the shape of these islands, but because the waters here are rich in sea turtles."
After a pause, he said with a smile, "… Lina, do you want to eat turtle meat for dinner tonight?"
"Turtle meat?" The woman named Lina wrinkled her nose. "Is it delicious?"
"I heard it's not bad. It's a specialty here." Peter and Lina staggered off the plane and went to the customs to go through the customs procedures.
They were holding American passports, and the procedures were quickly completed.
Because of the Cayman Islands' unique geographical location and commitment to the development of financial business, it was not large and had a small population, but it was very rich and prosperous.
There were only forty to fifty thousand people in total, but there were dozens of luxury hotels of all sizes, and there were countless three-star and four-star hotels.
Peter and Lina stayed at the Grand Cayman Island Marriott Hotel. This hotel was relatively close to the city center. There was no other place with a beach view, but it was convenient and lively.
Along the way, the banana tree, which was as tall as a person, was blown by the sea breeze.
There was also a large, kidney-shaped swimming pool at the entrance of the hotel. The water in the pool was blue, exactly the same color as the sea not far away. It was probably also seawater.
Lina twitched the corners of her mouth and muttered, "… There's really something wrong with him. The beach is just ten minutes ahead, and there's still a need to dig a swimming pool at the entrance? Would there really be people who would give up the beautiful natural beach to stay in this swimming pool? "
As soon as she finished speaking, she heard a burst of cheers and laughter coming from the direction of the swimming pool.
Lina: "…"
Peter shook his head indifferently. "You've been slapped in the face, haven't you? It's just that some people are so bored. Don't be surprised. "
He carried his suitcase and walked in front, ignoring the young boys and girls who were playing with water balloons in the swimming pool by the side of the road.
Lina snorted and walked a few steps to catch up with him. She said unhappily, "Peter, is this your attitude? I'm your girlfriend! "
Peter stopped and took off his sunglasses. His eyes, which seemed to never be opened, lifted one of his eyelids and glanced at her.
With just a glance, Lina suddenly found that she was about to stop breathing.
The pressure seemed to be substantial, as if it was strangling her throat.
Peter put on his sunglasses. Lina rubbed her throat, breathed a sigh of relief, and muttered, "… What do you mean? Am I not your girlfriend? "
Peter walked up to her and whispered into her ear, "Lina is Peter's girlfriend, but you're not the only Lina."
After saying that, he took a step back and patted her face. "You're just a temporary name. Don't think too much about it."
Lina shivered. She was almost blinded by the beautiful scenery of the Cayman Islands.
She composed herself. "Got it. Thank you for the reminder."
Peter's previous partner was said to have died in the Tunguska sinkhole. She was the second Lina, filling in for the previous Lina.
The two of them walked into the hotel lobby and swiped their cards to check in according to their pre-booked room.
Their room was on the top sixth floor of the Marriott Hotel, and it was a duplex suite.
As soon as the two of them entered, they put away the sweet atmosphere outside, opened their suitcases, and got to work.
The first step was, of course, to check if there were any wiretaps or recording devices in the room.
The pinhole camera was the most important part of their test.
The two of them checked the entire suite for half an hour and decided that there were no such devices in any corner before they began to pack their luggage.
Peter regained his business-like expression and said with drooping eyelids, "I'll stay downstairs, and you'll stay upstairs. Pack your things and go down for dinner. We'll start after dark. "
Lina was stunned. "We're taking action today? Aren't we going to rest for the night? "
Peter glanced at her. "Do you think we're here on vacation?"
"… Even if we're not on vacation, shouldn't we figure out the route first before taking action?" Lina was also a skilled field agent, and she had her own set of guidelines.
"Didn't you figure out the route before you came?" Peter turned around and picked up his suitcase. "I'm going to my room. I'll go down in 15 minutes to eat and then go out."
Lina puffed up her cheeks and carried her suitcase upstairs.
Fifteen minutes later, the two of them changed their clothes and went to the hotel's restaurant for lunch.
It was lunchtime, and some people in suits and leather shoes came one after another.
Most of them were men, mostly white and Asian.
Their voices were loud, but they didn't sound like they were ill-mannered. Instead, there was a sense of superiority that came from their bones.
Because they knew how outstanding they were, they didn't even bother to be polite.
"Joseph, when will your maintenance be done?"
"Soon. The system is too big, and it's a decentralized cloud database. Every backup is like death!"
"Such a big game system, with so many people online at the same time, and it never crashed. This is the programmer of your company!" A thin, bald white man at the next table turned around and gave them a thumbs up.
"Mr. Chris, you flatter me. The main thing is that this system is really awesome. We're just maintaining it, and we don't even know who wrote it!"
"What a f * cking genius!"
"Did you know? The entire system's source code is only 25 lines! It was used to develop the online game Your Life!
But it was popular all over the world and supported a billion players! "
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