The yellowed photos have been around for many years. The old man with a white beard on it is at least 80 years old... No one knows whether the old man is still alive, but Nighthawk still insists on finding the old man.

As he said himself, Jin Zhibin "passed" all the power that could be mobilized in the entire Goryeo to Nighthawk and Sergei. As long as Nighthawk was willing, he could mobilize even senior political officials in Goryeo.

If the Goryeo's agent agency operates normally, its efficiency will be quite high. Nighthawk just ordered to find the old man in the photo. After almost an hour, the agents sent back the news that the old man had been found.

Nighthawk was very happy. With the news about this old man, it is very likely that even Leng Feng knew the secret. But there was one person who was very unhappy, and this person was Sergei.

When I saw the photo of the old man, Sergei's face became quite ugly. Nighthawk knew that it was because Sergei knew this old man himself, as a boss of the eRose intelligence agency It would be nonsense to say that Sergey doesn't know the old man in the photo.

Sitting on the off-road vehicle that Agents of Goryeo urgently dispatched for them, Nighthawk looked at Sergei, who was a little absent-minded. He silently looked at the wind and snow outside the window, as if he would never come back this time, and was waiting for his opponent in front of him. It's a long dark night.

"Tell me."

Sergei was stunned and was a little confused by this sudden question. He turned to look at Nighthawk and asked in surprise: "What are you saying?"

"Tell me about the old man in the photo. I know you know him and are very familiar with everything about him. We are all agents, and your expression may be "confused" and confusing, but your eyes have long been betrayed "Nighthawk seemed very calm. He didn't want to expose everything, he just wanted to take the opportunity to learn more before meeting the old man.

Sure enough, Sergei was hit by the key points. He was a typical Siberian man. Although he was already a senior chief of the Intelligence Bureau, if he had something in his heart, he still couldn't completely let go.

He nodded and said dullly: "You are right. I know him and are very familiar with him. How could I not be familiar with him? He is a legend, a legend in the history of Agent E Rose."

"Oh? Such a loud title? Then I have to listen to it even more. This senior whom I am about to meet will definitely bring me a lot of shock, right?" Nighthawk looked at Sergey with interest. For a legendary legend, every agent will be curious.

Sergei looked at the Nighthawk and said slowly: "During World War II, in order to fight against the cruel Nazi attacks, the country trained many young spies. Most of them were Westerners with purebred German blood, but because of all kinds The reason is that they are the capital of the country again.”

"In that era of blood and fire, Moore was sent to the Nazi-occupied city as a student who had excellent grades in the spy school. He showed the light of a genius spy in the enemy-occupied area. He stolen all kinds of important information and teleported back to Moscow, and he also miraculously escaped many arrests by the Nazis."

"Almost all the agents who went out with him died, and the only one who survived was him. What's even more amazing is that he not only survived, but also became our ace spy who entered the United States. His identity is the second in the United States. You can't imagine that a spy could become an officer leading troops to fight."

Sergei was full of respect and said vividly: "He became a hero and returned to the United States. No one cared about his identity. Even the best intelligence officer in the United States only knew him. It was a European soldier who resisted the Nazi front, and it was a coincidence that he could become an American officer. But who would have thought that this hero who was struggling to death with hundreds of people on the battlefield was actually a spy of our great Red Army."

Sergei said sarcastically: "The Americans always have arrogance, believing that they are the masters of the world, and even the Europeans have to welcome their arrival. But they don't know what Moore did on the battlefield. Everything is just to cover up his identity and finally steal more information from the United States."

"The Americans lost in their arrogance, and Moore successfully entered the United States' most confidential intelligence department. In those years, no matter what major things the United States had, we would know in the first case. So we compared the The Americans built artificial satellites in advance and sent astronauts to space first. All the American actions were slower and always fell behind us."

Sergei smiled happily, as if he saw the Americans who were caught and were worried about what had done wrong and why they were always behind the Soviet Union. But the Moore, who caused all the trouble, was with these Americans. They cursed the Soviets together, but his hand had reached out to the next piece of information.

Nighthawk looked at Sergei firmly. He was already impressed by the career of the legendary agent. What a great spy he should be. He has been through two countries, but no one can find that he is a spy.

Sergei calmed down and said with a smile: "More was finally suspected. He knew that the investigation organization would come to him. So he stole the last important piece of information and then pretended that he was robbed and killed at home. , and even the house was blown up. In the end, the CIA found the murderer. The poor robber really thought he had killed someone, because he clearly remembered that he fired three shots and blood on Moore's body If you squirt wildly, you'll see a ghost if you don't die."

"But the real Moore fled the United States by posing a false "chaos" death. What he could not have imagined was that the fake body he found was also treated as a state funeral. Until now, the Americans did not know, The man they praised as heroes back then turned out to be a spy from the Soviet Union."

Sergei breathed a deep sigh and looked at Nighthawk: "You said, shouldn't such a great agent be remembered for the rest of his life? It's a pity that there are only a few people who can really remember him."

"What happened to him later? How did you arrange him? Why did he come here?" Nighthawk looked at Sergei with bright eyes. Sergei had said so much before, but Nighthawk always felt that he was escaping from the real one. question.

Sure enough, Sergei was a little embarrassed and looked at Nighthawk's eyes and shook his head, "You should know that no one will like him if he is not under control."

"So, we arranged a relatively easy job for him, but he didn't like the life of being kept in captivity, so in a dark night, he ran away and disappeared forever. He was a great agent, just want to hide himself , then I will never find him in my life." Sergey spread his hands, but still couldn't explain why Moore escaped.

"Maybe he is really old and doesn't want to run away..." Nighthawk looked at the yellowed photo in his hand. There was a hint of loneliness and loneliness in the old man's eyes. Who can truly understand the inner world of this old man?

After walking a long distance, the off-road vehicle came to a small town. The border of this small town is not very far. Just drive for a long time and you can get to e-Ross.

Winter has come, but the small town is very lively. Goryeo, which has been transformed back into a country, has developed vigorously on the basis of the original economic foundation of South Goryeo, and the entire country has restored its livelihood in just a few years.

Young people on the street wear fashionable clothes and don’t forget to show off their figure even in the cold winter. On the not-so-spacious street, they occasionally drive a few sports cars, but they don’t attract much attention. People are all kinds of luxury I have long been used to seeing cars, so the Nighthawks, a team of high-powered off-road vehicles, did not receive attention from others when they entered the small town.

The convoy parked in front of a leather shoe store, a leather shoe store that was very old. More than 20 years ago, a man covered in wind and snow bought it, and since then he has been with his tools and leather shoes day and night.

The leather shoes he made were comfortable and sturdy, with many old customers. But the times were developing too fast. People who used to like to make leather shoes were already old, while young people prefer to go to fashionable stores to buy branded leather shoes to prove that With his own identity, this shoe store has long lost its business.

But this boss who has been doing leather shoes for twenty years is still very stubborn, like a soldier who wants to defend his last position. Even if there is no customer, he is still making leather shoes year after year.

The store is deserted. Through the glass window, you can see pairs of leather shoes with simple shapes but obviously exquisite workmanship are placed in conspicuous positions. Unfortunately, people passing by are not even interested in taking a look. These leather shoes can only be under dim lights. Spend not much of the rest of your life.

"Is this here?" Nighthawk asked the Gaoli agent who brought them here in surprise. The store was too deserted. Will this be a place for ace spy to retire for a glorious life?

Agent Gaoli was also hesitant. He looked carefully at the message on the computer in his hand, and then nodded and confirmed after reading it three times.

"Let's go, the thoughts of ace spies are always different from others. The way they choose to quit their careers is something that ordinary people can never understand. Only by being a cobbler can you hide yourself better..." Sergey' Touching the window and looking at the neat leather shoes in the window, my eyes were indescribable.

Nighthawk nodded and slowly pushed open the glass door. The crisp sound of wind chimes rang out while pushing the door, and a warm and hot stream floated out of the room, with a smell of sandalwood mixed in the middle.

"Is anyone? We want to make a pair of leather shoes." Nighthawk, Sergei and several other agents walked into the leather shoes shop. Looking at the not-too-large leather shoes shop, a few tall and big people suddenly felt awkward. .

"No one has been making shoes for many years." An old man slowly raised his head from a pile of goods, his white beard hanging in front of his chest, looking really like a paradise.

"It seems that my time has arrived..." The old man smiled at Nighthawk, which made people feel a sense of palpitations...
Chapter completed!