January, the coldest season in the northern hemisphere, is still sunny for Rio de Janeiro, the capital of Brazil in the low latitude of the southern hemisphere. The maximum temperature during the day can even reach about 30 degrees Celsius. Latin American women in cool clothes can be seen everywhere in the streets.

However, this South American pearl, known as the city of God, is far from as beautiful as outsiders think.

In particular, there are many criminal organizations entrenched in slums.

In less than ten months, Rio de Janeiro, with a population of 6.5 million, has more than 5000 murders. This is only where the bodies can be found, and only more of those who have been destroyed.

What\'s more terrible is that even the police who maintain law and order can\'t guarantee their own safety. More than hundreds of police die on duty every year.

But it is this city full of chaos, drugs, exposure and death that has become an ideal refuge in the eyes of many people.

The reason is very simple. Because gangs, large and small, fight with each other day and night, they directly drive the government forces out of many blocks, thus forming a large area of no land.

In these neighborhoods, no one cares where you come from or whether you enter Brazil through legal means. The gang cares whether you have money or can be used.

Obviously, a group of professional spies from the former Soviet Union who fled from the KGB is undoubtedly such a group of special talents favored by gang leaders, because they can always get the trends of the government and police at the first time, and occasionally sell some high-priced intelligence to rival gangs in private, so as to ensure that regional forces remain in balance, rather than being dominated by one.

Of course, this is not to say how powerful they are, but that the South American region, whether the government or the gangs, all belong to the scum with less than five combat effectiveness.

Detest the world and its ways of corruption, and even the cynical locals will say that if the entire Brazil government bureaucrats shot from top to bottom and then investigate their economic situation, they will find that no one is clean.

In such an environment, not to mention fighting corruption and improving the administrative ability of the government, just shouting slogans is in danger of being killed.

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In a villa near the beach in the Southern District of Rio de Janeiro, nine men and women in different costumes are staying in the living room without saying a word.

One of them, a strong man with a height of about 1.85 meters, kept looking out and asked without looking back: "how long has the head lost contact?"

"Twenty three hours, fifteen minutes." another petite woman glanced at her watch and gave the answer quickly.

It can be seen that they are very nervous at the moment. All kinds of guns of different lengths are placed on the table, as if they are ready to deal with the worst emergency.

"Damn! I hate this feeling!" the middle-aged man close to the door beat the wall with his fist. "Are you sure this safe house is not exposed?"

"Don\'t worry, I borrowed a businessman\'s shell company to buy it. He died in South Africa five years ago, so it\'s absolutely..."

Before the beauty in sexy swimsuit finished speaking, an old car suddenly stopped at the door of the villa and came down a 50-year-old man with sunglasses.

"Someone is coming!" the spectacular standing by the window immediately sounded the alarm.

Hearing the news, others in the living room took up arms and dispersed, hiding themselves behind the bunker.

Just as the atmosphere became more and more tense, there was a click on the door. About a few seconds later, the old man walked in from the outside, took off his sunglasses and said with a smile, "don\'t be nervous, it\'s me."

"Head?! no! No! You\'re not him! You\'re much younger than him!" the strong man standing by the window didn\'t relax his vigilance and still pointed his gun at each other\'s head.

"Five, seven, eighteen, twenty-two, six, forty-five, eleven..."

Without trying to explain anything, the old man read out a series of figures of unknown significance in front of everyone.

Interestingly, when the other nine people in the villa heard this series of numbers, they put down their weapons and quickly showed incredible expressions.

The nearest strong man took a deep breath and asked in an uncertain tone, "head, did you have cosmetic surgery?"

"Cosmetic surgery? Hahaha! No, Griff, it\'s much better than that. Come on, come on, I have an important announcement." the old man waved with open arms.

Although everyone has a lot of questions in their hearts, they still subconsciously choose to obey orders after reconfirming their identity.

In just a few seconds, these former Soviet spies who fled from the KGB returned to the sofa in the middle of the living room, their eyes full of doubt and confusion.

But the old man obviously had no intention to explain, and directly touched the magic ring on his finger.

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A dazzling white light enveloped everyone!

Before they knew what had happened, they found that they were no longer in the beach villa in the Southern District of Rio de Janeiro, but came to an underground base full of science fiction.

There is no doubt that the old man in his fifties is no one else. It is Leonid who separated from Zhang Cheng not long ago.

"Good afternoon, sir, what can I do for you?" I noticed that a stranger appeared in the base, X quickly entered the alert state, several automatic shooting turrets adjusted their direction and surrounded nine people in place.

Once they make any threatening move, the terrible metal storm will tear it to pieces every minute.

"Head! What\'s going on? You owe us an explanation!" the strong man quickly threw away his weapons and shouted with both hands high.

The rest of the people also reacted quickly and learned very well.

Leonid smiled and comforted, "relax, you don\'t have to be so nervous unless one of you betrayed me. X, start the lie detection program, and I need to ask each of them."

"As you wish, sir."

In less than ten seconds, a place like an elevator platform rose from the ground.

"Who will come first?" Leonid narrowed his eyes and looked at his men, trying to find fear and panic in their facial expressions and eyes.

As a KGB born commander, he has long learned how to abandon personal feelings at work. No matter how loyal these nine people were, they need to be tested again.

After all, he has to rely on these people to build the team of the whole intelligence agency, so he is absolutely not allowed to have even one betrayer, otherwise, with the expansion of the organization, he will be infiltrated into a sieve by his opponent sooner or later.

"I\'ll come first!" the petite woman seemed to be aware of what was going to happen next and took the initiative to take a step forward.

"Very good! Tatyana, tell me, have you ever sold intelligence to other spy organizations?" Leonid asked the first extremely sharp question without changing his mind