Chapter 68 Disputes of Interest

Every day in Petrograd begins with the same scene.

When most people are still sleeping soundly in their dreams, a round of morning sun leaps out of the distant horizon, gilded the thick clouds that surround the city's warm currents from the Baltic Sea and the cold currents blowing from the Barents Sea, creating the illusion of sunny weather, and then disappearing without a trace.

Tightening the shoelaces of running shoes, Wang Qingfeng ran out of the embassy. The sun rises and sets every day. His habit is like the most accurate clock, but only those who know him best will know that his personal life is the opposite of this unchanging pattern: disorder.

To a large extent, his personal life is irregular.

He will also change into casual clothes to go to the park for a jog and fitness like now, or dress up and go out with an umbrella, or walk to the Neva River for a while, or take a tram out of the city and walk in the forest in the suburbs. It seems that for him, his life has never been received by anything because of his profession. Constraint.

But in fact, he himself knows that his way of life is brought back by his work.

He looked up at the sky.

This is a charming moment: the morning light reflected the thick clouds in the sky, and then sprinkled bright flames to the west. In an opera house opposite the park, a clear outline was suddenly revealed. At this time, the magnificent golden roof building of the opera house shone in the sun, and then all this was covered by a gray sky. Live.

When he was jogging, he suddenly stopped at the corner of Peter Street. At this time, there were few vehicles on the street, and there were no pedestrians. He looked left and right. Somehow, a sense of crisis surged up in his heart.

The intelligence officer's unique intuition made him speed up and run to the park lawn parallel to the outer ring road.

Is anyone tracking themselves?

Wang Qingfeng strode while thinking, and soon the embassy appeared in his sight. The running shoes stepped on the brisk rhythm and ran on the sidewalk. He caught a glimpse of a person behind him again. He slowed down, and the man also slowed down. He accelerated, and the other party also accelerated, and the man followed him closely.

"Followed by someone, is it a Russian spy?"

His head suddenly buzzed, and an ominous omen warned him again. He rarely had such an ominous feeling before. What does this mean? Are Russian spies keeping an eye on their activities in Russia?

Impossible!

Those movements are extremely secretive underground activities with no connection between them, and the purpose is not to collect Russian military intelligence, but... Calm, he accelerated his pace, sweating all over for a moment, and ran to the embassy. Only by entering there can he further analyze today's accident. Unexpectedly, when he approached the embassy, the person who followed him disappeared. Obviously, the stalker did not want to expose himself near the embassy.

In the public bathroom of the embassy, Wang Qingfeng hurriedly took a shower, and then hurriedly changed into clean clothes. As soon as he entered the upper hall, he was stopped by a Marine. The duty of these soldiers is to defend the embassy, but they usually run errands here as messengers and messengers.

"Sier," the soldier gasped, "the colonel asked you to go to his office immediately."

"Tell him that I'll be there as soon as I get dressed."

"Immediately, sir."

The directness of the soldiers made Wang Qingfeng feel a little unhappy in his heart. In this small embassy, the intelligence work is divided into three parts. It is very natural that the Intelligence Department of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs is regarded as home. This is their responsibility. The first-class counselor of the embassy is responsible for this intelligence work, and then the military intelligence bureau under the general counselor. The person in charge of this part is the soldier. The colonel in the army, the military commander of the Russian Empire. As for him, the director of the defense department of the embassy and the director of the intelligence station of the Imperial Intelligence Agency in Russia, he seems to be a little weak here.

While buttoning the shirt and tie, Wang Qingfeng muttered to himself, God knows what Colonel Hu is going to do again? In his opinion, the Colonel Hu did not make trouble for him. He was thankful that the competition between the Imperial Intelligence Agency and the Military Intelligence Agency was very fierce, especially the agencies stationed abroad. The two sides may cooperate, but the premise of cooperation is to get more things from the other party.

After carefully tying the bow tie, Wang Qingfeng walked out of the public bathroom and dealt with the well-dressed nobles in Russia. He had to pay attention to his appearance from time to time. Otherwise, those Russians would divide the other party into the ranks of "upstarts". As an intelligence agent, Wang Qingfeng naturally noticed this detail all the time. Section.

Up the stairs, Hu Kexun's office was far away on the fifth floor. Outside his office door, Wang Qingfeng took a deep breath and then opened the door and walked in.

" Director Wang!"

Hu Kexun, dressed in an army uniform, pointed to a cushioned armchair beside the wide coffee table. He sat down on the other chair and looked at the director of the "defense department" of the embassy under his command.

"Tell me everything you know about your activities here."

While speaking, Hu Kexun looked at the director of the defense department in front of him. In the past, he did not pay much attention to the activities of the Imperial Intelligence Agency in Russia. After all, the intelligence of the two sides will eventually be reported at the intelligence joint meeting, and even the tasks they accepted were assigned by the joint meeting according to "functions", so There is no need to pay attention to it.

But recently, he noticed that the Imperial Intelligence Agency was carrying out unplanned activities. At first, he did not notice that it was not until yesterday that he found a detail. In recent months, the activities of the Defense Department have been abnormal, and their monthly expenditure has far exceeded the total of the past few months.

"I want to..."

In the face of Hu Kexun's question, Wang Qingfeng answered directly.

"The military officer's office is not responsible for reviewing the actions of the Defense Department, and there is no direct affiliation between you and me. If you need to report, I will report to China. If necessary, the relevant activity information will appear at the joint intelligence meeting. Please forgive me..."

In the face of such a soft nail, Hu Kexun gestured impatiently.

"You must know that cooperation should be the main thing between our two families, abroad."

"Cooperation?"

Wang Qingfeng made a heavy procrastination, "We really need to cooperate, but, Colonel, it seems that we have never reached a consensus on some issues!"

At this time, Hu Kexun's hidden angry eyes were a funny signal. He didn't reveal it, but only showed a little displeasure. Wang Qingfeng sat silently and appreciated his expression for a long time. He likes to see others express his inner world in such a proper way. From him, he can appreciate the unique and exquisite expression of a professional intelligence officer.

Every intelligence officer is an excellent actor. This sentence is true. He clearly knows that Hu Kexun is testing him, and he will not insist too much. In fact, his persistence is completely meaningless. At this time, a clerk walked into the office with two cups of tea, put it on the table, and quit the office in the clerk. After the room, both of them picked up teacups at the same time. As intelligence personnel, they clearly knew how to deal with each other.

"What big action do you have here?"

Hu Kexun's casual questioning revealed an aggressive tone.

"So we need to know some information in advance. I think I can provide you with some convenience in many places. You know, we also have our own network here?"

Wang Qingfeng shook his head.

"I will inform you if necessary, but I hope you can understand!"

At this point, Hu Kexun understood that even if he asked again, he could not ask anything. Then the two were silent again. For Hu Kexun, he really wanted to figure out what Wang Qingfeng was doing. If it was a big deal, the Military Intelligence Bureau must not be excluded.

"You should know that if we can concentrate our resources, then we can achieve greater results?"

In the face of Hu Kexun's intransigence, Wang Qingfeng put on a just right expression.

"Well, maybe, but sometimes it's the best choice to stay out of the way."

"However,"

Hu Kexun, who was reluctant to give up, continued, "If it comes to military incidents, I hope that we will not be excluded. Can you guarantee this?"

Hu Kexun's words made Wang Qingfeng think about it and was silent when he sat in the chair for a long time. And Hu Kexun was as patient and didn't say anything on this occasion as he was.

"I don't know, Colonel. If there is a military incident, I think you may, um, should be informed."

Finally, Wang Qingfeng reluctantly said that the military incident, at least from now on, it seems that it has not involved any military incident, although there is a great possibility in the future... Suddenly, Wang Qingfeng thought of what happened in the morning.

"At about 7:30 this morning, I was followed. I want to..."

"That's not my person."

Hu Kexun shook his head, and then he looked at Wang Qingfeng and said.

"Well, but if you want, we can investigate."

"I'm not bothering you for help."

Wang Qingfeng's right eyelid slowly drooped down, and then looked at Hu Kexun and said.

"You are busy enough. Things in Central Asia may not be easy."

His words stunned Hu Kexun, and he immediately explained.

"Well, you should know that the army's military operations in Arabia, we are just preparing for the future railway laying, that's all!"

"Oh," Wang Qingfeng answered, just smiling but not saying anything, and then stood up and said.

"Well, Colonel, if there is nothing to do, I'm going to work. I still have some unfinished work there."

After saying that, Wang Qingfeng left the office. After he left the office, he stood in the corridor, but he smiled and then said to himself.

"Arab..."

(to be continued)