Chapter 1702

It was near the end of the afternoon when baskov returned to his office.

Working in the Russian Federal Security Agency, affairs are always very busy. Recently, Russia has faced too many problems. Internal worries and external difficulties make baskov, an executive of the Federal Security Agency, even more busy.

Just after a very important meeting, baskov only felt physically and mentally tired, but he was still early to rest. He still had a lot of things to deal with.

The assistant brought a cup of coffee, put it on baskov's table and whispered, "your coffee."

Baskov nodded and said in a deep voice, "bring today's report."

The assistant took a pile of documents, and then he put a newspaper on the thick pile of documents. After all this, he quietly left the office of the Minister of border security.

When baskov is very tired, he will drink a cup of coffee before starting work, and when he drinks coffee, he usually reads the newspaper.

Although it was morning to read the newspaper, baskov postponed the process to the afternoon after being called to a very important meeting in the early morning.

After opening the newspaper, baskov took a sip of coffee, and then began to carefully browse the advertisement. After a while, just when he took another cup of coffee, his eyes solidified, and then the coffee cup fell out of his hand and spilled on his desk.

Without taking care of the coffee flowing all over the table, baskov stood up. He looked frightened. After carefully reading the newspaper again, he lost his voice and said, "Oh no, it's impossible!"

The assistant heard the voice and ran in. Looking at baskov's shocked and panic expression, he didn't dare to speak, but quickly walked to baskov.

"Get out!"

Like a sentence squeezed out of his teeth, baskov said, and his assistant immediately left the office.

Ignoring the coffee on the table and the wet documents, baskov just looked at the advertisement.

Although he is regarded as a traitor of the black devil and one of the few black devils who choose to continue to work for Russia, baskov himself knows that he has never been a traitor. He just doesn't want to retire and live an ordinary life at the age of youth like other teammates, that's all.

Baskov didn't think he was a traitor, but he knew what the advertisement meant.

When this advertisement appears, it means that the black devil will be reborn.

That terrible, frightening, omnipotent black devil.

Most importantly, baskov knew that when the black devils gathered again, they wanted to reproduce the Soviet Union. When the black devils were forced to dissolve, this was the only goal for them to set this assembly order.

Although he firmly believes that the Soviet Union has completely become a noun, baskov knows how powerful his teammates and former teammates are. They can't bring them back to the Soviet Union, but they can mess up Russia.

Baskov stayed in the KGB and is still in a high position. He doesn't want to betray his former teammates, but he doesn't want these former teammates to destroy Russia.

Baskov is really contradictory, very contradictory.

"Something big is going to happen, something big is going to happen!"

Baskov is a little alarmed. When Russia is facing difficulties at present, he is very worried that some people in the black devil will be bewitched by Russian hostile forces. Therefore, when the black devil wants to be reborn, his first reaction is to strangle the reborn black devil in the bud.

Baskov put down the newspaper, picked up the telephone microphone on his desk with one hand and put the other on the button, but he hesitated when he wanted to press it.

If he calls out, he will really become a traitor of the black devil. He will never turn over, a real traitor.

In terms of his position, baskov must not allow the black devil to be reborn.

But think of the black devil, baskov is a rare hesitation. He just doesn't want to be swept into the dust of history with the black devil, but he really doesn't want to be a traitor.

Baskov looked at the newspaper again. He read the newspaper every day because he had fantasies and hoped to see the summoning order for the rebirth of the black devil in the newspaper, but now he has become a habit to read the newspaper, but he doesn't want to join the black devil anymore, because time can change a person.

Baskov bit his teeth and pressed a number, but he immediately hung up the microphone. Then he held his head in his hands and stared at the newspaper with pain on his face.

After a long struggle, baskov finally picked up the newspaper again. Then he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed it according to the phone in the newspaper.

The phone was soon connected. After a sound of feeding came from the opposite side, baskov heard that it was Pavlovic's voice, a teammate who didn't have a good relationship with him.

Finally, baskov spoke. He whispered, "are you Pavlovic? I'm baskov."

"Baskov? You're still reading that newspaper? I thought you had only time to read the work report. Well, you found it. It's expected. Now I want to ask you, are you going to arrest or kill us all, or do you want to join us? Let me guess, it's not the latter? You're a big man in a high position now."

Listening to the slightly hostile and ironic words, baskov's mood didn't even fluctuate. He was used to being misunderstood by his former teammates. Most importantly, his heart was like a rock.

"What are you going to do?"

Baskov finally asked the question he was most concerned about. If Pavlovich said he wanted to overthrow Russia, he would not hesitate to take all his former teammates with all his power.

Pavlovic sighed and then whispered, "it's not the original goal. I issued the assembly order of the black devil. I want to find some help to do a big thing. I don't want Russia. The Soviet Union can't come back. I know this very well, so you don't need to worry too much."

Baskov whispered, "how can you prove it?"

Pavlovic said with a smile, "I can't prove anything. I just want to seize the opportunity to do a big thing together before the old one can't move completely. It's not our goal to reproduce the Soviet Union. We just want to die on the battlefield. In addition, I want to tell you that Jacob came back, he called me and he will continue to lead us."

Baskov stood up again and whispered, "the captain is back?"

Pavlovic said in a deep voice: "yes, our captain is back, still on the road, just started, but he will come in the end!"

Baskov took a long breath, and then he whispered: "I won't join you, but I won't set any obstacles. Let the black devil be reborn. In addition, help me tell the captain that I miss him very much. Pavlovic, no matter what you want, don't tarnish the name of the black devil. If anything happens, call me this number, I won't join you, but I'm always a member of the black devil, ula! The black devil!"

After hanging up the phone, baskov sat down again in tears.

Baskov always knew where Jacobin was. He always knew, but he never wanted to go and see Jacobin, the captain he respected.

Jacobin in the nursing home is just an old man, an ordinary old man. Baskov doesn't want to see an old man waiting to die in the nursing home, and then connect him with the omnipotent captain in his mind.

Besides, baskov knew that the captain he had always respected would not want to see him.

But now it's different. Jacobin, the captain of the black devil, the real black devil came out of the nursing home.

Jacobin out of the nursing home is the real Jacobin, and the black devil out of the nursing home is the real black devil.

Leaving the nursing home, Jacobin is the black devil captain who once made his peers all over the world tremble, whether he is 84 or 48.

Baskov always thought that the captain he admired most in his life was going to die in the nursing home. Now, knowing that his former captain walked out of the nursing home, baskov suddenly wanted to laugh.

Although it was a pity that he could not join the black devil, baskov was really happy to see the rebirth of the black devil, especially after the return of the black devil's soul, so he suddenly shouted: "give me a cigar! A glass of wine! No wine, give me vodka! And then wipe my table!"