Chapter 2712

Facing the mirror, he pushed the gold frame glasses on the bridge of his nose, sorted his hair, adjusted his tie and pulled the sleeve of his shirt.

The instruments were impeccable. Baranikov, deputy director of the General Affairs Bureau of the Russian President's office in charge of homeland security, began his day's work.

He walked through the long corridor and stopped at the end of the corridor for a moment. He looked at his watch. When the time came to his fixed work report time, baranikov knocked on a door.

"Please come in."

Baranikov pushed the door open, and then he smiled and said, "good morning, Mr. President."

"Hello, baranikov, please wait a moment. I'll be right away."

After quickly writing his name on a document, puqin put the document on one side of his desk, looked up at his secretary and said in a deep voice, "you can start."

Baranikov opened the folder and said respectfully, "Mr. President, here is a transfer order of general Nikolay for you to sign."

Although it was the result of careful consideration and discussion, puqin took a look and signed his name on the document.

After taking the documents back and putting them in the folder, baranikov said in a deep voice: "the time for summoning general Bortnikov is arranged at 3:30 p.m., is that all right?"

Puqin thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "yes."

Balanikov put forward two more complicated but important things. After puqin gave instructions one by one, balanikov could finish his current work. Unless there was an emergency or major event, he would not see puqin today. However, at this time, balanikov suddenly took out a document and said in some confusion: "One more thing seems strange."

Puqin frowned slightly and said, "strange?"

Balanikov said with a puzzled face: "last night, the director's office of the foreign intelligence agency received a strange phone call. A man said he was a black devil and asked to talk to director shenovich."

Puqin played with a pen in his hand. After hearing baranikov's words, he suddenly put the pen on the table, and then said seriously, "go on."

Balanikov looked surprised. He paused slightly and then continued: "this morning, senovi ć reported the matter to general vasiliyevich. General vasiliyevich then called the president's office and asked you to deal with the matter yourself. General vasiliyevich didn't disclose much about the matter. I can only ask you to deal with it personally."

Puqin was silent for a moment, then he nodded and said, "what's up."

Baranikov once again showed a trace of confusion. Although he covered up well, he still took out a document. The document was a little thick, enough to have more than a dozen pieces of paper.

After putting the document before and after the puqin, baranikov began to make a brief summary of the contents of the document as usual.

"The phone said that yalebin died. The black devil hopes to bury him in the new saint's cemetery. I'm sorry, Mr. President, I don't quite understand."

Puqin looked at the phone minutes attentively, but he only looked at the first page and didn't turn down. After a moment of silence, he stood up, left his desk and began to pace back and forth in the office.

Baranikov was even more confused, and he even looked a little stunned.

Baranikov's expression was not disguised, because he was not good at disguise himself. He didn't know what the words yalebin and black devil meant, so he was really stunned by puqin's reaction.

Puqin suddenly stopped, looked at his secretary and said seriously, "jarebin, king of the black devil, he's dead."

Baranikov looked very confused, and he was really confused, because he really didn't know what the name meant, although he had just heard the name last night.

What should not be asked did not ask. After properly reflecting his confusion, baranikov did not ask any questions.

Puqin breathed and said, "it's normal that you haven't heard his name. It's top secret. Did director baskov say anything?"

Baranikov immediately said, "No."

Puqin's mouth closed tightly. He sat back at his desk and began to focus on the remaining documents. After reading all the documents, he raised his head and said in a deep voice: "Pavlovich, this man is a black devil. There is no problem, that is to say, yalebin is really dead."

Balanikov whispered: "the phone asked to bury yalebin in the new saint's cemetery, cover the Soviet flag, and be able to engrave the name on the tombstone. This requirement..."

Puqin said in a deep voice, "is it too much?"

Balanikov whispered, "no, I just feel very strange. Of course, it's too much. The whole thing is like a joke. Of course, I know it's not a joke, so I feel a little strange."

Puqin sighed and said, "yalebin, you don't know who he is, and you don't know the existence of the black devil, so you will feel that this requirement is a joke. Cover the Soviet flag and bury him in the new saint's cemetery. This requirement..."

Baranikov said nothing. He just had to send the problem to puqin. The rest had nothing to do with him. He could not intervene or get involved.

After thinking for a moment, puqin finally said, "call vasiliyevich and ask him to come right away. Also, call baskov. No."

Puqin raised her hand and said in a deep voice, "I'll call him myself."

Baranikov immediately said, "yes, I'll call general vasiliyevich right away."

Puqin put his hand on the phone and picked up the microphone, but when he pressed the button, he hesitated. After hesitating, he put down the microphone and looked at baranikov.

"Balanikov and yalebin are Soviet heroes. He is the captain of a KGB secret force code named Black Devil and the rank of lieutenant general. He has made final efforts to save the Soviet Union. He is the greatest agent of KGB, the strongest soldier and the most dangerous enemy of Russia. He has a legendary life and great achievements."

Balanikov said with a surprised look on his face, "I never knew such a person existed."

Puqin nodded, and then he said in a deep voice, "everything about him is a secret. I want to ask you, do you think such a person can be buried in the new saint's cemetery under the Soviet flag? By the way, the new saint's cemetery is the resting place for members of the black devil forces."

Balanikov whispered: "the hero of the Soviet Union is the enemy of Russia. I don't think such a person is appropriate. It may have a bad impact."

Puqin suddenly waved his hand. He said solemnly, "no, I don't think it's enough to bury him like this. We don't have to be afraid of a disappearing Soviet Union, let alone a dead old man. Moreover, the old man is still a hero, a real superhero!"

Puqin's eyes became sharp, and then he said in a deep voice: "a real hero should be treated properly. You don't understand some things, but I used to be a KGB, so I understand."