Chapter 40: Your Situation

  As soon as he woke up, Guo Guoyong's mind flashed back to the scene when he received the task.

  "This is an attachment, take a look at the opponent's situation." Yao Shuiming looked at Guo Guoyong who was looking at the materials in front of him and took out another document.

  Here is the translation:

  Below are attached materials about Lee-Liefer and an introduction to the Soviet counter-espionage team, which were compiled from several sources.

  Name - Lifer

  Native place - Unknown

  In June 1945, he appeared in a refugee camp in the American occupation zone of Germany as a person who had fled his place of residence due to war, apparently suffering from memory loss and vocal cord paralysis.

  His vocal cords were healed but he still claimed to have lost most of his memory, only knowing that in September 1943 he was transferred to the Lorraine region of Alsace and Strasbourg.

  He has no nationality, no passport and no given name.

  He is about forty-five years old.

  Physical characteristics are as follows

  Five feet eight inches tall and weighing one hundred eighty pounds.

  Skin very white, whiskers shaved very clean, flat top head, hair brown, eyes deep brown with a circle of white around them.

  His mouth is small like a woman's, with gold-filled teeth; his ears are small but his earlobes are large, indicating that he is of Jewish descent.

  Small hands, hairy, small feet too. In terms of race, he may be a cross between Mediterranean and Prussian or Polish blood.

  Dress more particular about, appearance neat, usually wearing black double-breasted suit.

  He had a heavy smoking habit, constantly puffing on coarse Smoke Silk brand cigarettes and using a cigarette holder to remove the nicotine.

  Speaks in a soft and steady voice, can speak French and English, also speaks Italian with a bit of a Marseille accent.

  He always has a straight face and is not talkative.

  Generally speaking, life is luxurious, but spending money is cautious and strong.

  Skilled in high-speed driving and handgun shooting, also proficient in hand-to-hand combat with small weapons and other daggers.

  Always carry three pieces of Yongfeng brand razor blades with you, hidden in the silk ribbon on the edge of the hat, inside the leather shoe on the left foot, and in a cigarette box.

  This person is familiar with accounting and computing knowledge, and has rich experience in gambling.

  When going out, he was always accompanied by two decently dressed armed bodyguards: one French and the other German.

  Conclusion: Lefever is a terrible and dangerous Soviet spy controlled by the third station of Leningrad in South America.

  Compiled from records in the Bureau's files and materials furnished by the Central Intelligence Agency, Washington, D.C. and Military Intelligence 5, London.

  The Russian original of the MGB is a combination of the words "smert shpionam" (death to spies) and "mgb", meaning "death to spies". Its organizational status was higher than that of the NKVD, previously led directly by Beria himself, with its headquarters in Leningrad and branches in Moscow.

  The organization's main task was to liquidate various forms of betrayal and treason by members of the Soviet intelligence agencies and secret police both at home and abroad.

  It was the most powerful and feared organization in the Soviet Union, known to all, it was meticulous in executing its mission, and never failed.

  It is said that the assassination of Trotsky, a Bolshevik veteran who fled to Mexico that year, was also done by the bandit gang.

  This case occurred on August 22, 1940, and the success of this assassination earned a reputation because many previous assassinations by Soviet agents and organizations had failed.

  Then, in 1941 when Hitler invaded the Soviet Union, the Zhongyuan Anti-Japanese Special Operations Unit once again demonstrated its prowess.

  Its organization grew rapidly as the Soviet Army retreated on all fronts, to deal with deserters and double agents, and it also served as an enforcement arm of the NKVD.

  After the war, the organization itself underwent a thorough purge and now consists of only several hundred highly skilled spies, divided among five departments:

  One department - responsible for Soviet counter-espionage activities at home and abroad.

  Two places - planned action plan, including assassination.

  Three places - in charge of finance.

  Everywhere - in charge of personnel matters.

  The Fifth - The prosecution department for making final judgments on all defendants.

  After World War II, there is only one recorded instance of a SMERSH agent being captured, named Ilya Gaidukov, alias "Gerald Jones".

  He shot and killed Colonel Pe?iora, the military attaché of the Yugoslav Embassy in London, on August 7, 1948, in Hyde Park.

  While awaiting trial, he swallowed a cyanide pill hidden in a shirt button and killed himself. Apart from admitting to being a member of the Trotskyist group and feeling very proud of it, he did not reveal any intelligence.

  MI5 believed the following British double agents were sacrificed by the Cambridge Five: Dusan 'Dusko' Popov, Johnny Jebsen, Elvira Chaudoir, Dickie Metcalfe and Kim Philby's friend from Spain, Tomas Harris.

  Two days ago, he arrived at the Hui Huang restaurant on time for lunch, but no one came to meet him. When he wrote down - Jamaica, Maria Port, Guo Guoyong on the registration form, he found that no one cast a curious glance.

  Director Yao Shuiguan suggested he carry out this task under his real name.

  "He said, 'Once you start attacking Liver at the table, you can no longer conceal your true identity, and a pseudonym can only deceive outsiders.'"

  Kwok Kwok-yung is very familiar with Jamaica, so he asked to use it as the background for his activities. His identity is a Jamaican businessman, whose father made a fortune in tobacco and cigars, while he himself chose the stock market and casinos as a way to get rich.

  If anyone inquires about his background, they can ask Charles D'Arcy Vale, senior vice president of Cavary Company in Kingston, whose partner Jin Qiang will confirm what he says.

  Kwok Kuk-yung spent most of the first two afternoons and nights at the casino, playing a complex progressive system with a relatively secure method next to the roulette wheel.

  On the Bakara gaming table, as long as someone is willing to play card games with him, he will sit down and bet heavily. If he loses, he will continue to play a second round. If he loses again in the second round, he will no longer play.

  He won about $200,000 using this method, giving his nerves and card sense a thorough workout.

  He had committed the geography and layout of the casino to memory, but more importantly, he had managed to watch Lefevre play many hands, and was dismayed to discover that Lefevre was a lucky gambler who never made mistakes.

  Guo Guoyong's breakfast has always been particular, after taking a cold shower, he sat at the writing desk in front of the window, looking at the sunny weather outside, eating half a cup of iced orange juice, three portions of scrambled eggs and salted meat, as well as two cups of coffee without sugar.

  Then he lit the first cigarette of the day, a blend of Balkan tobacco and Turkish flue-cured tobacco, made specifically for intelligence personnel by the Mulan Street Cigarette Factory in the Western Asia Special Administrative Region of the Huaxia Federation.

  He gazed out at the beach, where the rolling white waves gently lapped against the long sandy shore. Fishing boats from all over lined up in a row, heading towards the tropical regions of June. A flock of seagulls frolicked and chased after the boat.

  The phone rang, interrupting his thoughts. It was the hall servant calling to say that a wireless company's director was waiting for him downstairs with a radio set ordered by Guo Guyong from Britain.

  "Is it?" said Guo Guoyong. "Please ask him to come up."

  This was the contact person who came to get in touch with him. He looked at the door and hoped that the partner Jin Qiang would appear at the door.

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, Jin Qiang walked in, looking like a respected businessman, carrying a large trunk.

  Guo Guoyong happily went up to greet him, but Jin Qiang furrowed his brow, cautiously closed the door and raised his free hand to signal Guo Guoyong not to make a sound.

  "I have just arrived from London, sir. Here is the radio you ordered, with five tubes, superheterodyne type, and you can use it to listen to broadcasts from most of the capitals of South America at the Glorious Restaurant, without any high mountains blocking within forty miles around."

  "That's great," Guo Guoyong said, raising his eyebrows to look at this mysterious face. Jin Qiang pretended not to see it and continued with the handover procedures. He unzipped the radio case and placed it on the floor next to the electric stove under the fireplace.

  "It's just past eleven," said Jin Qiang, "we can use medium wave to listen to the Italian Sanzon Music Troupe's singing performance which is currently touring Argentina. Let's see how this device receives it, this should be a good test."

  After finishing, Jin Qiang winked at Guo Guoyong, who noticed that he had already turned the volume to its maximum position. The bright red light indicated that the medium wave band was working, but there was still no sound coming from the radio.

  Jin Qiang fiddled with the back of the receiver, when suddenly a very loud roar filled the entire room. Jin Qiang's gaze lingered on the radio for a few seconds before he turned it off, his voice sounding extremely disappointed.

  "My dear sir, forgive me, I didn't get it tuned in." He bent down again to fiddle with the tuning dial, and after a few more twists and turns, the radio finally emitted a beautiful Italian song.

  At this time, Jin Qiang walked up to Guo Guoyong and punched him hard on the back, while stretching out his hand to tightly grasp Guo's hand, pinching his fingers until they hurt.

  Guo Guoyong smiled back at him. "How is it?" he asked.

  "My dear friend," Jin Qiang's tone was excited, "Brother, your trump card has been exposed."

  He pointed to the ceiling, "The Mr. and Mrs. Muntz upstairs are waiting for us. I think they must have been deafened by this cacophonous din and can't hear anything else, they claim to be bedridden with influenza, I think they must be furious." He looked at Guo Guoyong with a skeptical expression, frowning, and burst out laughing.

  Kim Jong felt satisfied with the atmosphere his words had produced, and he became serious. "How it happened, I don't know. They knew you were coming a few days before you arrived here. The opponent is waiting for us spiritedly. Upstairs are the Muntzes. Mr. Muntz is German, his wife is from somewhere in Central Europe, maybe Czech. This is an old-fashioned restaurant. Behind these electric stoves are abandoned chimneys that are no longer used. There's a big deal here, right here."