Chapter 001 Garrison Officer in Iraq
When he opened his eyes, he found something was wrong.
Outside the window was dark and gloomy, with occasional loud explosions that lit up the sky with a reddish glow. Where were the firecrackers? Or had some factory had an accident? He fumbled around trying to turn on the bedside lamp, but although the switch was clearly on the left side of the bed, he couldn't find it. He felt around randomly, and somehow managed to turn on the light, which suddenly came on, revealing that he was wearing a floral-patterned pajama, lying alone in a large Simmons bed, with everything in front of him unfamiliar.
Last night, his 56-year-old wife, still full of charm, suddenly went crazy and wrapped her arms around him like a snake. He had no choice but to sacrifice himself to accompany his wife, struggling for nearly an hour, sweating profusely and using all his strength, panting heavily. Suddenly, everything went black, and he fell headfirst onto his wife's body, losing consciousness. He remembered clearly that at the time, they were both naked, and it was still inside his wife's body... But now, how did this embroidered flower nightgown appear? Whose is it? Where did it come from? His wife was gone, and there was no one beside him! Above him was a snow-white ceiling with exquisite carvings, and to the side were rows of gray file cabinets.
This is not your own home! On the left side of the bed in your home is a wardrobe, where did the file cabinet come from?
He scrambled to his feet, and before him was an extremely spacious and luxurious bedroom, about sixty square meters in size. The floor was covered with a thick, rose-patterned Persian carpet, and on the walls hung two surrealist oil paintings. In the corner of the room stood a two-meter-high bronze sculpture, which upon closer inspection appeared to be a nude black female figure. Against the windowsill stood a large desk, piled high with stacks of books, files, and documents, as well as two LCD computers and a military-grade laptop. Next to the desk was a row of low cabinets, on top of which sat two telephones and several pieces of unknown electronic equipment with glowing instrument panels. On the wall above hung an ultra-thin television, almost as large as a movie screen. Alongside the bed stood a row of European-style tall dressers, in the middle of which was a two-meter-high, one-meter-wide dressing mirror.
He jumped out of bed and walked to the dresser. He saw a foreigner, who looked like Dashan, a Canadian guy who often appeared on CCTV telling jokes. The man had golden hair, azure eyes, a high nose, and lips with clear edges. Unlike Dashan, he had a row of neat, thick, light brown mustache between his nose and lips - a handsome young Westerner under thirty who could drive beautiful women crazy. What was strange was that the man wore the same embroidered pajamas as him. When he moved, the man also moved; when he raised his hand to smooth his hair, the man also smoothed his hair; when he touched his chin, the man also touched his chin; when he made a silly face, the man also made a silly face... He was stunned - was that man himself?!
No way, he is a genuine Chinese, his ancestors for eight generations are all pure-blooded Hunan mules from China.
His name is Zhao Changsha, 63 years old. He used to be the head of the European and American Intelligence Bureau of the National Security Department. Originally, he was supposed to retire three years ago, but due to an unfinished case on his hands, which is a top-secret case at the national level, except for himself, no one else can take over, so he had to retreat to the second line, serving as a researcher in the National Security Department, with deputy ministerial treatment, still responsible for European and American intelligence work. His family lives in Beijing, a happy family with two sons and a daughter, two grandsons. The eldest son Zhao Yueyang is the commander of the first fleet of a certain naval base; the second son Zhao Hengyang is the legal representative and general manager of the overseas branch company of China Petrochemical Group; the youngest is his daughter, named Zhao Xiangxiang, beautiful as a flower, the apple of her parents' eyes, studying at Beijing Foreign Studies University. Only he and a few leaders in the National Security Department know that she is being trained to be a high-level spy, but she herself has no idea about it. Last night, she sneaked back home from school, clamoring for her mother to make her salted water fried beans. This daughter is inexplicable, ever since eating the salted water fried beans brought by her second uncle from the countryside, she became addicted to them, forcing her mother to learn how to make salted water fried beans, and every weekend when she returns home, she has to bring a big bag of salted water beans back to school. He suspected that maybe the former deputy commander-in-chief had reincarnated into his daughter, and he had become the old father of the former deputy commander-in-chief.
He was clearly in his bed at home in Beijing, but when he opened his eyes, he found himself in someone else's house and had turned into a foreign young man. He suspected this wasn't reality, so he pinched his face hard, wincing in pain, but still didn't believe it. Seeing a fruit knife on the desk, he picked it up without hesitation and stabbed his arm with it. This time, he let out a cry of surprise and jumped up, with bright red blood flowing from his arm. He no longer dared to doubt that this foreign young man wearing a floral pajama was really himself. How could this be? A thought rushed into his mind - the time-traveling that had been popular online had actually happened to him. He had traveled from an old man on the verge of retirement to a young man. If this time-traveling were just a return to youth, it would have been a wonderful thing, but now the problem was that the person in the mirror was a foreigner, and he didn't even know what country, ethnicity, or occupation he was.
This is too melodramatic.
He felt sad, Zhao Changsha was gone. Although Zhao Changsha was an old man about to retire, he had a brilliant career: as a educated youth in the countryside for a year, serving in the army, participating in the Sino-Vietnamese War, entering the National Defense University of China, and joining the national security agency. He became the head of the European and American Intelligence Bureau not by relying on relationships or buying his way to the position, but through outstanding performance in counter-intelligence and counter-espionage work, accumulating merits and rising step by step. He had cracked more than a dozen spy organizations, personally capturing over 120 domestic and foreign suspects who had committed crimes against national security and stolen state secrets, and was awarded more than 30 times. However, fate played tricks on him. A time-traveling incident made his past glory disappear, and more importantly, he lost his wife, son, daughter, and grandson, as well as the happy family he had worked hard for all his life.
It's messed up.
Now I must quickly figure out what kind of person I am, where I am and at what time.
Time had cleared up. On his wrist, he wore a black-faced Rolex Daytona chronograph watch with a luminous dial, which he recognized at a glance as an authentic Rolex, worth no less than $30,000, or about 200,000 yuan (by the way, in his life, he had only worn a Shanghai-brand watch for 120 yuan and never any other watch). The watch showed September 23, 2003. It was over; yesterday he was still on October 31, 2010, watching the closing ceremony of the Shanghai World Expo with his wife, and when he opened his eyes, seven years had been erased, and he had returned to the past. Fortunately, there was still some time to figure out the current situation. The hands pointed to 4:26:11, which was the normal time he woke up every day; at over 60 years old, he couldn't sleep soundly, and every day he would wake up at 3 or 4 o'clock and get up to exercise his body... There was no time for nostalgia now. Outside the window, there were still intermittent explosions and occasional "bang" sounds of cold guns.
What's going on, is this a war zone? He rushed to the desk, opened the drawer, flipped through the files, and searched for documents. He found a deep blue notebook with the American eagle national emblem printed on the cover, above which was "PASSPORT" and below which was "Uadesof
"America", was a genuine American passport! He opened the passport, and the photo on it was this foreign young man, who was his current self, but when he saw the name of the holder, he collapsed. This foreign young man was 29 years old and named Laim Jefuka.
He was deeply impressed by this name. Rhyme was a military attaché at the US Embassy in Iraq, whose true identity was an American CIA spy, an excellent professional spy, a graduate of West Point Military Academy, who spoke multiple languages, served in the US Air Force and Marine Corps, from lieutenant to major general, promoted from second lieutenant to major in just one year, his promotion speed is rare in the US military. After a brief training, he was absorbed by the Central Investigation Bureau as a CIA member. After Little Bush took office, Rhyme was stationed in Iraq, using his diplomatic identity to collect intelligence on terrorist activities in the Middle East. However, several months after the US invasion of Iraq, Rhyme died in an al-Qaeda attack, and the date of death was September 23, 2003 at 11:12 am.
He remembered it so clearly because he was in charge of gathering intelligence on Europe and America at the time, and due to the outbreak of the Iraq War, American intelligence became his top priority. Thinking about this, his brain suddenly felt like it was going to explode, exactly today, in just seven hours, Laim would enter the ambush circle of terrorists and then with a loud explosion meet God.
It's hilarious, the head of China's National Security Bureau's Intelligence Department crossed over to become a spy sent by the US to Iraq. An old man crossed over to become a young man, Zhao Changsha crossed over to become Lem. Now that he is Lem, he can't let Lem die in an explosion, otherwise, once dead, another crossover would occur, and it would be terrible if he crossed over to Africa to become a tribal chief and had 'intercourse' with a group of AIDS patients. Although this crossover has its undesirable aspects, at least this Lem has looks and talent, the important thing is that his body is exceptionally good, he feels his physical strength and energy are unparalleled, and he believes this body still has many hidden abilities waiting to be discovered. The crossover allowed him to know what would happen in the future, so he must make some changes to avoid the tragic death of Lem. Because this is to avoid his own death.
He wants to save himself and snatch Lem from God's hands.
He carefully recalled the circumstances of Laim's death:
The matter was triggered by an Iraqi named Abu Zaid. Abu Zaid had fled to France due to his involvement in the anti-Saddam movement, but returned to Iraq after the US invasion and immediately entered the core circle of the US-led Iraqi Interim Management Committee, working in the 'Foreign Ministry'. He was a major candidate for the position of Foreign Minister in the temporary government that was about to be established. Abu Zaid had frequent contact with Lem, belonged to Lem's peripheral intelligence personnel, and had provided a lot of intelligence. On September 23, 2003, while having breakfast, Abu Zaid sent a messenger to deliver an important piece of intelligence to Lem. The content of the intelligence was: Abu Zaid knew two members of the original Iraqi Republican Guard who had participated in a branch of Al-Qaeda in Iraq and were willing to surrender to the US military under Abu Zaid's persuasion, providing intelligence on Al-Qaeda's Iraqi branch. However, due to Al-Qaeda's rampant activities, they did not dare to show their faces and hoped that the US military would absolutely protect their safety.
Under Abu Zayd's arrangements, at 10:40, Raym would lead a US military unit to meet with Abu Zayd and escort two former Republican Guard defectors to the US military base.
Zhao Changsha gathered complete intelligence about the outcome of this action before crossing over. When he saw this intelligence at that time, he laughed so hard that he almost choked: because it was a trap carefully set by Al-Qaeda. Abu Zha entered the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and soon became a traitor in the Iraqi government after being kidnapped by a group of terrorists and defecting to Al-Qaeda. After Al-Qaeda's conspiracy, they decided to carry out an operation codenamed "Desert Mouse".
This operation took place in a village called "Bayaji" in the southern suburbs of Baghdad, with Abu Zaid providing intelligence as bait. Al-Qaeda set up an ambush circle here. When Laim's US military arrived at Bayaji Village, it was surrounded by a sudden volcanic eruption around the US military, and various bombs such as roadside bombs, homemade cannons, rockets, and grenade launchers suddenly sounded. The intense firepower combined with the tight action, although Laim urgently called for help through the phone, and the US military reinforcements came quickly, but still missed one step. In just over ten minutes, Laim's US military was completely annihilated, with 139 deaths, and Laim was blown to pieces. Al-Qaeda left behind only two corpses and escaped.
