The straight military uniform reflected a cold luster under the dim light of the warehouse, and the metal accessories on the epaulettes flashed with a cold light, as if telling of an invisible majesty.
"Who... who are you?" Song Zhijun struggled to sit up, but the pain in his body forced him to give up. He could only lie on the ground, staring at the uninvited guest with a look of confusion and wariness. Countless questions surged in his mind: Why was a Russian soldier here? What was his connection to this interrogation? Was this sudden turn of events a gift from fate, or another deeper trap?
"My name is Frunze, and I'm a major in the Soviet KGB."
The air in the warehouse seemed to freeze into ice in an instant, and every breath was chilling to the bone.
Song Zhijun stared wide-eyed at the KGB major who called himself Frunze, as if he had seen a messenger from hell. "KGB Major..." These few words were like a hammer, hammering down on Song Zhijun's already fragile nerves, frightening him to death.
He was just a gangster who fought and killed people in the underworld. Although he was very brave in his daily life, he knew that he was powerless to fight against such a mysterious and powerful state agency as the KGB.
In his mind, the KGB was known for its brutality and unreasonableness. If he fell into their hands, the consequences would be disastrous. At this moment, Song Zhijun was only thinking about agreeing to all the conditions proposed by Frunze, just to leave this terrible place as soon as possible, to fly away and escape this endless nightmare.
However, Frunze looked at him with a half-smile, a smile that seemed to conceal endless profound meanings, making people's hair stand on end. Then, Frunze suddenly raised his voice and shouted, "Song Zhijun, you are very capable."
Song Zhijun's body trembled violently, as if struck by an electric current. The last shred of hope he had in his heart, having his real name revealed by this KGB agent, instantly crumbled, and he was once again plunged into extreme fear. His heart pounded as if it would burst through his chest, and cold sweat poured from his forehead, soaking his matted hair.
Fu Runzhi slowly raised a piece of paper in his hand. Song Zhijun took a closer look and saw that it was a domestic wanted poster with his photo and crimes printed on it.
At this point, Song Zhijun's last shred of hope was gone. He stared blankly at the wanted poster, feeling a gloomy vision before his eyes, as if the whole world was collapsing at this moment.
"What...what do you want?" Song Zhijun asked in a trembling voice, filled with despair and helplessness. At this moment, he was like a lamb to the slaughter, at the mercy of the other party. The warehouse was filled with a deathly silence, with only Song Zhijun's rapid, panicked breathing, which seemed particularly abrupt in the oppressive atmosphere.
Song Zhijun stared at Frunze in terror, waiting for the KGB major to pronounce his fate. A faint sneer played on Frunze's lips, his eyes icy as he stared at Song Zhijun. He spoke slowly, his voice echoing through the silent warehouse like the whisper of death: "Song Zhijun, you have two options. First, I hand you over to the Chinese public security authorities. You should know what awaits you."
Frunze paused, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes. "Second, join our KGB and become a peripheral staff member. If you perform well, you may even have the opportunity to go to the Soviet Union."
Song Zhijun felt a surge of despair in his heart. For him, these two paths were both dead ends.
The first path is a quick death, the second path is a slow death.
But compared to being handed over to domestic public security organs, joining the KGB seems to give him a glimmer of hope.
At this life-or-death moment, fear and the instinct for survival left him with no choice.
"I... I choose the second way..." Song Zhijun uttered these words with difficulty, his voice full of helplessness and bitterness.
A triumphant smile flashed across Frunze's face, as if he had anticipated Song Zhijun's decision. He pulled out a document from behind him, handed it to Song Zhijun, and said coldly, "Since you've made the decision, sign it."
Song Zhijun took the document with trembling hands and took a closer look. The words "Declaration of Treason" were written in large letters on the top of the document. His heart sank instantly, and an unprecedented sense of despair surged through him.
"This...this..." Song Zhijun stammered, raised his head, and looked at Fu Runzhi with almost pleading eyes, "Can...you change it to something else..."
Frunze's face darkened, and his eyes became more ferocious. "Stop talking nonsense! Do you think you still have room for bargaining? Either sign, or I'll hand you over now!"
Song Zhijun felt his head spin, his blood freezing. He knew that signing this statement would mean he'd be on a path of no return, betraying his country and becoming a traitor despised by everyone. Yet, on this brink of life and death, he simply didn't have the courage to face the consequences of being handed over to the public security authorities.
"I... I sign..." Song Zhijun's voice was almost inaudible, his hands trembling like leaves in the wind. He picked up the pen and crookedly signed his name on the document. Then, Frunze handed him a box of ink. Looking at the red ink, Song Zhijun seemed to see his own future, stained with blood. But there was no turning back. He gritted his teeth, dipped his finger in the ink, and pressed his fingerprint on the document.
At this point, Song Zhijun had completely embarked on this dark path and became a pawn of the KGB. The warehouse was filled with a sickening smell of decay, and Song Zhijun felt his vision blurry and tears welled up uncontrollably.
He knew that from this moment on, there was no turning back for him, a brutal bandit, and he could only continue on this road of no return until the end.
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