50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 430 Mistake
Sun Zhiwei staggered to an old ZIL-130 truck that was already full of construction waste, got into the cab, started the engine, and drove off.

Many people around saw him, but no one paid any attention. As for driving the wrong car, that happens frequently; most Russian drivers aren't that careful.

If they find that their car has been stolen, most of the time they will just go along with it and take someone else's car of the same model, since they are both government vehicles anyway.

The old ZIL-130 truck, fully loaded with construction waste, huffed and puffed as it drove out of the construction site.

Once on the main road, Sun Zhiwei floored the accelerator, and the ZIL 130 roared as it sped recklessly across the empty road, heading north.

Although it was already late at night, there were still many police cars patrolling the streets.

If Sun Zhiwei sees a patrol car in the distance, he will start belting out "La Marseillaise" while taking a swig of vodka from his flask.

The police and KGB officers in the patrol car didn't bother to check him when they saw his appearance.

They've seen plenty of these dump trucks late at night. Most of the drivers who drive at night are drunk, and it wouldn't be worth it if they got run over by a drunk driver while trying to flag one down.

Every year, a significant number of Moscow police officers die under the wheels of drunk drivers, but most of these drivers are exempt from liability because they are driving government vehicles.

If you ask them why they drink and drive, the answer is to improve work efficiency and stay alert.

No wonder the Kremlin later launched a special "Anti-Alcohol Campaign"—there were just too many alcoholics in the Russian country.

As Sun Zhiwei continued to move forward, the truck passed the Kremlin and Red Square one after another, gradually approaching Lubyanka Square.

Upon arriving at this location, the patrol cars gradually became more numerous, and the patrol officers changed from police to KGB officers, but still no one stopped Sun Zhiwei's truck.

It wasn't until he drove the truck onto the street to the right of 11 Lubyanka Square that a patrol car finally overtook him from behind, attempting to intercept him.

Sun Zhiwei glanced at the location and resisted the urge to step on the gas. He pretended to be forced to stop by the car not far from the KGB headquarters building.

Then, two KGB officers got out of the patrol car, one a young man and the other a middle-aged man.

Sun Zhiwei was certain that the young man who had forced him to stop was the one who was energetic, responsible, and eager to make a name for himself.

Middle-aged people can't be that stubborn. They only earn a few hundred rubles a month, so there's no need to risk their lives like that.

Although the Russian bear was at its peak during this period, it was already riddled with internal problems.

This middle-aged KGB officer, at his age, still has to patrol at night. He's basically lost all motivation; just getting by day by day is his norm.

The young man got off the bus and walked towards Sun Zhiwei, but the middle-aged man tried to stop him but failed.

Once the young man reached the driver's seat, he saluted Sun Zhiwei and said, "Driver, please show your identification."

Sun Zhiwei is now playing the role of an alcoholic driver, so he completely ignores the young KGB's questions.

Instead, he stuck his head out of the window, blew a mouthful of alcohol at the young man, and cursed, "Are you blind? Can't you see such a big pass?"

The young man suppressed his anger and spoke to Sun Zhiwei, but Sun Zhiwei kept swearing and occasionally took a sip of vodka from the bottle.

The middle-aged man watched helplessly as the two men argued back and forth, while Sun Zhiwei unfolded his spatial abilities and began rapidly searching the nearby KGB building.

It was already past midnight, but the building was still brightly lit, with thousands of employees working tirelessly. Sun Zhiwei, with experience searching FBI and CIA headquarters, quickly located the data storage area and found the China category without much effort.

He soon discovered a cabinet full of personal data among a pile of classified files, which was exactly what he wanted: a list of undercover agents.

That's great, but it's a pity we can't take pictures now.

Outside, a young KGB officer was yelling at him, and he retorted back defiantly.

At this point, he didn't have time to think too much. These materials were so important that he had to get his hands on them no matter what.

So he simply put all the information about this group of people into his space.

Outside the car window, just as the young man was about to draw his gun, unable to contain his anger any longer, the middle-aged man who had been holding back for a while finally came over and stopped him.

"Why are you arguing with a drunkard? Let him go. Do you want to alert the inspection team? We'll all get scolded then."

"You're still young, you still have a chance. I'm already too old, I can't afford to take any more risks."

The middle-aged man's words seemed to have an effect, and the young man's anger was greatly suppressed.

He was still furious and wanted to say something more. But the middle-aged man wouldn't tolerate him anymore and dragged him back to the car.

Then the middle-aged man turned around and waved to Sun Zhiwei, signaling him to leave quickly.

Sun Zhiwei, disguised as a drunkard, stood there, seemingly wondering where the person who had spoken to him earlier had gone.

After a while, the ZIL 130 restarted, then suddenly accelerated and wobbled away, quickly disappearing into the night.

Once the truck was far from the city center and there were no people around, Sun Zhiwei used his spatial ability to collect the construction waste from the back of the truck.

He then used his spatial ability to dig up a truckload of soil in the field, loaded it onto the truck, turned the truck around, and drove onto the ring road, taking a detour towards the stadium.

At 3 a.m., Sun Zhiwei drove his ZIL 130 truck, fully loaded with soil, to the unloading area of ​​the Luzhniki Sports Center. The workers at the unloading area naturally came up and unloaded the soil.

Nobody asked him why a truckload of soil had been brought over; the workers unloading the goods were not from the same system as the construction workers.

It's so late, and the only person in charge who knows the situation has long since gone to sleep. That's just how strange things are.

While the workers were unloading the goods, Sun Zhiwei left the storage area and returned to the secret room in the embassy's basement through a secret passage.

Since it was still some time before dawn, he simply took out his camera and photographed all the files he had obtained in the underground secret room.

Just as dawn was breaking, he finished photographing hundreds of personnel files before leaving the secret passage and returning to his room.

People outside had already started getting up to go to the cafeteria for breakfast, so he quickly removed his makeup, washed up with hot water from his water bottle, and then went out to eat.

He's going out again tonight to return all the paper documents. Hopefully, no one will go through the KGB archives to look at the files of the undercover agents today.

Only then did he begin to regret his actions last night. He shouldn't have brought the personnel information out directly, and even if he was going to bring it, he shouldn't have only brought his own family's information.

(End of this chapter)