50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 501 K-2 Potion
The landlord of these houses he rented was the same Mary M. Tredwell from back then; he had rented one of her apartments when he first arrived in Washington.

Several years have passed, and Mrs. Mary is still in good health. Although she no longer recognizes Sun Zhiwei after his disguise, she still greets him very politely.

Mary didn't mind knowing it was a short-term rental, since her apartment building was never fully occupied.

Mrs. Mary, this single woman, actually has some connections; her ex-husband, Marion Barry, is the current mayor of Washington, D.C.

Marion Barry is now a hero in Columbia City, and he is also the only mayor in Columbia's history to have served four terms.

Several years ago, while serving as a municipal councilor, he sided with the citizens on issues related to urban development and was shot while confronting the Hong Kong military and police.

The bullet grazed his heart and passed through his chest, narrowly escaping death. From then on, his reputation in Washington soared.

In 1979, Marion Barry ran for mayor of the District of Columbia for the first time and was successfully elected.

As Mrs. Mary was his ex-wife, she indirectly gained a lot of benefits; at least in the District of Columbia, no one dared to mess with her.

For example, Mrs. Mary's apartment building has never been harassed by the police or the FBI.

On June 2nd, a 12-person scientific team arrived in Washington, D.C., and Sun Zhiwei, on behalf of the embassy, ​​went to the airport under his real name to greet them.

They are experts involved in all aspects of the aircraft carrier project, and they all used disguised identities for this trip. In public information, they are just a group of architectural engineers.

Because the embassy didn't have enough rooms, they were arranged to stay in rented houses outside.

Although they still received safety training and emphasized the principle of traveling in pairs, their actual management was inevitably somewhat lax.

For example, going downstairs to buy a pack of cigarettes would only take a few minutes, and often they were too lazy to go together.

Sun Zhiwei lived with them in Mrs. Mary's apartment building, monitoring the movements of each of them.

If anyone here really wanted to do something underhanded, they definitely wouldn't have been able to resist in such a loosely managed environment.

Just when he thought that even if someone wanted to cause trouble, it would take several days, trouble happened that very day.

One of the engineers secretly wrote down a string of numbers, and then, while the two were shopping together, he dropped the note with the numbers into a mailbox not far from the FBI office.

This type of digital code is very simple; most of them are simply the arrangement of a book's page number, line number, and word number.

But that's precisely what makes this kind of code so terrifying; without a corresponding codebook, it's impossible to crack.

Although Sun Zhiwei saw the note with the coded message he left behind, he didn't know what it contained.

But it doesn't matter. Since he wants to contact outsiders, someone will naturally come to receive the note. He just needs to monitor the movement of the note.

That evening, a postman came to collect the mail. Upon seeing the note, he put it separately into a small bag.

An hour later, the note, after passing through several hands, entered a room in Hoover Building.

There are many people and many books in this room.

The note was placed on one of the staff members' desks, and shortly afterward, the staff member picked it up and looked at a string of numbers.

He then got up and went to the bookshelf, and based on the string of numbers he had just heard, he found the corresponding book on one of the bookshelves.

After receiving the document, he returned to his desk and began translating the information on the numbered slip of paper word by word. Sun Zhiwei understood it clearly: it read, "A group of 12 scientists have come to Washington to carry out a secret mission."

Sun Zhiwei knew that the evidence was conclusive and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

He only slightly relaxed the supervision, and some people couldn't resist. These people had all undergone layers of screening and inspection, but in the end, he still couldn't clean them up completely.

What angered him was that the FBI, CIA, KGB and other agencies used very crude methods against them, resorting to coercion and bribery.

First, seize leverage to threaten, then throw money at them—the methods are that ruthless. But the simpler the method, the more immediate and effective it is, leaving people helpless.

At this point, the coded message had been translated. The translator put the codebook back on the shelf and began translating another codebook.

He put the translated sheet into a special box, waiting for someone to come and collect it later.

Sun Zhiwei didn't delay any longer and started to take action.

He first obtained the codebook, the secret letter, and the translation. Then he forged an insignificant piece of information, translated it into corresponding numbers based on the codebook, and replaced the original, genuine secret letter.

He then stuffed a dose of 'K-2 medicine' into the translator's stomach.

A short while later, the intelligence translator clutched his chest and collapsed next to the desk, immediately causing chaos in the office.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Sun Zhiwei placed the forged secret letter on the table, pretending that he was about to start translating it.

Here we need to talk about the 'K-2 drug', whose full name is carbamoylcholine chloride.

Its inventor was Dr. Grigory Mailanowski, the head of the KGB's toxicology laboratory, known as 'Dr. Death'.

He was arrested in 51 and released in 62, but he died in his apartment less than two years later.

His cause of death was heart failure, but this was exactly the same way that hundreds of experimental subjects died in his laboratory.

Later, this 'K-2 agent' became the KGB's trump card because it was completely undetectable as a chemical toxin, and the signs of death were not those of poisoning, so its use was always top secret.

This is the drug he obtained from KGB headquarters last time. There was only one bottle at the time, and it was locked in a safe.

To avoid being discovered, he only took 1/4 of it, which was only a few tens of milliliters, and the specific synthesis method was not at KGB headquarters, so he did not obtain it.

He did not hand over this medicine, nor could he, because he could not explain why it was seized, so he simply kept it for his own use.

The dosage of 'K-2 medicine' is very small; half a drop is enough to achieve the desired effect.

Fifteen minutes later, the translator died of heart failure. His colleagues were heartbroken, and the department head decided to apply for a medal for him.

After confirming that there were no flaws at the scene and that the translator had fallen silent, Sun Zhiwei returned to his apartment with the coded message and the translated manuscript.

Upon returning, he did not immediately deal with the engineer. He wanted to wait two more days to see if there were any other people involved, so as not to alert the enemy.

To his relief, the other 11 people did not exhibit any unusual behavior, and even when they were alone, they did not show any suspicious signs.

(End of this chapter)