Siheyuan: I, Shazhu, started out as an army and became a general.

Moscow winters are so cold they feel like they're freezing your very soul.

Heavy snow covered the paving stones of Red Square, and the onion domes of St. Basil's Cathedral looked somber under the dim streetlights.

A man in a black woolen overcoat and a wide-brimmed hat was staggering down Arbat Street like a drunkard, carrying a bottle of vodka.

Several passersby hurried by, their eyes filled with wariness.

This is the world right under the KGB's nose; an ear might be hiding in any crack between the bricks.

The man walked to the foot of an old-fashioned apartment building, let out a loud burp, and leaned against the wall, dry heaving.

In reality, though his eyes were blurry with drunkenness, his gaze swept around like a knife.

On the third floor, the second window from the left had its curtains drawn tightly.

That was Lu Guangda's "cage".

A black Volga was parked downstairs, with two cigarette butts glowing intermittently inside. At the entrance to the building, a shoemaker was polishing the same shoe late at night, making it shinier than his face.

[Ding! Host detected to have arrived in the core area!]

[Check-in successful! Location: KGB Surveillance Point 4, Moscow!]

[Rewards: Grandmaster-level combat skills (Sambo/Sistma), Master-level stealth, Thermal vision (activated)!]

He Yuzhu—that "drunkard"—sneered.

In the thermal imaging view, the entire building's defenses instantly became a clear 3D perspective view.

There were two visible sentries, three hidden sentries, and two guards inside the house who were playing cards.

In the past, it would have taken some effort. But now...

He Yuzhu swayed, his entire body like a wisp of black smoke, directly merging into the shadows in the corner.

"Ivan, did you hear that?" The agent in the car stubbed out his cigarette and asked with a frown.

"Maybe it's some frozen stray cat calling for its soul," his companion scoffed nonchalantly.

No sooner had he finished speaking than there was a knock on the car window.

"Who?"

The agent rolled down the car window and was met with a smiling, honest-looking Eastern face.

"Comrade, can I borrow a light?"

"Get out! Not here..."

"Bang!"

Not a single word wasted.

He Yuzhu's hand darted in like lightning, grabbed the agent by the back of the head, and slammed it against the steering wheel!

With a muffled thud, the agent went limp without even uttering a sound.

The moment the agent in the passenger seat touched his gun, He Yuzhu shoved half a bottle of vodka into his mouth with his other hand, followed by a punch to his Adam's apple.

"Click."

Two seconds, two problems solved.

He Yuzhu dusted off his sleeves and strolled into the stairwell as if nothing had happened.

The shoemaker had barely looked up when a cold military dagger was already pressed against his carotid artery.

"Sleep, or die."

He Yuzhu spoke with a thick Moscow accent, his voice colder than the Siberian wind.

The shoemaker's eyes widened in terror, and he wisely closed them. He Yuzhu gently pressed down on the back of his neck, helping him fall into a deeper sleep.

Third floor.

The door lock was silently pried open with a wire.

Lu Guangda was hunched over his desk, frantically calculating on a crumpled cigarette pack paper by the dim light of the desk lamp. His face was deathly pale, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.

The two guards were drinking in silence, completely unaware of the doorway.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Two agate stones brought from the Gobi Desert flew out with pinpoint accuracy, striking the two men squarely on the back of the head at the Fengfu acupoint.

Without uttering a sound, the two collapsed onto the table, sleeping like the dead.

Startled, Lu Guangda whirled around, gripping the pencil stub in his hand like a dagger, his voice trembling: "Don't come any closer! I'd rather destroy it than give it to you!"

He Yuzhu closed the door behind him, took off his hat, revealing a distinctly Chinese face.

"Professor Lu, is this your way of treating guests?"

He glanced at the cigarette pack on the table and smiled.

"My name is He Yuzhu. Marshal Nie sent me to take you home."

"Also... your formula derivation is wrong, isn't it? The doping concentration of silicon crystal needs to be reduced by another 0.03%."

Lu Guangda was completely dumbfounded.

He stared intently at the man in front of him, who exuded a menacing aura yet spoke only of semiconductors, and tears streamed down his face.

"Going home...I...can I ever go back?"

"If you want to, even the King of Heaven himself couldn't stop you."

He Yuzhu walked over, picked up the thin Lu Guangda and carried him on his back, then grabbed all the manuscripts on the table and stuffed them into his arms.

"Hold on tight, Professor. Let's ride in a convertible."

A few minutes later, piercing sirens wailed from all directions; the KGB's response was surprisingly swift.

He Yuzhu stood on the rooftop, looking down at the densely packed police cars and heavily armed soldiers.

Lu Guangda's face was ashen: "It's over... This is an inescapable trap..."

"net?"

He Yuzhu looked up at the unmarked transport plane that was flying low over the night sky and arriving on time to pick him up, and smiled.

He directly activated the extreme mode of the [King of Soldiers Engine].

"In the face of absolute power, the net is a joke."

He Yuzhu took a few steps back, then suddenly took a running start and jumped!

In that instant, carrying a person on his back, he soared like a roc spreading its wings, flying more than ten meters across the street and landing heavily on the unfinished construction site across the street!

Behind him, in the apartment building, the fully armed KGB agents only realized with horror ten minutes later that their target had long since become a black dot in the night sky.

This is a pure example of a dimensional reduction attack.

It's like a dragon crushing an ant; there's no need to explain why.