Rise of an Empire

"Life"

Leaning decadently on the recliner, enjoying the massage from Yamamura Sadako, the Duke looked at the sky with a vicissitudes of life, and faintly uttered three words.

"Boss, what are you sighing about again?"

Natasha walked in with a radiant face holding the materials. She heard his thoughts and joked with a smile.

This girl's whole spirit has changed since she went to Joseph's place for a uterus transplant last month.

Not only did he smile more, his complexion improved, but his personality even seemed to be different.

But this is understandable. A woman's uterus is just like a man's. There are some differences between eunuchs and normal people, both mentally and physically.

Although Natasha used to joke occasionally when she was with Conrad, the false perfunctoryness and the heartfelt teasing now were completely different.

"Nothing, let's get some insights." Conrad glanced sideways at Natasha. This girl was wearing a tight black hip-hugging short skirt. Although it was not as sexy and alluring as a tight-fitting black leather jacket, this style of clothes was more attractive. Unique flavor.

"I've got the Soviet internal list you asked for." Natasha walked up to him calmly and handed him the document in her hand.

Since the last time the two met frankly, Natasha had directly switched sides and became a spy for Conrad.

Of course, it is absolutely impossible to break the connection with the Red House. Anyway, the widowed sister is used to being a double agent.

In order to prevent this little girl from lying to him, the Duke also held a meeting with the three Frosts, and everyone carefully discussed the details.

Black Widow doesn't have deep feelings for the Soviet Union. After all, all her previous crushes have died, and she is an orphan without a father or mother, so she has nothing to worry about.

The Red House specifically sought out these orphans for training, and wanted them to be free from worries. But similarly, when these trained spies wanted to rebel, they didn't need to worry too much.

In Conrad's opinion, the training method like the Red Room is okay if it is used to train dead soldiers, but it is not used to train spies.

It's simply funny. The Soviet furry bear doesn't understand what women's sensitive nature is, so it can only be counterproductive.

This is also the reason why the top agents in the Red House continue to defect. From the first-generation ace Dottie Underwood to the last Yelena Belova, they all defected directly whenever they found an opportunity, and never acted sloppily.

Thinking of this, Conrad couldn't help but smile. Although it was said that the spies trained by the Red House basically changed jobs and ran away, he had to admit that they were still very discerning when selecting their spies.

The previous aces were all the best in body and appearance. In other words, the Red House should have switched to some strange profession instead of training spies.

With random thoughts in his mind, Conrad began to read through the information Natasha handed over.

As the saying goes, only by knowing oneself and the enemy can one win every battle. He already knows almost all the high-level officials in the United States, and basically has a familiar face with them, so he can completely promote the development of events without others realizing it.

But over in the Soviet Union, he was somewhat beyond his reach.

Let alone controlling the situation, he didn't even know who had the final say in the Soviet Union.

The CIA might have the latest intelligence from high-level officials within the Soviet Union, but after all, Conrad was outside the system, and even Lyndon would not be able to hand over top-secret intelligence related to national security to him. no

General Secretary Shebo, Prime Minister Anatoly, General Kukov

Looking through the information sent by Natasha page by page, looking at the small-print annotations she annotated at the back, the more Conrad looked at it, the more strange he felt.

Why do these names look familiar?

But when I think about it in my mind, it seems that these people have never been in my memory.

It's really weird

Yuri Unoyanov

Conrad turned to the end aimlessly, and suddenly