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Chapter 182 181. Death of Black Swan (1)

The Soviet Union in 1991 has lost its former glory. People doubt whether they can reach communism along the current road. There are voices for independence in every republic. The floating hearts are like invisible sharp blades hanging high in this hanging world. The head of the old country.

Crowds of people gathered in the streets and alleys of Moscow. In the pubs, the men discussed the future of the country in low voices beside the vodka. They had no work to do. The only thing they could do was to express their anger and sorrow over the wine glass. The women were helpless to accompany them. smiling face, carefully calculating the few deposit bills, no one knows what the future will bring.

But in the vast territory of the Soviet Union, not every place was filled with this pessimistic atmosphere.

For example, Black Swan Harbor.

Black Swan Port is just a casual name for it, because it is located in the Arctic Circle, facing the vast Arctic Ocean, surrounded by gray-white permafrost, and the blue-gray fortress made of reinforced concrete is like a mottled patch on the snowfield. So someone gave it the elegant name Black Swan Harbor, which means black swan in the white snow.

You can't find Black Swan Port on the map. The climate here is too cold. Twenty or thirty degrees below zero is commonplace. The nearest city is Verkhoyansk, which once won the title of the coldest town on earth, breaking below zero. Seventy degrees. But if people knew that there is Black Swan Harbor more than 300 kilometers north of this city, then the honorary title of the coldest town on earth would change hands.

This is a land forgotten by God. It is truly isolated from the world. It does not have any external communication equipment. Even if it is just a little missing, you will definitely die in the cold and icy cold after leaving Black Swan Port. Looking around, there is nothing but white. Still white, the only vegetation is lichen and moss. Anyone who visits here will understand what true loneliness and despair is. The occasional exception is the polar bears, who will rarely visit here and dig out some leftover garbage outside Black Swan Harbor.

The wind picked up, and black rain clouds rolled up from the end of the ice sea. The snow and dust on the sea were swept up, like a white sandstorm, which was a precursor to the coming blizzard. The sentry rushed to the iron frame and rang the bell. The sound of the bell spread across the lonely snowfield. In a place like this, the sound of the bell could let anyone get the news immediately.

He held his hat and prepared his rifle, ready to go back and take shelter, but suddenly he heard some kind of faint shouting, and his keen intuition made him turn his head and take another look at the horizon.

Gray-white elves appeared on the horizon, nimbly avoiding the ice reefs protruding from the ground. They were in groups of eight, all with handsome cross-shaped brown hair on their foreheads. They had cables tied to their bodies and pulled a sled, five in total. gallop. In this barren snowfield, perhaps only these elves from the snow can move so gracefully, and even make a joyful cry when leaping, because it has been a long time since they have run so freely.

It was a dog sledding team composed of forty Siberian Huskies, and they also have a well-known nickname - Husky.

Dog sledding is the best means of transportation in such a place. The severe cold makes machinery commonly used in cities and wild areas prone to unknown parts damage. It is really a bit underestimated to think that an off-road vehicle can travel unimpeded. The power of nature, and it is not a good choice to get out of the car for repairs in weather of minus 30 to 50 degrees Celsius.

But Siberian Huskies are different. This is their innate talent. DNA testing proves that this historic dog breed may be one of the oldest dogs in the world. Some huskies can even blend into wolves. and cannot be distinguished by the naked eye.

The sled dog team reached Black Swan Harbor like a sword, with dark clouds sweeping in in the distance behind them. This was a life-threatening race, but fortunately they had gained the upper hand.

The Sentinel has no way of confirming whether these people came to seek refuge. They may be fans of extreme sports. They set out from Verkhoyansk and planned to go to the polar circle to experience it. He pulled up his sling and raised his rifle to aim at the person at the front. Black Swan Port was a military restricted area and he had the right to shoot anyone who approached without permission.

But the opponent waved the flag in his hand, which was a code word that could open the door to Black Swan Harbor. The sentry had to put away his gun and watched the team of barking dogs getting closer and closer. They looked really too It's like a tourist team.

The huskies kicked up snow dust half as high as a person, splashing all over the sentinels. These well-trained snow elves arrived at their destination on time, but they were not satisfied with this cross-country relay race that lasted hundreds of kilometers. The sled wolf came down and sniffed at the feet of the sentry. The sentry was overwhelmed by the dogs. He could only raise his hands helplessly and watch the most majestic husky trying to jump up and knock him down.

"KGB Major Bondarev, from Moscow." The leading man took out his ID and threw it to the sentry, "Take me to Dr. Herzog and tell him that this is a life-or-death moment. If you still want a future, then don't It's wasting our precious time."

The sentry had to raise his head to talk to Major Bondarev. His height was particularly outstanding even in the army, and his appearance was even more handsome. Only male stars in the movie were so eye-catching, with neat blond hair. The ground was combed back, shining like gold. The sentry couldn't help but think of the hungry middle-aged women in Black Swan Port. If they saw this officer, they would definitely pounce on him.

The other four people all wore masks to keep out the cold, and had no intention of revealing their true colors to the sentry. They just watched Bondarev enter the gate of Black Swan Port first. The sentry had no intention of checking one by one. Bondarev's status was far superior to him, and possessing the flag code for entering Black Swan Harbor was the best proof of identity.

The world outside was icy and snowy, but in Black Swan Harbor it was as warm as spring. Bondarev had to take off his coat and hang it on the back of the chair to avoid sweating too much. As the leader of the visiting team, he met alone with the top person in charge of Black Swan Port, Dr. Herzog.

This is a very interesting old man, who has the characteristics of both a soldier and a scientist. Although he is meeting guests, Herzog is still wearing a gray woolen research coat and has no intention of dressing up in particular. But if you look carefully, you will find that there is not even a thread on his body. His pure silver hair is neat and straight, and he is handsome. The depth of his eyes shines with a sharp light that is no less than that of Major Bondarev, which makes people feel He is actually very young, but his hair and the cuts on his face show that he is indeed old.

"To our great country and you, Comrade Major, welcome to Black Swan Port." Herzog raised his glass, "Red Label Vodka, a good wine that can make a man's blood burn. It is a sin to waste any drop. Every year the icebreaker When I come here, I always bring a special box for me, so I don’t have to give it to others for private collection. This is the last bottle last year, and I have been drinking it as planned.”

"To be honest, I don't really like vodka. In my opinion, it's just pure alcohol. If you go to the factory and get a glass of alcohol, you can call it vodka after distillation." Major Bondarev seems to have elegant taste. Although he said he didn’t like vodka, he still raised his glass to Dr. Herzog boldly, “For our country, Dr. Herzog.”

"Every summer when the ice breaks, the Lenin will deliver supplies for the whole year. It is a rare lively day in Black Swan Port. Girls can stand on the high platform in short skirts and look at the icebreaker, which symbolizes happiness and sweetness. , in their eyes, the Lenin is a messenger from heaven, loaded with candy, skirts and stockings. The officers will also rarely smile, because that means vodka and cigarettes. But this year it is not the Lenin that comes here, but A KGB Major, do you carry a whole year's supply of Black Swan Harbor in your uniform pocket?"

"It's a pity that there are no supplies, and there will never be any." Bondarev added a glass of wine for himself. He clearly said he didn't like it just now. "Our great motherland is facing disaster, the economy is deteriorating, and the people are distracted. , the army has to be disarmed and unable to pay military salaries, and factories have no raw materials to operate. The Union of Soviet Socialist Republics may become a history book. The country is no longer able to allocate materials to supply this port far away in the Arctic Ocean. It may not survive this year. .”

Herzog sighed softly: "There is no communication equipment here, and we have no contact with the outside world. Every year, the Lenin will bring a whole year's newspapers so that we can understand the information from the outside world. I saw in last year's newspapers Some changes in the current situation have come, but I didn’t expect them to come so quickly.”

"The country's wealth will be divided, armaments, factories, weapons, fleets, and even missiles. The same is true for this port. I was ordered to come here to inventory the property and value it." Bondarev said.

"All the fate of the port is in your hands. No wonder it is a life-or-death moment." Herzog smiled faintly, "You are here to investigate the function of this port, right? It is built deep in the ice sheet and is connected to the world. The isolated port seems to most people to be hiding some shady secrets. But unfortunately, I have to tell you that this is just a gene bank. In order to prevent nuclear war, we collected the genes of various races in the Soviet Union and established Create a huge gene bank. Even if humanity is destroyed due to nuclear war, we can use cloning technology to revive humanity. This is a natural ice cellar, and genetic samples can be preserved for hundreds of thousands of years even if the power is cut off."

"You're being pretentious, Dr. Herzog." Bondarev smiled and shook the wine glass in his hand. The red liquid was as clear as blood under the light. "I only said that I was here under orders, but I didn't say That’s my purpose, if you want to do things you have to have a proper identity.”

"Are you not a KGB major at all?" Herzog also smiled, "I am a geneticist. The vast majority of Russians in the Soviet Union belong to the Europa race. Male noses are narrower and lips are thinner. The facial features are clearly contoured, with a lot of body hair and a burly physique. Although you are also tall, after taking off your coat, you have lean and slender muscles. This handsome face is not easy to grow among Russians."

"You are not the chief geneticist of the Soviet Union. You are indeed engaged in genetic engineering, but you are a German Aryan who once worked for the Nazis. Hitler hopes that someone can support his theory of dehumanization to prove it. The Aryans are the best race in the world, so they need genetic proof, and you do this work for them. After the end of World War II, Germany was judged as a defeated country, with a large number of state-owned resources and outstanding talents. It was divided among the victorious powers, and that’s when you were taken away by the Soviet Union.”

Bondarev drank all the wine in his glass, "Everyone knows it well, so don't talk with a mask on. I know that the financial backer behind you is the Alexander family. They are a bunch of moths who rely on selling arms." To make a living, you are relatively rich. You can support a money-burning place like you, and you have enough capital to erase the files of this port. But things in the world are never that simple. As long as they exist, they must Proof will be left.”

"What is your purpose?" Herzog stared into Bondarev's eyes. If Bondarev was a KGB major from Moscow, he would be forgiven for remaining respectful, but now everyone has revealed their identities. Even though you are talking on the table, he is still calling you.

This was a cover. Herzog secretly squeezed the gun in his pocket. He was a little afraid of Bondarev, who had an unknown origin. All secret things seemed transparent in front of Bondarev. The water is clear, and he doesn't know how much Bondarev controls Black Swan Port. Until now, Bondarev has not shown any malice, which means that at least at this negotiation table, Herzog still has Some value.

"Your research." Bondarev said simply and clearly. When he was serious, he was as serious as an officer. He exuded a faint dangerous smile, which made people shudder. "I know what you are doing here, but I don’t know how much you have done, so let me talk to you about the price.”

"Are you here to bribe me?" Herzog was surprised.

"The Soviet Union is about to disintegrate. Alexander is busy protecting himself. His backer has fallen. He has to make plans for future development. If he wants to free up his hands to take care of the port affairs, he must at least wait until he settles down before he has a chance. And he The people sent to contact you have all been buried in the ice of Siberia." Bondarev shrugged, his face innocent, as if what he said had nothing to do with him, "If he wants to build you again It will take at least a few months to contact us, but the storage in the port can no longer last that long. People here will starve to death in a few months. I show up at this time to avoid Alexander's eyes and come to talk to you. At a reasonable price, I plan to buy the whole port together with you and take over this research. To do this, I need to know how much you are worth."