Courtyard House: From Deputy Division Commander to Civilian, Progressing All the Way

into the night.

Inside a luxury suite on the top floor of the Grand Hotel Ukraine.

This was the accommodation specially arranged for Lin Yang by the Soviet government. The room was covered with thick Persian carpets, and a huge crystal chandelier illuminated the entire suite as bright as day. The air was filled with a faint scent of pine and a mixture of expensive perfumes.

Lin Yang sat on the leather sofa, unbuttoned his collar, and put all the pretense and politeness from the dinner party to the back of his mind.

At the dinner, Khrushchev was very enthusiastic, but whenever Lin Yang steered the conversation toward specific industrial technical indicators, he would cleverly avoid the topic and instead keep pouring vodka into his drink.

If Lin Yang hadn't had an amazing alcohol tolerance and hadn't deliberately used his internal martial arts to suppress his drunkenness, he probably would have been completely outdone by those Soviet bureaucrats tonight.

"Bang bang bang".

He Yuzhu's voice came from outside the door.

"Commander, it's me."

"Come in."

He Yuzhu pushed open the door and walked in with a strange expression. He closed the door behind him, walked up to Lin Yang, and lowered his voice.

"Commander, something's not right. The Soviet reception office just sent a woman over, saying she'd bring you tomorrow's schedule."

He Yuzhu frowned, looking wary.

"That woman was dressed in a flamboyant way, wearing cologne all over, and looked like a foreign movie star. What kind of stupid form was she delivering in the middle of the night? I stopped her at the door, but she insisted on handing it to you in person."

Upon hearing this, a chilling glint flashed in Lin Yang's eyes.

He knew all too well what kind of tactic this was.

During the Cold War, the Soviet Union's KGB was the world's most terrifying and pervasive intelligence agency.

Among the KGB's many methods, there was a deadly weapon specifically designed to target high-ranking foreign officials and diplomats—"The Swallow."

These "swallows" were all young women carefully selected and rigorously trained by the KGB. They not only possessed stunning beauty and devilish figures, but were also proficient in multiple languages, psychology, martial arts, and various irresistible seductive techniques.

Their sole mission is to use their beauty to corrupt and win over their targets. Once the target is hooked, the KGB will secretly take photos or record audio, using this as deadly leverage for blackmail!

Khrushchev saw that Lin Yang was unyielding at the dinner table and was preparing to use his trump card to find a fatal weakness in this young Chinese delegation leader before the negotiations officially began!

"Let them play."

Lin Yang sneered and took out a cigarette from the pack and lit it.

"Pillar, let her in. I want to see what kind of three-headed, six-armed creature this KGB swallow has."

"Commander, this..." He Yuzhu said with some concern.

"Do as I say. You stand guard outside the door, and no one is allowed to come near." Lin Yang's tone left no room for argument.

"yes!"

He Yuzhu turned and walked out the door.

A moment later, the mahogany door to the suite was gently pushed open.

A tall, curvaceous young Soviet woman walked in with elegant steps.

She wore a perfectly tailored Soviet-style military uniform, her long, wavy blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. Her deep blue eyes were like a still, deep lake, and her slightly parted red lips held a captivating, almost imperceptible smile.

This woman's looks and temperament are absolutely exceptional, one in a million.

"General Lin, hello."

The young woman walked to the sofa and greeted us softly in fluent, almost accent-free Chinese. Her voice was soft, sweet, and alluring, possessing a natural charm.

"I am Katerina, the liaison officer at the reception desk. This is your detailed schedule for tomorrow's factory tour."

Katerina bent down slightly and placed a document on the coffee table.

As she bent over, a breathtaking glimpse of snow-white skin at her neckline was faintly revealed to Lin Yang. At the same time, a rich yet not overpowering scent of high-end French perfume quietly filled the air.

Any man with slightly weak willpower would probably have lost his composure long ago, faced with such a stunning beauty in the dead of night in a foreign land.

But Lin Yang simply leaned back on the sofa quietly, a cigarette in his hand, his eyes as cold as ice, without the slightest ripple.

He neither took the document nor looked at the alluring spring scenery.

"Miss Katerina."

Lin Yang exhaled a puff of smoke, his voice so calm it was frightening.

"Since it's just a schedule, you can just leave it on the table. Is there anything else?"

Katerina was slightly taken aback.

She underwent five years of grueling training at the KGB's secret base in Kazan. She had an intimate understanding of men's psychology. According to the KGB's psychological profile of Lin Yang, he was a young, vigorous general in his early twenties. Although he was a formidable fighter, he would absolutely not be able to remain unmoved by such decadent music.

But the man's gaze filled her with an unprecedented sense of defeat. There was no desire, no greed, not even appreciation in his eyes.

There is only one kind of cold-bloodedness that sees through everything.

Katerina was not discouraged. She still had a charming smile on her face and actually sat down on the sofa next to Lin Yang, less than half a meter away from him.

"General Lin, the nights in Moscow are long and cold."

Katerina's voice became even softer, and she stretched out her slender, white fingers, wanting to touch Lin Yang's arm, which was resting on the sofa armrest.

"As the head of the delegation, you must be under a lot of pressure. Besides being a liaison officer, I've also learned some massage techniques to relax the nerves. If you don't mind, I'd be happy to..."

"Snapped!"

Before Katerina's fingers could even touch Lin Yang.

Lin Yang suddenly grabbed Katerina's wrist with a backhand swift motion, clamping it tightly as if by lightning.

The force was so great that Katerina let out a painful groan, and the charming smile on her face froze completely.

Lin Yang did not let go. He leaned forward slightly, his cold eyes fixed on Katerina's deep blue eyes.

"Miss Katerina."

Lin Yang's voice was like a cold wind from the deepest hell, each word spoken slowly and deliberately.

"Your Chinese is excellent, and you use very high-end perfume. However, you've made several fatal, common-sense mistakes."

Lin Yang abruptly flipped Katerina's wrist over and forcibly opened her palm.

"First, as a regular receptionist, why do you have such thick calluses on the web of your right hand and the second joint of your index finger?"

"These marks are the result of years of using a Makarov pistol and undergoing high-intensity rapid-fire training! Your hands aren't for typing and massaging; they're for killing!"

Katerina's face turned deathly pale instantly, and a hint of terror finally flashed deep in her eyes.

"Secondly," Lin Yang's gaze swept across the collar of her uniform like a scanner, "the first button on your uniform is a size larger than normal. If I'm not mistaken, there's a miniature camera or listening device hidden in there, isn't there?"

"third."

Lin Yang abruptly released his grip, throwing Katerina hard onto the sofa.

"Go back and tell Khrushchev, tell the chairman of the KGB."