The next morning, the three of them put away the gasoline stove and sleeping bags and continued on the road.
During the night watch last night, Jiang Chen was guarding the last shift. After getting on the bus, he squinted his eyes, leaned his head against the window and slept for a while.
However, when he woke up, he found his face resting on Natasha's legs.
Although it is separated by jeans, the elasticity is still quite good.
I suddenly realized that your sleeping face is quite cute.When he met Jiang Chen's eyes, Natasha bent her mouth in a narrow way.
Rubbing his eyes and sitting up, Jiang Chen stretched his waist and asked vaguely.
Speaking of which, how many days are there today?
It's April 25th.Dilraba Dilmurat, who was driving, answered quickly.
Is it already April 25th?Jiang Chen looked at the flying scenery outside the window and the dark blue smoke rising from the south, and then said, "Go back in a few days." I always feel that something big is going to happen here.
What's more, in more than a week it will be May 4th, and the electric ray flying to UFOs should arrive.
He was quite curious about what that UFO was.
The history of human exploration of extraterrestrial civilizations has been nearly half a century, during which countless postcards symbolizing friendship have been launched into the universe, but they have never been responded to.
Even on the timeline of the end of the world, Jiang Chen had never heard of any records of extraterrestrial civilizations.
If that UFO really comes from extraterrestrial civilization, then this year will be the first year for the first close contact between the earth's civilization and extraterrestrial civilization.
What are you thinking about?Natasha poked Jiang Chen's arm gently.
Jiang Chen smiled.
I was thinking... something distant.
The Russian-Ukrainian border was getting closer and closer. In order to avoid the patrol of the border guards, Di Lieba released the drone again. After confirming the patrol route of the Ukrainian border guards, she found the right time to start the car and rushed over in one go.
On the way across the border, Jiang Chen also saw ragged stowaways.
Most of them were displaced by war, and some were deserters on the front line. From the dead eyes, there was almost no hope of life.
Perhaps it was because of some bad memories that Dilraba Dilmurat's expression was a little subtle and she raised the speed of the car a little.
Someone waved to stop the car, but they didn't stop.
There are all kinds of people among these refugees, and no one can tell who really needs help or who are having evil thoughts.
What's more, there are too many people here, and they can't save everyone.
Jiang Chen looked back at his watch from the wave of refugees outside the window.
It's almost eleven o'clock, and it shouldn't be a problem to pass through before lunch. Maybe you can have a hot lunch in the Russian town opposite.
Just then, a message from the Ghost Agents headquarters was sent to his watch.
There are only four short words in the message.
Successful rescue
……
In the eyes of neighbors, Mario Melnikov is just a coffee shop owner, but few people know the unknown other side of this kind Slavic uncle.
In addition to his good coffee, he also serves as the eyeliner of the Russian Federation Security Agency's underground intelligence network in Kiev.
In the entire Kiev city intelligence system, he plays the role of a microphone transmission. He is professionally an intelligence transit station, responsible for assigning tasks assigned by superiors to informants. At the same time, after sorting out the information investigated by informants, he will send the information back to the receiving station on the Russian-Ukrainian border through encrypted radio broadcast.
As usual, Mario made himself breakfast, turned on the TV to prepare to finish breakfast while watching the news, and then drove to the store to work.
Recently I heard that a Ukrainian officer named Skarov on the front line was to be transferred back to the capital. His real identity was an informant from the Russian Federation Security Bureau.
Just as Mario was thinking about what jobs to assign him, the doorbell rang.
After hearing the doorbell, he was slightly stunned.
It's eight o'clock in the morning now, and no neighbor will visit you at this time.
Thinking of this, he became a little alert, walked to the door carefully, and looked out of the house through the cat's eyes.
Two men in black windbreakers were standing at the door. The man in the lead was wearing a dome hat. His cut face looked very delicate and his hooked nose was particularly eye-catching.
Mario immediately analyzed two information from his appearance.
First, the two had guns in their pockets.
Second, the man in the lead has served as a soldier.
Seeing that the door was not opened, the man impatiently rang the doorbell again, and at the same time gestured to the deputy next to him.The deputy understood and walked around.
Mario knew very well that his deputy might have gone to the back of his house now, with the most important purpose of preventing him from escaping from behind.
Seeing this scene, he was already very clear. The other party was probably not here to investigate and collect evidence, but they had already obtained enough evidence and had come to arrest people now.
After cursing inwardly, Mario hurriedly picked up a pair of shoes on the ground and put them on, turned around and ran towards the stairs.
When he had just run to the second floor and walked two steps, a loud bang came from the living room.
Obviously, when he found that he had not received any response after pressing the doorbell three times, the man realized something was wrong and decisively chose to break in.
Mario ran back to the bedroom quickly, took out a Glock pistol and two magazines from under the bed, and ran to the bathroom while installing the magazine and opening the security.
After rushing into the bathroom, he locked the steel glass door and then walked into the bathroom.
Behind the bathroom curtain, there is a wooden door he designed specifically for escape.
He never thought he would use this thing one day, but just as he took out the key and was about to open the door, a creaking sound came from the bathroom door and was gently pushed open.
He turned around and raised his gun, and the muzzle he was shaking his fingers kept shaking.
Although he had received military training, he had never killed anyone and never thought that he would fight with a gun.
After all, he was just a clerk and didn't have to risk his life to collect intelligence. He was just a civilian before becoming a Russian agent.
No one came in the open door, Mario gasped, trying to keep his hands from shaking.
However, at this moment, his eyes suddenly blurred, and the gun had been removed. Before he could react to what was going on, his hands were cut back and pressed down on the edge of the bathtub.
No matter how hard he tried, he could not escape the hand that was imprisoned behind him.
At some point, a figure appeared behind him, like a ghost, and he didn't even notice where she came from.
Don't move.
It is a friendly army.
With just one hand in control, Mario noticed that there was still a dagger in her other hand, with blood stains that had not been wiped off.
There is no doubt that this blood is fresh.
Seeing the blood on the dagger, he felt relieved.
If nothing unexpected happens, the blood should be left by the one who broke into the door...
During the night watch last night, Jiang Chen was guarding the last shift. After getting on the bus, he squinted his eyes, leaned his head against the window and slept for a while.
However, when he woke up, he found his face resting on Natasha's legs.
Although it is separated by jeans, the elasticity is still quite good.
I suddenly realized that your sleeping face is quite cute.When he met Jiang Chen's eyes, Natasha bent her mouth in a narrow way.
Rubbing his eyes and sitting up, Jiang Chen stretched his waist and asked vaguely.
Speaking of which, how many days are there today?
It's April 25th.Dilraba Dilmurat, who was driving, answered quickly.
Is it already April 25th?Jiang Chen looked at the flying scenery outside the window and the dark blue smoke rising from the south, and then said, "Go back in a few days." I always feel that something big is going to happen here.
What's more, in more than a week it will be May 4th, and the electric ray flying to UFOs should arrive.
He was quite curious about what that UFO was.
The history of human exploration of extraterrestrial civilizations has been nearly half a century, during which countless postcards symbolizing friendship have been launched into the universe, but they have never been responded to.
Even on the timeline of the end of the world, Jiang Chen had never heard of any records of extraterrestrial civilizations.
If that UFO really comes from extraterrestrial civilization, then this year will be the first year for the first close contact between the earth's civilization and extraterrestrial civilization.
What are you thinking about?Natasha poked Jiang Chen's arm gently.
Jiang Chen smiled.
I was thinking... something distant.
The Russian-Ukrainian border was getting closer and closer. In order to avoid the patrol of the border guards, Di Lieba released the drone again. After confirming the patrol route of the Ukrainian border guards, she found the right time to start the car and rushed over in one go.
On the way across the border, Jiang Chen also saw ragged stowaways.
Most of them were displaced by war, and some were deserters on the front line. From the dead eyes, there was almost no hope of life.
Perhaps it was because of some bad memories that Dilraba Dilmurat's expression was a little subtle and she raised the speed of the car a little.
Someone waved to stop the car, but they didn't stop.
There are all kinds of people among these refugees, and no one can tell who really needs help or who are having evil thoughts.
What's more, there are too many people here, and they can't save everyone.
Jiang Chen looked back at his watch from the wave of refugees outside the window.
It's almost eleven o'clock, and it shouldn't be a problem to pass through before lunch. Maybe you can have a hot lunch in the Russian town opposite.
Just then, a message from the Ghost Agents headquarters was sent to his watch.
There are only four short words in the message.
Successful rescue
……
In the eyes of neighbors, Mario Melnikov is just a coffee shop owner, but few people know the unknown other side of this kind Slavic uncle.
In addition to his good coffee, he also serves as the eyeliner of the Russian Federation Security Agency's underground intelligence network in Kiev.
In the entire Kiev city intelligence system, he plays the role of a microphone transmission. He is professionally an intelligence transit station, responsible for assigning tasks assigned by superiors to informants. At the same time, after sorting out the information investigated by informants, he will send the information back to the receiving station on the Russian-Ukrainian border through encrypted radio broadcast.
As usual, Mario made himself breakfast, turned on the TV to prepare to finish breakfast while watching the news, and then drove to the store to work.
Recently I heard that a Ukrainian officer named Skarov on the front line was to be transferred back to the capital. His real identity was an informant from the Russian Federation Security Bureau.
Just as Mario was thinking about what jobs to assign him, the doorbell rang.
After hearing the doorbell, he was slightly stunned.
It's eight o'clock in the morning now, and no neighbor will visit you at this time.
Thinking of this, he became a little alert, walked to the door carefully, and looked out of the house through the cat's eyes.
Two men in black windbreakers were standing at the door. The man in the lead was wearing a dome hat. His cut face looked very delicate and his hooked nose was particularly eye-catching.
Mario immediately analyzed two information from his appearance.
First, the two had guns in their pockets.
Second, the man in the lead has served as a soldier.
Seeing that the door was not opened, the man impatiently rang the doorbell again, and at the same time gestured to the deputy next to him.The deputy understood and walked around.
Mario knew very well that his deputy might have gone to the back of his house now, with the most important purpose of preventing him from escaping from behind.
Seeing this scene, he was already very clear. The other party was probably not here to investigate and collect evidence, but they had already obtained enough evidence and had come to arrest people now.
After cursing inwardly, Mario hurriedly picked up a pair of shoes on the ground and put them on, turned around and ran towards the stairs.
When he had just run to the second floor and walked two steps, a loud bang came from the living room.
Obviously, when he found that he had not received any response after pressing the doorbell three times, the man realized something was wrong and decisively chose to break in.
Mario ran back to the bedroom quickly, took out a Glock pistol and two magazines from under the bed, and ran to the bathroom while installing the magazine and opening the security.
After rushing into the bathroom, he locked the steel glass door and then walked into the bathroom.
Behind the bathroom curtain, there is a wooden door he designed specifically for escape.
He never thought he would use this thing one day, but just as he took out the key and was about to open the door, a creaking sound came from the bathroom door and was gently pushed open.
He turned around and raised his gun, and the muzzle he was shaking his fingers kept shaking.
Although he had received military training, he had never killed anyone and never thought that he would fight with a gun.
After all, he was just a clerk and didn't have to risk his life to collect intelligence. He was just a civilian before becoming a Russian agent.
No one came in the open door, Mario gasped, trying to keep his hands from shaking.
However, at this moment, his eyes suddenly blurred, and the gun had been removed. Before he could react to what was going on, his hands were cut back and pressed down on the edge of the bathtub.
No matter how hard he tried, he could not escape the hand that was imprisoned behind him.
At some point, a figure appeared behind him, like a ghost, and he didn't even notice where she came from.
Don't move.
It is a friendly army.
With just one hand in control, Mario noticed that there was still a dagger in her other hand, with blood stains that had not been wiped off.
There is no doubt that this blood is fresh.
Seeing the blood on the dagger, he felt relieved.
If nothing unexpected happens, the blood should be left by the one who broke into the door...
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