Early the next morning, the three put away the gasoline stove and sleeping bags and continued on the road. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

During the vigil last night, Jiang Chen was on the last shift, squinted his eyes after getting into the car, leaned his head against the window and slept for a while. However, when he awoke, he found his face resting on Natasha's lap.

Even though it's worn through jeans, the elasticity is still quite good.

"I suddenly realized that your sleeping face is quite cute." Eye-to-eye with Jiang Chen, Natasha narrowly curved the corners of her mouth.

Rubbing his eyes and sitting up, Jiang Chen stretched out and asked vaguely.

"Speaking of which, how many numbers are there today?"

"April 25th." Aisha, who was driving, replied.

"Is it April 25th?" Jiang Chen glanced at the scenery flying outside the window, as well as the misty green smoke rising from the south, and then said, "Let's go back in a few days, I always feel that something big is going to happen here." ”

What's more, in just over a week is May 4th, and the electric ray that flew to the UFO should also arrive. He was still quite curious about what that UFO was. Humanity has been exploring extraterrestrial civilizations for nearly half a century, during which countless postcards symbolizing friendship have been sent into space, but they have never been answered.

Even in the timeline of the end times, Jiang Chen had never heard of any records of extraterrestrial civilizations. If that unidentified flight really came from an extraterrestrial civilization, then this year will be the first year of the first intimate contact between the earth's civilization and the extraterrestrial civilization.

"What are you thinking?" Natasha gently poked Jiang Chen's arm.

Jiang Chen smiled.

"I'm thinking...... Something far away. ”

It is getting closer and closer to the Russian-Ukrainian border, in order to avoid the patrol of the border guards, Aisha released the drone again, and 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 are poor people displaced by the war, and some of them are deserters from the front line, and there is almost no hope of life in their dead eyes.

Perhaps it was a bad memory, Aisha's expression was a little subtle, and she slightly raised the speed of the car.

Someone waved to stop the car, but they didn't stop. There are all kinds of refugees among them, and no one can be sure which ones are really in need of help and which ones are having sinister intentions. What's more, there are so many people here that they can't save everyone.

Retracting his gaze from the tide of refugees outside the window, Jiang Chen looked at his watch.

It's almost eleven o'clock, so crossing the border before lunchtime shouldn't be a problem, and maybe a hot lunch in the Russian town opposite.

Just then, a text message from Ghost Agent HQ was sent to his watch.

There are only four short words in the newsletter.

【Rescue Success】

……

In the eyes of his neighbors, Mario Melnikov is just a coffee shop owner, but few people know the hidden side of this kind Slavic uncle. In addition to grinding a good hand of coffee, he also served as the eyeliner of the Russian Federal Security Service in the underground intelligence network of the city of Kyiv.

In the entire Kyiv city intelligence system, he plays the role of a microphone, professionally speaking, it is an intelligence relay station, responsible for assigning the tasks assigned by superiors to informants, and at the same time sorting out the intelligence investigated by informants, and transmitting the intelligence back to the receiving station on the Russian-Ukrainian border through encrypted radio broadcasts.

As usual, Mario made himself breakfast, turned on the TV and finished his breakfast while watching the news, and then drove to the store to work. Recently, I heard that there is a Ukrainian officer named Skalov on the front line who is going to be transferred back to the capital, and his real identity is an informant of the Russian Federal Security Service.

Just as Mario pondered what jobs to assign him, a doorbell rang at the door.

When he heard the doorbell, he was slightly stunned.

It's eight o'clock in the morning, and no neighbor is going to visit at this time.

Thinking of this, he became slightly alert, and cautiously walked to the door, looking out through the cat's eyes.

I saw two men in black trench coats standing in the doorway, the leader of the man was wearing a bowler hat, his slashed face looked very lean, and a hooked nose was particularly eye-catching. From his appearance, Mario immediately analyzed two pieces of information.

First, the two had guns in their pockets.

Second, the man at the head had been a soldier.

Seeing that the door did not open, the man impatiently rang the doorbell again, and at the same time gestured to the deputy next to him. The lieutenant understood and walked around.

Mario was well aware that his lieutenant was probably going to the back of his house now, most likely to prevent him from escaping from behind.

Seeing this scene, he already knew very well that the other party was probably not here to investigate and collect evidence, but he was afraid that they had already had enough evidence and would have come to arrest someone at this time.

Secretly scolding damn it, Mario hurriedly picked up a pair of shoes on the ground to change into, turned and ran in the direction of the stairs.

As soon as he had reached the second floor, he had not taken two steps when there was a loud bang in the living room.

Obviously, after finding that there was no response from pressing the doorbell three times, the man had realized that something was wrong and decisively chose to break in.

Mario hurried back to the bedroom, took out a Glock pistol and two magazines from under the bed, and ran to the bathroom, loading them on and opening the safe. After rushing into the bathroom, he locked the steel glass door and walked around into the bathroom.

Behind the bathroom curtain, there is a wooden door that he designed specifically for escape. He never thought he'd use it one day, but just as he pulled out the key and was about to open the door, the bathroom door creaked open and was gently pushed open.

He jerked around and raised his gun, the muzzle of which shook his fingers.

Although he had received military training, he had never killed anyone, and he never imagined that he would one day fight with a gun. After all, he was just a clerk, he didn't have to risk his life to gather intelligence, and he was just a civilian before he became a Russian agent.

No one came in through the open door, and Mario gasped as he struggled to stop his hands from shaking.

However, at this moment, his eyes suddenly flickered, the gun had been unloaded, and before he could react to what was going on, his hands were pressed backwards and fell to the edge of the bathtub. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free from the hands 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's a friendly army."

Controlling herself with just one hand, Mario noticed that she was still holding a dagger in her other hand, which was stained with blood that had not yet been wiped off.

There is no doubt that this blood is fresh.

Seeing the blood on the dagger, he was relieved.

If nothing else, the blood should have been left behind by the one who broke through the door...... (To be continued.) )