Burjin County, Altay Prefecture, Xinjiang Province, along the 232 Provincial Highway to the north, after the Jiadengyu to the east can reach a place called Hemu Kanas, and then drive north along the county road to the Kanas National Nature Reserve.

It's not the end of the world, but it's definitely off the beaten track.

Although the "donkey tour" has been very prosperous over the years, with the mysterious Kanas Lake and the legendary "Kanas Water Monster", the tourism industry in the area is booming, but the vast majority of tourists, including those with an adventurous spirit of travelers, mainly in Baihaba, Jiadengyu and Kanas Geopark and other national scenic spots.

To enter the Kanas Nature Reserve, a permit issued by the relevant authorities is required.

Inaccessible does not mean inaccessible.

Although it is still autumn and October, Kanas has ushered in its first snow of the year.

The cold north wind swept and the snow fell for a day and a night, wrapping the dense fir forest in a veil.

The so-called "Colorful Kanas", this white and vast snow scene can also be regarded as colorful.

It's just that under the white snow, there is a shocking killing machine lurking.

At the foot of Kuitun Mountain, on the slope of a fir forest, as the wind and snow weakened, a small snowdrift shook a few times, followed by a snowdrift next to it, and two heads wrapped in snow camouflage hoods were exposed.

The one on the left is a sniper rifle covered in snow, and he is clearly left-handed.

The one on the right has a rangefinder in front of him, an assault rifle with a grenade launcher on his right, and a multipurpose telescope in his hand.

Judging by the thickness of the snow around the two of them, they had been lurking here for a day and a night.

Obviously, they are not special forces, just highly trained agents, or outlaw mercenaries.

Whatever it is, they're masters at doing it.

It's just that both of them are a little nervous at this time.

Not only did the observer on the right carefully observe every inch of ground in his field of vision with a telescope, comparing it with the scene in his memory, hoping to find out what was wrong; Even the shooter on the left stared intently at the gravel road that turned west down the hillside through the scope of his sniper rifle.

If it weren't for the slightly warmer road surface and the shallower snow, no one would know that there was a road there.

At the end of the gravel road, there are several small wooden houses surrounded by wooden fences, which are a "cold storage" of the Second Directorate of MSS (MinistryofState Security), that is, a temporary hideout for intelligence officers.

There are hundreds of such cold storages in the second bureau, and this is the most secret and safest one.

It's just that the security personnel have to go out and camp in the blizzard, and it is not necessarily very safe here.

Experience has taught them that the blizzard conceals both their hiding places and the enemy's whereabouts.

A true master, not only will not be afraid of a blizzard, but will also take advantage of this to break through the blockade.

At the end of the bend in the road, a snowflake was raised.

The sniper moved slightly and turned the muzzle of the gun.

"It's a snowplow."

Hearing the observer's words, the sniper let go of his fingers pressed on the trigger, lowered his head, and let out a long sigh.

Too nervous, too stressful.

The two have more than a decade of experience, but they haven't had an easy time since they took on this task three months ago.

These three months have not been human.

They went to dozens of cold storages, stayed in each place for no more than two days, and traveled all over the country, and they never stopped.

Is the "collection" in the cabin that so important?

Unbeknownst to the two, five groups of security personnel like them had been decapitated with five important people in the past three months.

Although the murderer did not leave any clues, judging from the scene of the crime and the means of committing the crime, it must have been committed by one person.

One person, not a team!

The five big names who were killed had one thing in common: they had participated in a foreign-related covert operation in cooperation with the Intelligence Department of the General Staff at the beginning of the year.

Not only was the operation a complete failure, but it also cost more than a dozen agents and special forces.

None of them came back.

Of those involved in the operation, only six intelligence officers of the Second Directorate, who planned and commanded in the country, survived.

Now there's only one left, inside the cabin with a fireplace.

Was it the enemy's retaliation, or did someone among the operatives survive?

If the answer was known, the two agents crawling in the snow would definitely find a way to push off the mission, even if it was a shot in their own thigh.

Unfortunately, they don't know.

Coming from the gravel road is indeed a snow plow from the reserve, spraying snow removal salt on the road.

Sprinkle salt and the snow will melt a little faster.

On the car number, the two finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The driver and crew of the snowplow were all security personnel of the Second Bureau, and they carried miniature submachine guns bought at high prices from the international arms market.

Unsurprisingly, there was at least one light machine gun and an assault rifle in the snowplow's cab.

Such fierce firepower was more than enough to deal with the assassins.

Unfortunately, the two of them didn't know what kind of assassin they were guarding against.

Before the white mist dissipated, the two of them felt the wind direction change, and made an accurate judgment at the first time, and turned to the side at the same time.

The speed of turning back is definitely much faster than turning sideways.

The two of them only saw a clump of white flowers fall down, and then felt a tingling pain in their necks. The blood splattered onto the snow, and in the blink of an eye, it condensed into red beads of blood. When they realized that they had cut off their throats and major arteries in their necks, they couldn't scream.

Because the dagger pierced the cervical vertebrae and pulled sideways, the two security guards didn't even have a chance to press the trigger.

The dagger was drawn, and the two were already in different places.

It wasn't a cloud of snow that fell, but a person wrapped in snow!

Beneath the snow was a camouflage suit woven from rags, with a white mask over its head and only a pair of eyes exposed.

Those are eyes reddened by anger and murderous aura!

Judging by the height of the fall, the man remained on a branch above the heads of the two security personnel.

He must have been in the tree for a day and a night, keeping an eye on the security guards below until the time was right to kill the killer.

What's more, he must have been on the tree after the security personnel were in place, as he had no way of knowing that the security personnel would be ambushing the place.

Luck?

A true master will never rely on luck to eat.

What is Master? This is the real master.

After wiping the dagger clean, putting the two heads back in their place, and covering them with a snow camouflage suit, he disappeared into the blizzard again.

Although the movement was a bit loud, the two security guards on the snowplow did not know where their companions were ambushed, and they only saw a cloud of snow falling from the branches.

After a blizzard, the fir forest returned to calm.

At this time, more than 200 kilometers away, a Grand Cherokee with a 5.7-liter engine drove out of Burjin County, and increased its speed to 14 on Provincial Highway 232, where the speed limit is 80.

The driver's technique is very good, and at such a high speed, the inside of the car is not very bumpy.

"Got in touch?"

"No, the signal is still being interfered with."

"Go on."

After instructing the young man on the right to continue to call on the radio, the middle-aged man sitting on the left turned his head to look at the slowly setting sun outside the window.

The blizzard is heading south, otherwise you wouldn't be able to see the afterglow.

His name is Li Tingxuan, deputy director of the First Bureau of the Intelligence Department of the General Staff, with the rank of colonel.

Don't look at him as just a colonel, it can be said that except for his surname and the identity of the deputy director of the First Bureau, all the information related to Li Tingxuan is fake, including his name, age, appearance, and even family composition.

These identity symbols don't matter.

"Bureau Li, it seems that something is wrong."

Li Tingxuan's tightly knit brows jumped, and the cigarette sandwiched between the index and middle fingers of his left hand shook a few times.

"The snowstorm has already moved south, and it stands to reason that the interference signal should be weakened, but ......" The driver turned his head to look at Li Tingxuan, and saw that the deputy director did not speak, so he didn't say any more.

"How long has it been?" Li Tingxuan let out a long breath and asked very directly.

"Probably...... It's been about ten minutes. "The young man was a little nervous.

"Why didn't you say it sooner!?" Glaring at the young man, Li Tingxuan took a puff of his cigarette, "Hurry up, otherwise that bastard will cause a catastrophe!" ”

The driver slammed on the accelerator, and the Grand Cherokee roared, increasing the speed to more than two hundred.

Li Tingxuan was very anxious, and the driver who had followed him for more than ten years knew that the deputy director had rarely been like this in the past.

Listening to Li Tingxuan's words, he was not worried about the big man who was closely protected, but the murderer who had already committed five murders.

No matter how fast the Grand Cherokee runs, it will take hours to get there.

At this moment, the Assassin, dressed in a homemade camouflage suit, was walking along the gravel path.

On his hands, blood dripped down the blade of the dagger, leaving a string of dark red exclamation marks on the ground.

That's not his blood.

The Assassin had already ripped off his hood, revealing a bloody face.

It's not handsome, and it's not even as handsome. The dark skin contrasts with the white camouflage suit, and it also does not fit in with the surrounding snowy scene. The angular facial features reveal a solemn aura, if you don't look at those eyes full of wild surnames and even thirsty for blood, you will definitely think that he is a promising young man.

It is indeed promising, and it takes ten minutes to finish out the top four security agents of the MSS Second Bureau.

Although they are not as good as Zhongnanhai's bodyguards, the skills of the four agents are definitely not bad, and they are all blood-stained people.

If it is in society, it is definitely a good man who blocks a hundred.

Being able to kill four agents quietly, and not even breaking his skin, is definitely not an ordinary person.

Running to a place less than thirty kilometers from Russia on a blizzard day to kill people is not an ordinary person.

The young man flicked the dagger, blood flew out, and the knife surface made of special ceramics was bright as new again.

Turning the corner and seeing the log cabin in front of him, the young man put away his dagger and pulled out a slightly old, but very well-maintained M1911A1 automatic pistol.

The pistol was loaded, and the young man very skillfully pressed down the ram.

Behind him, on the windshield of the snow plow, two big characters were prominently written: Liu Wei.

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