Sordayev rubbed his eyes vigorously, completely unable to believe what he was seeing.

Moder, a recipient of the Order of the Hero of Russia, actually had a connection with a foreigner with a major suspicion, and sneakily ran out of the joint in the middle of the night?

Sordayev looked at the two unaware intelligence agents next to him silently, thinking that they might not recognize the license plate yet, so he quickly found an excuse to sneak out of the surveillance room and took his mobile phone to call his immediate boss in the Military Intelligence Agency.

"Who, still calling so late, I don't know if I'm resting?"

"General Ilan, I'm sorry...... I'm Sordayev, and I've just been monitoring a suspect when I discovered a major piece of information. Sordayev held the microphone in the hallway and looked around nervously for a moment before speaking.

"Great intelligence? Aren't you now seconded to help out at the arms purchase meeting? Why don't you report to that Morder who is in the limelight? Ylan rubbed her fleshy face with her hand and struggled to sit up from the covers. Beside her, a young woman with long black hair slept soundly, not even noticing that her delicate naked body was exposed to the air.

"General, this important piece of information I found has something to do with Modell!"

"Something to do with Modell? What's the matter, tell me quickly! When General Yilan heard this, his whole body suddenly became energetic, and his originally confused eyes also shot out a cold and cold light.

"General, it's like this......"

Sordayev told General Ilan everything he had just seen and Ter's suspicions.

"You're not mistaken?" Yilan accentuated his tone and asked seriously.

"General, I don't underestimate the seriousness of this matter, if I am wrong, the consequences will ...... I know it perfectly. Sordayev swallowed heavily, and a dense layer of sweat oozed from his forehead.

"Hmm......" General Yilan snorted unconsciously, and then fell into deep thought. Sordayev didn't dare to interrupt his thoughts, so he could only hold the phone and quietly wait for Ylan's reply.

Moder, you guy, have ruined our good deeds several times, don't let me catch you this time, or ...... I will make you want to live, not death!

General Yilan picked up a cigarette from the bedside table, lit it, took a puff hard, and thought for a while, then slowly instructed word by word: "I will immediately send someone to your side, and the intelligence agent who will monitor with you will first control it quietly, and say that if you find out that the suspect has designed major military information, please keep it confidential and cooperate, and then you have to control that Ter without alarming Moder, and find out his problem as soon as possible, as well as Moder's relationship with him...... If it is done, I will ask for credit for you immediately, the head of the European branch has reached the time of rotation, you have a good chance, do you understand? ”

As soon as Sordayev heard this, his heart immediately burst into joy, and the oil and water of the European branch has always been one of the most coveted positions in the Military Intelligence Bureau, and often after serving in this position, the future development is even more limitless.

"General, please rest assured, I will use my life to guarantee the completion of this mission!" Soldayev gasped and replied categorically.

"Well, you go back now and continue to monitor Terr, and when our people come, I'll signal you, pay attention to cooperation...... That's it, I hung up first. ”

After speaking, Yilan didn't wait for him to answer, and hung up the phone decisively.

Yilan actually didn't say a word in his heart, if Sordayev was wrong this time, or failed to catch Moder's pigtails, I was afraid that this black cauldron could only be carried by him.

Moder, a popular fried chicken that is rumored to be popular in the outside world and highly valued by President Lisboa, was indiscriminately labeled as a traitor and a spy, which cannot be solved by a punishment or an apology.

Yilan took a puff of cigarette after smoking, pressed hard in the ashtray, and then picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Hey...... Sir, sorry to bother you so late, there is something important to inform you......"

……

When Ter returned to the hotel, he slept in bed without grooming and clothes, and he would have to deal with Iron Mask's inquiries tomorrow.

Although he has not been on the streets these days, he has managed to memorize the important road traffic routes in Moscow. As for some information about the Central Bank of Russia, Long You also sent him some inconsequential information.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, he faintly heard some ringing in his ears. Terr rolled over smartly and sprang out of bed.

Ter held his breath and used all his strength to send an unknown stream of heat from his body to his eyes, and the scene in front of him gradually became richer, and the snow-white walls became as transparent as a veil.

At the end of the corridor, there seemed to be a team of special forces armed with miniature submachine guns, tiptoeing towards their room, and they should be coming at him.

Ter panicked, and almost wanted to open the door and flee, but he stopped this thought, and looked at the window again, and at some point downstairs there were two black vans that had not been photographed, and there was also a group of armed men wearing black masks behind the carriage staring at his window vigilantly.

What to do?

There are wolves in front and tigers in the back, which can be described as a dilemma!

In the midst of the crisis, Ter glanced up at the ceiling and found that the exhaust fan directly above the restroom was connected to the next room, and the ventilation duct was just the size of enough to accommodate himself. And the door at the back of the next room opens to create an emergency escape route.

Ter didn't dare to hesitate for half a minute, just picked up his phone and wallet, and quickly stepped on the bathtub, pushed open the exhaust fan and got into the ventilation duct.

Because the airway had not been cleaned for many years, Ter's face was covered in cobwebs and dust, and by the time he came out of the other end like an earthworm, he was already gray and dusty like a vagabond.

Ter didn't care about cleaning himself up, saw an opportunity, quietly opened the door from the inside, and slowly slipped into the emergency escape passage at an angle that the special forces couldn't see.

At the moment when he had just closed the emergency escape door, he clearly saw that a special soldier armed with a shotgun fired a shot at the door of the room where he was originally located, without hesitation.

After a loud bang and a flash of sparks, the originally sturdy door lock was smashed to the ground, and a pair of capable special forces rushed into the room quickly.

Terr didn't dare to take another look, and hurriedly ran down the emergency escape route, and when he reached the second floor, he saw an open window on the side, and below it was a row of iron garbage bins, which seemed to be unguarded.

He hurriedly climbed the window edge, jumped cautiously, and then the night quietly melted into the dark night view of Moscow.