Being monitored, no one knows about this matter except for Mister and others, and Tang Dao will not hype it, especially when the situation is very treacherous now, but there are some times, it's not that you don't say it, others don't know, in modern society, there has never been such a thing as privacy, and those who recognize human rights and undermine human rights are often in the name of national security!

Kiev, Cadet Military Academy, Office.

The room was filled with smoke, accompanied by a muffled sound of excitement.

"That Asian guy came, and he was being monitored in the hotel yesterday." Medvedchuk looked at the old Pushkin sitting behind the table, and finally opened his mouth first, and the other party was very calm like an old fox, but after he finished speaking, the sound of the thick breathing stagnated slightly, perhaps because the voice was smoked, and he spoke with a torn texture

"Listening? Who? Did the KGB send someone? ”

Medvedchuk frowned and pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, "Unlikely, the Soviet intelligence services in Kyiv have been monitored by us, and besides, this is not like the style of big brother, if the KGB people are on it, I think now we should be thinking about how to distinguish the corpse, those barbarians will not care about you." ”

That's the truth.

The institutions that can show their prestige in such a complex world are never good people, the capitalists devour the property of commoners and small landlords to make a fortune, and the careerists attack the enemy to make themselves stronger, but the KGB's methods are very "rough", and the first discord is done!

At the beginning, other agents went to the court to assassinate opponents, and there were also cases of assassinating Amin disguised as soldiers.

It's just like their anti-terrorism, it's simple and exciting.

"Barbarians? Mr. Major General, let's not forget that we are still Soviets. Old Pushkin still had a little dissatisfaction in his tone.

"Yes, yes, yes." Medvedchuk was stunned, so he nodded hurriedly, but in his heart he didn't think so, he was ready to betray the country, and now he still seems to care too much? Who is this disgusting for? The value of the goods that passed by in his own hands alone was nearly 30 million dollars, and some were even expressly forbidden, and he knew that the elder Pushkin had the idea of fighting "Ivan" with several people!

Of course, who knows what's true or not.

After all, this kind of thing is hard to say, can't be said, can't be said.

Just listen to a joke, know too much, the faster you die.

"If it's someone else," said Pushkin the elder after a pause, "we must not allow Nicholas to have an accident on our chassis, the higher authorities attach great importance to him, and Admiral Bandera is primarily responsible." ”

Bandera?

Medvedchuk's face sank, his eyelids twitched, his expression was dissatisfied, but he didn't say anything, he knew that it was useless to say against it, the reason why he was unhappy with that guy was because there was a dirty relationship between them, the two were of the same age, and they enlisted in the army at the same time, but this fate is sometimes different, no matter how good your grades are, no matter how beautiful you are, you are not as deep as other people's backgrounds.

Bandera stepped on his head and is currently the head of the Ukrainian Logistics Department, and Medvedchuk is only a major general!

Usually I can't afford to hide, but now I let the other party be responsible, and I have to snatch food from my mouth, which is a bit too much.

Perhaps sensing Medvedchuk's unhappiness, old Pushkin raised his eyelids, lowered his feet, and pulled closer to his chair, "I know what you're thinking, but there are some things that you don't have to say to me." ”

After a few moments, the former answered, "I understand. ”

Coming out of the office, he took the door with him and punched the wall, remembering what the other party had just said.

"You know the best, you are familiar with Nicholas, and you have to deal with it in the middle, and there will be no shortage of your share."

What else can Medvedchuk do but nod his head?

But this was unhappy in his heart, so he turned his head to look at the office, and left with a black face.

In fact, what he didn't know was that the old Pushkin sat in his position for a long time and didn't move his buttocks, and suddenly laughed, this laugh was loud, undisguised joy, and it always felt like ... It's very unrealistic.

I laughed for nearly 1 minute in a daze, and my lung capacity was really good.

After the radio, he took the teacup in front of him, took a sip, gurgled a few times in his mouth, spit back into the cup, stretched out his hand to bring the landline on the table closer, picked up the microphone, pressed the internal number, and after two or three rings, someone picked up, "Hello, the office of the logistics department." ”

"Help me transfer General Bandera, I'm Rabindranath. Pushkin. ”

"Okay, wait a minute, General." The woman who answered the phone on the other side returned, and then turned the line around, Bandera's voice was very thick, which made people feel good just by listening to the voice, "Lieutenant General Pushkin? ”

"Good evening, General Bandera."

"What's the matter?" Bandera asked with a little distant, and a little condescending.

Pushkin is an old licking dog, he licked his face and reported to him what happened to Nicholas, and the other party dragged his voice, "You mean that there is an Asian who is being targeted?" Got a basic clue? ”

"We initially suspect it's the CIA."

This is completely bullshit and fart, it is pulling Uncle Sam out to whip the corpse first, anyway, capitalism is sinful!

Bandera was silent for a moment before he spoke, "I see, is there anything else?" This impatient look made Pushkin feel for a while, something is wrong, this is not according to the routine, shouldn't you show your appreciation for yourself? So... As soon as he was about to speak, the other party hung up the phone very rudely.

Listening to the busy sound here, the angry Pushkin almost smashed the microphone, but when he thought that this was a unit item, and he would lose money if it was smashed, he put the phone down with his teeth bared, but he still had a painful kidney ache and slapped it on the table, which was very unhappy.

……

Bobby. Ken sat in the hotel lobby yawning, coffee was placed in front of the table, and after sitting for a long time, he stood up and stretched, and saw that the subordinate opposite was already lying on the table and snoring, and the newspaper on the table was thrown on his head, but the other party just turned his head around, and then scratched his head, and his eyelids just didn't open.

"Damn, it's a pig." Bobby. Lieutenant Ken muttered, picked up the walkie-talkie from his chair, and pressed, "Please report back to each group." ”

"One set of security." The observation team on the roof of the building said.

"Two groups received."

"Three groups received."

…

Well?

Bobby. Ken waited for a while, and frowned, "Four, what about four?" ”

No one on the other side answered, which made him suddenly feel alarmed in his heart, and felt that something was wrong, so he hurriedly patted his subordinates who were still sleeping, anxious, "Something happened!" After saying that, he hurriedly ran towards the location of the four groups, and the subordinate who was just in a daze was also a spirit, and he chased out, just ran two steps, and then returned, holding the weapon on the table.

Bobby. Ken ran to let the other groups pay attention, the fourth group was on the opposite floor, a total of 4 people, and when he ran up, there were still people here, leaving a few bottles of wine on the top floor platform.

"Damn it!" Bobby. Ken's face was ugly, as soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden explosion above his head, he subconsciously held his head, rolled to the side, fell to the ground, raised his head in horror, and saw that the bell tower behind him was blown up, like a cannonball.

"Oh my God," he was dumbfounded, and an anxious cry for help came over the intercom, "Boss, the hotel has been attacked!" ”