Under the guidance of the "tailor", Lynn and his gang successfully found Matsoff's residence in the almost cookie-cutter military district building. Despite the freezing weather and the snow everywhere, these typically Soviet-style buildings and neat paths evoke memories that Lynn has buried deep in his mind—the dormitories of military families, schools, or scientific research institutes that happened to be built in his eastern homeland at that time.

The Great Patriotic War of the Soviet Union sacrificed tens of millions of people and produced a large number of meritorious generals, and in such a military and political town as Leningrad, a major general is really nothing. The house where Matsov lived looked quite ordinary on the outside, and according to the "tailor", the family lived in 202, that is, they occupied only one-sixth of the three-story house.

There is no internal guard, and the patrol sentry and the gate at the bottom of the building should be all the means of security. Without Lynn having to speak, Fenterrig stepped forward and pulled out a string of what looked like keys from his pocket, and in the extremely bad light, Lynn only heard the rustling of metal objects, and in less than two minutes, the door opened.

When she entered, Lynn estimated that it should be around 3 a.m. The pre-dawn time is the darkest, and the pre-dawn personnel are the most difficult.

Tiptoeing upstairs, Finterrig repeating his old tricks. Judging from the old-fashioned round lock of the door, the difficulty of unlocking the technical surname will not be too great, and the key is that there may be the simplest and most difficult bolt insurance inside.

Perhaps it was the opening of the lock that warmed him up, or perhaps the lock of the door was indeed easier, but this time Finteregg had the lock in about a minute, and he pushed the door open with a very light movement, and the crack of the door opened to two widths and clicked slightly—fortunately it was not the latch but the chain safety that the Europeans were accustomed to. Fenterrig pulled out his small dagger and tried to pick open the door with the environment still close to his fingers. The "tailor" stood outside, leaving Lynn and Pate standing idly in the hallway, and they could even hear their teeth and body keys tinkling in the combined heat and excitement.

A successful spy, even if not as magical as 007, should still master the most basic skills such as driving a car and picking locks. Without much suspense, Fenterrig succeeded again, taking nearly a minute and a half. Under his deliberate control, the door opened quietly and completely, the room was heated, and the gentle air flow in front of him made the three people who had been driving all the way to the cold feel like a spring breeze. In addition to the warmth, there were obviously other scents in the air, roast meat, toast, liquor, and the special smell associated with babies.

Because there is no natural light, the snow outside the window does not provide light. Pate stood in the doorway, and Lynn and Finterrig walked inside in the dark, both deliberately slowing down for fear of making a noise from kicking something. The world was so quiet that Lynn could clearly hear heavy breathing except for the sound of leather shoes rubbing against the floor, but it was still far from the level of snoring, and he began to worry that Matsoff was not at home, and that the "tailor's" limited abilities were not enough to obtain real-time information on this...... As the general's house, the living room area is large enough, and the things are neatly packed. After walking a dozen steps to the sound of breathing, Lynn tapped Fenterrig's shoulder to stop, and gestured for him to go to the left, and went to the room on the right, and pulled the light for a while - in the dark environment, Lynn was not sure if he fully understood his intentions, vaguely saw him nod, and continued to walk forward, after a few steps, his hand had touched the wall, and he felt the door, and soon touched a thin rope. Pulling it with his left hand, he pulled Ruger 08 out of his uniform pocket with his right hand, and feeling that Fenterrig was already in place, he narrowed his eyes and pulled down the lamp rope abruptly.

The darkness around him was dispelled in an instant, and his squinted eyes readjusted to the light in a very short time, but it was slightly different from what he expected, this time it was the living room lamp that was lit, but the two doors in front of him and Fenterrig were closed. At this juncture, they no longer have any way out, and they don't even have time to exchange glances, only using the corner of their eyes to catch a glimpse of each other's movements to synchronize and collaborate. After opening the door, Lynn didn't need to look for the light switch, the waiting room was enough for him to make out what was going on in the bedroom: the two of them were lying side by side on the bed with their heads inward and feet facing the window, the quilt was not thick, and it was obvious that the person leaning against the door was larger and thicker. In the face of a half-crippled and a female streamer, Lynn was most worried not about them rising up to resist but screaming, after all, this is a military area, and there are patrolling sentries outside, once they are alarmed, the situation behind them will become very troublesome.

Under the influence of alcohol, most men have always slept deeply and sleep to death, but women are different. The weak and timid creature was startled by the sudden opening of the door, but the drowsiness was not completely dispelled, and she sat up and screamed in a hoarse voice, which was not enough to "disturb the people", but only to wake up the man who was sleeping beside her. In the backlight, Lynn only roughly saw the man's face, and his unusually calm attitude made him even glance at the clothes resting on the chair next to the bed, except for the jacket and bag, the weapon hanging at the entrance of the living room, and the pullover uniform and trousers worn indoors were all here. At the same time, hearing the slightly older female voice and the cry of a baby next door, Lynn was almost certain that it was Matsoff in the bed.

He had made up his mind not to beat a woman in this life, but now in order to prevent women from making louder and more piercing shouts, Lynn was determined to throw all the rules and ideas that bound him out of the clouds, he rushed to the bed with a pistol and arrows, and said coldly and viciously in jerky Russian: "Let you all die again!" ”

This "whole" obviously includes the old woman and the child next door.

Whether you understand or not, the woman was suddenly frightened by Lynn's appearance, the man struggled to resist, Lynn did not hesitate, and directly smashed the gun in his face with his hand, this hard blow may remind the other party of the nightmare he encountered when he was captured for the first time in the Battle of Berlin, only to hear him snort, the whole person fell back to the bed and then remained motionless, leaving the woman next to him to hold him and call him "Svalé".

The touch and the woman's call just now made Lynn 100% sure that this vulnerable guy was Matsoff. At this point, the apprehension, fear and anxiety of the chance encounter more than ten hours ago all disappeared, and three decisive shots were made, and three times almost instantaneous, Lynn gained unprecedented confidence and superiority in this unfortunate Soviet Russian military officer. The woman and the child were still crying, but the child's voice was clearly outnumbered, making the movement sound more like a child waking up crying in the middle of the night than a family being robbed by a gangster.

"If you are quiet, you can live."

Lynn said coldly to the woman on the bed, he turned to glance at the window, where the thick curtains should have been drawn, so he calmly turned around to find the electric light rope next to the door, pulled it with his free left hand, and faced the bed again, the middle-aged man who had fainted had a familiar face, the woman had shoulder-length curly hair, and she was quite handsome, wearing a light purple suspender pajamas, and the V-neck showed two white flowers.

"Pate, close the door, turn off the living room light." Lynn commanded in German, and when she heard this, the woman on the bed looked up at Lynn in fear, as if she had seen a devil escaping from hell, but Lynn's jet-black and shiny luger pistol, her man's fainting, and the safety of the child next door made her have no choice but to hold Matsoff and cry.

Pate turned off the door and the lights in the living room, and by the time he came over, the crying of the child next door had subsided considerably, and Lynn heard the woman sobbing and soothing the child, which was exactly what he wanted to see, so he said to Pate, "Pate, tie them up separately, gag their mouths, and tell this woman that we only want some information, and as long as they cooperate, we will not hurt anyone here." ”

Pate did so immediately, and the suspicious and fearless look in the woman's eyes when she was tied up reminded Lynn of Dinah. If one day she had suffered misfortune, she would have heard the news from someone else rather than seeing it with her own eyes.

After Pate tied the woman and Matsoff together, Lynn looked up at her watch, a little earlier than she expected, it was only 2:55 a.m., and there were still three or four hours before dawn, which was enough to pry some key information out of Matsoff's mouth. So he commanded, "Go and watch from the other side, and let Mance come over." ”

In terms of Russian proficiency, Pate and Finterrig should be almost the same, but when it comes to cleverness and ability, the latter's advantage is very obvious.

When Fenterrig came, Lynn moved to Matsoff, who was sitting at the head of the bed, and stretched out her cold hand and patted him lightly on the face, once, twice...... After the fifth shot, this guy came to consciousness, frowned and shook his head, the blow just now was really heavy, there was blood on the right side of his head, and the surrounding piece was already bruised and swollen.

In the bright light, Matsov blinked in pain, and when he saw the face in front of him, his eyes widened and he struggled to speak, but his hands and feet were tied, and his mouth was stuffed, and he could only whine helplessly.

Lynn smiled at him, then pulled the chair next to him and sat down unhurriedly, and said in Russian, "Long time no see, old friend!" ”

Matsov was like a bull in red cloth, his eyes bulged out, his mouth could not speak, he was panting for breath, and he was free from a beast that was almost mad.

"Want to fight with me? Your family's lives are now in my hands! Unable to express this sentence in Russian, which she had just learned, Lynn spoke German before motioning for Finterleg to translate for him.

Matsoff struggled violently, but when he calmed down a little and realized his situation, he twitched helplessly like a deflated pufferfish.

(To be continued)