February 21, 1946, Leningrad city.

When he first arrived in the territory of the Soviet Union, the rousing tune of "Unbreakable Alliance" wafted in his ears from time to time, and Lynn followed Mance closely. Major Fenterrig Mitigo was assigned to himself as an intelligence officer as an interpreter. Approaching the annual Red Army Day, many international people gathered in the former capital of Tsarist Russia, but when he checked in at the designated international hotel, he still felt uneasy when he saw the vigilant service personnel in military uniforms or civilian clothes. At this time, although he had a Swiss passport that he had just gotten, and he could only speak German and English, as a former SS member, the grievances and grievances with the Soviets on the Eastern Front were too deep, and he always felt very uncomfortable in every cell of his body in the land of his mortal enemy.

After finally waiting for Fenterrig, who was using the fake identity of a Belarusian as a cover, to check into the hotel, Lynn was eager to enter her room immediately and close the doors and windows to keep herself isolated from the Russians around her. In this way, around the corner, he looked coldly at an old face, Svalé. Ji Ya. Matsov, the Soviet colonel he had twice captured in the Battle of Berlin, was now dressed in a general's uniform and was saying goodbye to a middle-aged man in a black suit, with a young burly adjutant standing beside him.

Lynn almost lost her soul, a heart hanging in her throat, and walked up the stairs as quickly as she could, keeping her head down.

Fortunately, Matsoff's attention was focused on the guest in front of him, and he did not turn his head to glance at Lynn at the critical moment, and his adjutant, although he saw Lynn and Fenterrig, did not have any doubts about their basically normal behavior.

Finally going upstairs, opening the door, and entering the house, Lynn cautiously looked sideways into the hallway to make sure that no one was following, and then closed the door with relief, feeling her blood pressure rush to the extreme.

This damn Andri!

Lynn cursed indignantly at the seemingly reliable intelligence chief, who was not good at marching in the snow, and praised the commander of Thor's task force, but finally could not escape Andri's feminine hand. Feng. Berning had been delaying the Swiss passport for a long time earlier, but it was done at this time and sent it quickly, and the direct order from the base camp also arrived at the juncture, clearly requiring Lynn to come to the field with full command. With the wooden plan in place, Andriy pretended to give Lynn a trick: he came to the Soviet Union as a representative of the Swiss military-industrial complex to discuss the joint development of weapons, stayed in the best international hotel in Leningrad in a grand manner, disguised his identity, realized his command on the ground, and had the opportunity to get some inside information that would be beneficial to the operation.

Lynn, with a thousand reluctances, was eventually put on a flight from Helsinki to Leningrad. Considering the great risk of the operation, Andriy also vowed to keep it a secret from Dinah for the time being, so that she would not be overly worried. To this end, he and Courtland and others would continue to stay in Finland until Lynn's triumph after the operation.

Although the trip was rushed, Andri, the chief intelligence officer, personally arranged it, and Lynn arrived at Leningrad Airport after identity verification, met and then arrived at the hotel, the journey was very smooth. As for Matsov, this should belong to the unforeseen accident of the plan, an absolute accident.

After conducting the most basic anti-snooping checks in the house, the capable Mance . As he spoke, Fenterrig took out a map from his pocket: "Sir, according to the information we have found, the military parade will be held at 10 a.m. on February 23, and at noon the leaders of Soviet Russia will have lunch with the main generals of the army at the Pavlovsky barracks next to Victory Square, and in the evening there will be a banquet for international guests, at the Peter's Palace in the western suburbs, that is, the summer palace of Tsarist Russia. We have pre-surveyed several routes that the car in which the leader of Soviet Russia may have traveled, you see! ”

The estimated route has been marked with colored lines on the ordinary tourist map, and as for the time of the convoy, it should be the period between lunch and dinner.

"In terms of personnel and equipment, we can put up to 12 people in the battle, and the contingent from the Finnish side is expected to arrive tomorrow, and the total number of combatants will be 50, and we have 11 rifles, 7 submachine guns, 1 light machine gun, 1 heavy machine gun, 48 grenades, 1 mortar and 6 shells, and 200 pounds of explosives." Finterrig whispered quickly.

Lynn is not in a hurry to express her opinion, but tries to digest the information received from the other party with a cool head. But just then, there was a knock on the door.

The two looked up at each other, and both could see from each other's eyes that neither had anyone arranged, Lynn quickly put away the map, and Finterrig asked in Russian, "Who?" ”

The person outside replied in Russian, and a female voice was heard.

"Said it was a hotel waiter, and the front desk made the wrong room just now." Fenterrig whispered to Lynn in German.

Operating in Leningrad in broad daylight, neither of them was carrying weapons. Lynn motioned for Fenterrig to wait, tiptoe to the bathroom and turn on the faucet, then cover the bathroom door and flash sideways behind the closet.

Fenterrig opened the door.

If someone had forced their way in, they would have been observed until there were only two people in the suite, and one of them would rush to the bathroom at the door, at which point Lynn would come out from behind the closet to rescue Fenterrig and rush out with one of them, which was a last resort. Thankfully, that didn't happen, and Finterrig talked to the visitor at the door, then closed the door again.

"Sir!" He whispered, "The waiter said that this room has been booked out in advance, and the front desk didn't figure out the situation just now, so now we have to ask us to move to the empty room downstairs, which is the same specification and orientation." ”

Whether this was a way of counterintelligence on the Russian side, Lynn did not know, but Matsov was downstairs just now. During the Battle of Berlin, he almost lost his arms, and killed several Soviet Russian officers who gave up resistance in front of him, and later killed more than half a dozen Soviet soldiers on the battlefield in order to save Tanze.

Seeing that Lynn was so hesitant and worried, Fenterrig asked, "What's wrong?" Sir! ”

Lynn frowned: "The Soviet general downstairs just now was once my prisoner, he will definitely recognize me." ”

This is not a trivial matter, and Fenterrig thought for a moment, "I have a way! ”

Lynn watched curiously as he poured out some small props from the small dark compartment on the heel, fake beard, small eyebrow pencil and some things that he didn't know the content of, and suddenly realized. If you had known that there was today, you should have done a trick of changing your appearance before leaving Finland, and the safety factor is naturally higher than that of on-site finishing.

As he played with the props, Finterrig asked, "You didn't have a beard then, did you?" ”

Lynn thought about it very carefully: "There is stubble, but it shouldn't be much. ”

Gluing Lynn's mustache, Fenterrig painted his eyebrows with an eyebrow pencil again, and the movements of his hands were so light and swift that he didn't look like a man, and in less than three minutes, he took two steps back and looked at it, nodded in satisfaction, and said, "Okay, you can go to the bathroom and have a look." ”

Could it be that the quick transfiguration technique in the movie is real? With such doubts, Lynn walked into the bathroom quickly and looked in the mirror, and the effect was obviously not as exaggerated as imagined. I am still myself, but I have a slightly thicker beard, and my eyebrows look curvature and thickness, at best, it is the difference between a modern woman's surname going out with makeup and no makeup.

"Is that okay?" He asked, not quite reassuringly.

The makeup artist is full of confidence: "It should be fine!" I'll go to the main desk to go through the formalities now, you wait here, I'll get the key and call you again, by the way, see if the Russian general downstairs is still there. ”

Lynn nodded "yes".

After Fenterrig left, Lynn went into the bathroom and looked at the mirror for a while, feeling that the edge of the beard was slightly rough, and if she looked closer, she could still tell that it was a fake beard pasted on, and the treatment of the eyebrows was superficial, and the degree of change in appearance was not very large. However, after all, all this was done without special preparation, and judging from the guys that Fenterrig carried at any time, intelligence work is really not something that everyone can easily do, and it is necessary not only to have tracking and reconnaissance capabilities, but also to have good anti-tracking and anti-reconnaissance skills.

After waiting for about five minutes, Fenterrig returned, and made an OK gesture to Lynn as he entered. Lynn took a small suitcase with the usual supplies, lowered the round-brimmed gentleman's hat slightly, and left the room after him—at this moment, he felt like a man who did not know the name of water and jumped into the sea, and despite the help of lifebuoys and companions, he was still full of fear of such an environment, and even feared that a shark or electric eel would emerge from underwater.

When I went down the stairs and turned to the side where Matsov had been standing, there was no one in the hallway, and the door to the room where the middle-aged man was closed. Continuing to walk with Fenterrig, watching him calmly pull out the keys from his pocket, Lynn only took a deep breath through his nostrils, but the heavy snort did not really soothe his emotions.

Seeing that Fenterrig had inserted the key into the keyhole, there were suddenly footsteps behind him and the sound of a man speaking in Russian, which sounded a little rude and hurried, and there was a sense of déjà vu. Lynn was shocked, although he stood still, his back was already filled with a thick chill, when he vented his depression, anger, and resentment on the battlefield on the Russians, he never thought that he would have such a day, should he say that the road is narrow, or is it the turn of return?

The lock wasn't lubricated enough, so Fenterrig shook it twice before opening it, then leaned sideways to give way and look behind him. As a superficial citizen of the Soviet Union, facing a general wearing a medal should at least show the most basic respect, and seeing his companion like this, burying his head forward seems too abnormal, Lynn had to hold his breath and turn his head, facing Matsov, who was less than five meters away, he paused slightly, calmly took off his hat, bowed slightly, smiled, and waited until the other party also smiled politely before entering the door.

(To be continued)