Matsoff didn't recognize him on the spot, Lynn was sure, but maybe sometime, maybe when he saw the wound on his shoulder in the shower, maybe when he was annoyed by the inconvenience of dressing, he would suddenly realize that the face he had caught glimpsed by chance was the one who would gnash his teeth when he dreamed. Far from ruining Matsov's military career by being captured twice and persecuted by the enemy, he must have searched for Lynn's whereabouts in German prisoner-of-war camps after his promotion to general.

After thinking about it, Lynn said anxiously to Fenterrig: "We can't live here, and the identity we used to register at the main station can no longer be used." Damn it, why did this guy come back again, and he happened to run into it! ”

Finterrieg leaned against the door and listened to the movement outside for a moment, then deliberately reassured, "Don't worry, sir, they should be gone." You've just put on a beard and painted your eyebrows, and I don't think the person will recognize you. Unless...... You've known each other very well, but he was only your captive, wasn't he? ”

Lynn looked up and sighed: "Momentary pleasure brings endless troubles!" Originally...... Did I shoot him in the shoulder, and you just didn't notice that his arms were a little stiff? ”

Finterrig thought about the situation and said regretfully, "If it were me, I would be extremely impressed with you." Well, sir, I'll go to the main station and see if there's any chance of stealing the register, and then find another place to settle you, how about it?" ”

Lynn walked over to the window and peered out through the curtains, where he soon saw Matsov and the lieutenant in a small car, this time supposed to be the real drive away.

"Go ahead! I don't want to stay here any longer! ”

Finterrig didn't reply, but went out softly. In this era before computers and the Internet, the hotel front desk still relies on manual notes to register guest information, and trying to get rid of the registration book should be able to hide his identity information - of course, he does not rule out that the waitress in charge of registration at the front desk has a super memory, and can remember the main information on her Swiss passport very accurately, so that Matsov can still notify the station and the airport when he looks back and wants to leave the country by these conventional means, and he will be recognized and captured by them.

The situation is really not optimistic! Lynn said to herself depressedly. Damn Andri, if he hadn't instigated him in every possible way, he wouldn't have come to this point. With Lorentz. Compared with a humble gentleman like Bach, he is a villain with realistic interests at all, hiding a knife in his smile and unscrupulous means, and in the future, it is no longer as simple as being cautious and guarding against him, and he must fully foresee the bad points he may make in everything, and then seize the initiative and even counterattack, otherwise, even if he is a nine-life cat, he will not be able to endure this hardship.

About twenty minutes later, Finterrig returned to the room, smirking and showing Lynn the album torn from the main desk register. At that time, I saw that the waiter at the front desk only registered and copied such a copy. Just in case, Lynn took out a lighter and burned it herself, and even the ashes were washed down the drain.

"Well done, Mans. Let's go! ”

Fenterrig put away his smile at Lynn's simple but heartfelt compliment, and solemnly helped Lynn nudge his beard so that it would stay more obediently on his upper lip, and then said, "I'll go ahead, and as long as I don't look back, you can keep going, but pretend that we don't know each other, because you're a different person now." We met in the parking lot to the west of the hotel. ”

The effect of this disguised makeup was not yet as effective, but Lynn still nodded in acceptance.

Carrying a small suitcase that was more decorated than used, Lynn once again entered the "sea water", which he was not good at and did not like, and walked down the corridor with unprecedented nervousness, but fortunately this time there were no more accidents, and he walked out of the hotel gate smoothly, and went straight down the walkway next to the flower bed to the parking lot. Because it is a large hotel that concentrates on entertaining international guests, the cars here can also be called the international brand, Ford of the United States, Rolls-Royce of the United Kingdom, Renault of France, Gass of the Soviet Union, etc., but you can't see Mercedes-Benz and Volkswagen in Germany.

Finterrig drove an old Gas, which was hardly on par with the more mainstream cars of the era, either in terms of masturbation or comfort, but its greatest advantage was that it was unobtrusive on the streets of Leningrad. After getting into the car, Lynn's heart, which he felt much more fragile in Soviet Russia, was finally relieved from his tense state, and until the door of the hotel was completely out of sight, he continued to look through the rearview mirror - always feeling that it would not take long for Matsov to remember, and then rushed to the hotel with a large group of soldiers to arrest people.

In the car, Fenterrig said: "The waiter who registered us at the main desk, the little Russian girl, felt that she was still relatively smart, and I was worried that she would remember our names and appearances, so ...... I want to send you to our secret hideout, and then come back for a chance to kill her, so that you can be safe. What do you think, sir? ”

This is also what Lynn thought before, he suddenly felt that Finterlig was still very agile and flexible as an intelligence officer, and Major Mitigo, the intelligence officer of the remnants of the Imperial Intelligence Network in Soviet Russia, and Finterrig's top boss, left a good impression on Lynn. These escaping the investigation and arrest from the thousands of Soviet spies at the beginning and persevering can be said to be the real essence of the large-scale but inefficient intelligence network in those days, and now they are the only external eyes and ears that the empire can rely on. Therefore, he kindly advised:

"It's best to be able to kill it, but you must take your own safety as the premise, and you really don't have a chance! At most, I stayed at home every day, and was evacuated by secret route with the contingent from Finland. ”

Fenterrig, who was driving, smiled at this, took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it himself, and in a short time the car left the city and drove on a relatively narrow country road, which, despite the snow on the side of the road, was rarely muddy and rugged, much less like the mudflats of the war documentary footage that confused the Germans.

The Leningrad countryside is slightly dilapidated compared to the Western countries Lynn came into contact with, and traces of war can still be seen everywhere - abandoned houses, broken walls strewn with bullet holes, and the occasional wooden pile, barbed wire, and concrete bunkers. Due to the fundamental differences in economic systems, there are no German-style farms in sight, almost all of the fields are relatively open, and in the cold winter, they are empty and rarely inhabited. About a dozen kilometers out of the city, the car drove into a small repair shop, which occupied only a small piece of land on the side of the road, with a sign written in Russian, and Lynn roughly recognized it as a certain farm mechanic station, which was a strange and distant way of naming it to him, and he vaguely heard the majestic music peculiar to the Red regime, drifting through the fields through the old-fashioned radio.

There was a tracked farm tractor and a rather dilapidated truck parked in the machine repair station, and only one worker in suspenders was working in the winter, and when he saw that Fenterrig had brought someone back, he asked about the situation in Russian, and the Russian training for a while did not bring enough benefits to Lynn, and he could only barely understand a small part.

After answering in Russian, Fenterrig led Lynn into the machine station. Externally, it is divided into two floors, with a repair garage below and an attic with a double-sided slope roof. Ascending the stairs, Lynn saw Major Mitigo sitting at a table with another man whom she had never met, the curtains drawn so tightly that the light was dim, and they had to rely on kerosene lamps for lighting. The attic was cramped, with beds for up to seven or eight people sleeping side by side on the window side, a heating stove common in Northern Europe in the middle, a metal pot with a pointed spout was silently bubbling white, and a strange smell was in the air.

"Excuse me!" Lynn shrugged apologetically.

"Chief Gargo, ...... you" Major Mitigo looked at Lynn and Finterrig with a little surprise, in fact, he could roughly guess the situation before his subordinates explained.

After a brief briefing by Fenterrig, Lynn added: "The Russian general's hatred of me is extraordinary, and I am afraid that he will react by this time and take someone back to the hotel, so Mance proposes to kill the receptionist, I think it's up to you to decide!" ”

Major Mitigo pondered alone for a moment, and then commanded the young man sitting across from him: "You can run with Mance!" When you get there, don't rush in, now observe the situation from the periphery, and wait for the waiter to come out of work, it's better not to use a gun, you can cause a traffic accident or something, then the car doesn't have to drive back, find a remote forest to dispose of. You can decide the specific situation according to the situation, be flexible! ”

Without hesitation, the two youths took over the task and left, and a moment later Lynn heard the sound of the gas car starting and finally leaving, and he sat down by the stove to warm up, and said to Mitigo, "I hope this operation will not fail because of me." ”

On his own turf, Mitigo's expression was much calmer, he poured a cup of hot water for Lynn, and said: "I heard from Chief Andriy about your amazing achievements before, and the presence of the chief is a great encouragement to us, and we all believe that this time we will be able to succeed." ”

Lynn smiled wryly.

"By the way, sir, what's the name of that Russian general you're talking about?" Mitigo asked.

"Matsov, Svale. Ji Ya. Matsov! Lynn remembered the name well, not only because it was the first big fish she caught, but also because it was so easy to pronounce that the feud between the two was doomed.

"Oh, Matsov, I've heard of this guy, he's now a high-ranking officer in the logistics department of the Leningrad Military District, and he definitely has what we want in his head."

Mitigo may have just said this, and had no intention of breaking ground on Tai Sui's head, but as if he was rebounding from enemy fire on the battlefield, Lynn suddenly felt that he might try to capture Matsov for the third time - that would definitely break him!

(To be continued)