Carter took out a stack of documents from a drawer and handed it to Mawson, "I have arranged a new identity for you, and I can provide you with some help in Moscow." ”

"I'm sorry Mawson, but now that manpower is tight, there's only so much I can do."

"The most important thing for you now is to take care of yourself, and leave the rest to me!" Mawson put the papers away, these things had helped him a lot, at least much better than his aimless search alone.

After separating from Carter, Mawson began to prepare for this trip, and with Howard, the weapons supplier, Mawson gave his equipment a simple upgrade.

And he also picked out a big Russian man among the nine agents, this guy is almost two meters tall, and when fully armed, he looks like a humanoid tank.

When he was ready, he flew directly to Moscow.

It was November 1944, and from the sky, the whole of Moscow was covered with snow.

As soon as he got off the plane, Mo Sen couldn't help but shrink his neck, with his current physique, although he couldn't completely live up to the cold and heat, this cold could still be resisted.

"Is that Mr. Mawson?" A Russian officer saw Mawson walking forward quickly and asked in English full of regional characteristics.

"I am, may I ask who you are?"

The answer to him was Mawson's standard Russian, and thanks to the benefits of the Chrono Express company, the main languages of the world are the same as Mosen's native language.

"We received a call from Ms. Carter, and I will cooperate with you on this trip to Moscow." The Russian officer offered to reach out.

"My name is Chekov!"

Chekov's politeness made Mawson feel good.

"Please, two of you, I've arranged a place for you to live, let's talk while we walk."

Mawson arrived in Moscow on a special plane, and except for some simple personal belongings, the rest were weapons and equipment obtained from Howard.

Two of the two bags were placed on the ground, and the two soldiers who followed Chekov wanted to come forward to help, but the two of them pulled slightly, and they did not pull with insufficient force.

"Don't bother, let's do it ourselves."

After Mawson finished speaking, No. 1 who followed him carried the two packages in his hands without changing his face.

Mawson renumbered all the agents, and the Russian man was assigned number one because of his size.

The corners of Chekov's eyes twitched slightly, the two soldiers he brought were also elites in the army, with a strong physique and full of strength in their hands.

Even if he didn't use enough strength at first, looking at the other party's relaxed appearance, he felt that it was a bit exaggerated.

"Is there any new news about Isa Gregory?" Mawson asked.

Chekov shook his head.

"Signs of his activity have been seen in the vicinity of the Vocramsk Plain, of course, not to confirm his whereabouts, but to find some traces of the activities of the Thule Cult."

"After further tracking and probing, we zeroed in on a bar called Horn, where intelligence officers analyzed that a group of strange people had appeared."

"We suspect it's Isa Gregory and his minions!"

Hearing Chekov's news, Mawson was overjoyed, "Since we already have clues, then what are we waiting for, let's go now!" ”

"Uh......" Chekov hesitated.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry, but we have limited manpower, so we can't provide you with any support other than me and these soldiers."

"In fact, there had been opposition from above to the dispatch of men to investigate Gregory's whereabouts at this time, and the war had come to an end, and Hitler was losing one after another."

"All the focus now should be on the war against ***, and it is widely believed that Grigory is nothing more than a clown compared to Hitler."

Mawson didn't care about it on his face, in fact, there were outsiders present, and it was inconvenient for him to make a move, so he borrowed the slope to get off the donkey.

"It's okay, I understand your difficulties, give me a contact information, and then tell me the address of that bar, and I'll take care of the rest."

Chekov looked a little embarrassed, but perhaps because of the situation, he pulled out a map, marked the location for Mawson, and gave him some precautions.

"I've got you guys with an off-road vehicle full of gas and some weapons on it, and I have to warn you."

"The people near the Vokramsk Plain are very xenophobic, you try to be careful not to clash with the local residents, we are caught in the middle, it will be a little difficult......"

Mawson patted Chekov on the shoulder, "Don't worry, I'm just going to investigate some clues." ”

After everything was explained, Mawson didn't waste any more time, he and Agent 1 were both physically powerful monsters, and things like jet lag were also omitted, loaded things into the jeep, and then drove out according to the instructions on the map.

Soon it disappeared into the white snow.

"He's a nice guy."

Watching Mawson and No. 1 go away, Chekov let out a white breath, "When is this snow going to fall?" He looked up at the sky, and the politeness on his face vanished.

At this moment, a soldier quickly ran to Chekov's side, gave a military salute, and whispered.

"Colonel! The general has something to look for you! ”

Chekov nodded, "Lead the way." ”

It didn't take long for the two of them to arrive in a luxuriously and warm office.

The firewood crackled in the fireplace, and Chekov took off his hat and stood in front of a middle-aged fat man with a slightly chubby body and heavy bags under his eyes.

"General, are you looking for me?"

The middle-aged fat man poured a glass of wine and motioned for Chekov to sit down, "Warm up with a glass of wine." ”

"Tell me, how are things arranged?"

"I've given the target location to that Mawson, he should be able to get to the Horn Bar before evening, and his fanfare over is sure to cause a conflict."

Chekov tilted his head and drank the wine from his glass.

"Didn't arouse the suspicion of the other party, did you?"

Chekov nodded, "Don't worry, General, I follow the normal process, even if he sees some clues, I can blame the intelligence error." ”

The middle-aged fat man nodded, "This thing is good, send someone to keep an eye on it, and notify me at any time if there is news." ”

Chekov stood up, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Do you need me to do something in secret?" ”

The general shook his head, "No need, Carter's woman is very shrewd, she can't let her see the clues, we have to be careful, only by hiding in the shadows can we do good things for the leader." ”

Chekov looked stunned.

"Long live the Cult of Thule!!"

At this moment, Mawson was driving over a snowy field, and he frowned, not knowing what he was thinking.