The layout of the Anchorage Line is relatively dim, and the corridors made of steel and concrete, except for the occasional patrol, there are no scattered creatures to be seen. It was a strictly forbidden military area, and if it weren't for the patrols that had to be there at a certain time, anyone who appeared in the area would be a suspicious spy, an agent, or even an American traitor influenced by Soviet communist ideology.

Major Leslie strode forward down the hallway, the dim light shining overhead, as if his face was hidden under a large-brimmed hat. But his eyes sparkled, and he looked at the corridor in front of him as if he were looking at it with a faint lamp. He seemed to notice something, and his pace quickened a little, and he didn't pay attention to the few patrol soldiers who walked past him and nodded at him.

"It's really, really, unpleasant." He muttered slowly, and as if unintentionally, he turned and came to another hallway. The hallway in front of him was even darker, with lights only one every dozen meters, and emitting a minimum of light. But he still walked forward, and the smile on the corner of his mouth slowly curled, some of which were unclear, as if he was expressionless as before, and there were also some formulaic smiles.

Right in front of him, a team of Anchorage elites was walking over with rifles, and looking at the burly and elite appearance, you can know that all of them are real elite troops from the American Federation. They were currently on patrol, and even when they saw Major Leslie walking alone, they all watched his movements vigilantly, but there was no excessive movement. Just nodded slowly. Even the hand holding the rifle was raised in a formal salute.

To all this. Major Leslie expressed his understanding that this was the most heavily defended area of the Anchorage Line, and even in his capacity as the person in charge of intelligence on the Anchorage Line, he could not command this group of soldiers in the slightest during non-critical incidents. But he looked at these burly soldiers, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled into a formulaic smile, and he walked over and nodded gently: "Your patrol mission has been temporarily canceled, everyone come with me." ”

"Major Leslie. We did not receive an order from the command. ”

The patrol leader at the front frowned slightly, and he was a little puzzled by Major Leslie's orders, but he did not have the slightest suspicion of the most important right-hand man beside the commander in front of him. It had been nearly three months since he came to the Anchorage Line, but he still knew quite well about the authority of this Major Leslie, and he did not take the initiative to disobey him, just coughed lightly, frowned and asked, "Is there something going on?" ”

"A little investigation, about the rumors that are going on in the barracks, I think you've heard those words."

Nod slowly. Major Leslie raised his over-brimmed hat on his head, his faint smile as if talking about everyday life. But there is a sternness in the tone that cannot be refused. His gaze swept over the Anchorage elite who was a little at a loss, and he slowly walked forward sideways, while saying without looking back: "Keep up, it seems that you are really going to take a psychological test." He said as he spoke, his brows furrowed slightly: "You'd better hurry up, I don't want to send someone to your dormitory to find you." ”

"Yes, sir." The Anchorage elite face drooped the corners of his mouth slightly, turned his head to look at the equally depressed companions next to him, and couldn't help but shrug helplessly. But he didn't say anything, just turned around and walked quickly towards Major Leslie with the nine patrolmen behind him, and at the same time asked in a sullen voice in a helpless voice, "Sir, can we report this matter?" ”

"What do you think, my dear corporal?"

A smile curled up at the corner of Major Leslie's mouth, and he slowly stood still, turning to look at the ten Anchorage elites who followed behind him, but his gaze swept over the seemingly absent figure in the dim place behind him, and a little sweat stain already appeared on his palms. However, there was no expression on his face, and there was not even the slightest movement in his eyes, he just looked up slightly at the Anchorage elites who were dodging his eyes, and nodded faintly: "If you know, then continue to follow me, maybe we can end this test within an hour." ”

"Of course, sir." Although those elites of Anchorage were extremely brave, they were still a little helpless and frustrated with the person in charge of intelligence in front of them. However, they remembered a lot of rumors that appeared in the barracks before, and their hearts were also slightly cold, although they also scoffed at this, but now that they think about it, these rumors are spreading in the Anchorage Line, and it is obvious that they should never be.

They followed Major Leslie briskly forward, knowing that around the corner of the hallway, there was a prayer room, which of course also served as a psychological counseling center. Major Leslie, who was walking in front, slowed down slightly, turned his head to look at the toilet next to him, turned to look at them, and nodded lightly to them: "Unfortunately gentlemen, I want to go to the toilet, if you don't want to cause other trouble, you'd better keep your mouth shut." ”

"Yes, sir."

The ten Anchorage elites also replied in unison a little helplessly, but looking at the hazy eyes of the intelligence director in front of them, they were also quite weak. At the same time, they also saw that around the corner, the comrades of the same patrol team looked at them with gloating expressions on their faces, standing quietly outside the toilet.

But Major Leslie, as if he already knew their intentions, turned his head to look at the other patrol that had hurriedly left around the corner, and the afterglow swept over the dim area in the corner, and the cold sweat on his palms became more and more. But he still forcibly held his expression, stretched out his hand and pointed at these elite patrolmen, pointing over one by one, and his tone was also with a certain seriousness: "It's better not to play tricks." ”

Then he slowly walked into the toilet, and at the same time closed the toilet door outside, completely blocking the view from the outside. But when he came to the toilet, his face was still normal, he knew that there was a hidden camera in the toilet, but he also knew that there was a dead end in the corner, and that dead end happened to be associated with a ventilation port. He took a deep breath, slowly opened the independent toilet in the corner, reached out and easily removed the aluminum ventilation window, and the whole person directly kicked against the wall and quickly climbed up. (To be continued.) )