In the early morning of the next day, the three people packed up the gasoline stove and sleeping bags and continued on their way.
Last night, Jiang Chen was on the last shift. After he got in the car, he closed his eyes, leaned his head against the window, and slept for a while. However, when he woke up, he found that his face was on Natasha's lap.
Although it was separated by jeans, the elasticity was quite good.
"I suddenly realized that your sleeping face is quite cute." Natasha met Jiang Chen's eyes and smiled mischievously.
Jiang Chen rubbed his eyes and sat up, yawned, and asked vaguely.
"Speaking of which, what's the date today?"
"It's April 25th," Ayesha, who was driving, answered.
"It's already April 25th?" Jiang Chen looked at the scenery flying by outside the window and the smoke rising from the south, then said, "Let's go back in a few days. I always feel that something big is going to happen here."
What's more, it would be May 4th in a little more than a week, and the Stingray flying to the UFO should arrive. He was still quite curious about what the UFO was. Human exploration of extraterrestrial civilization had been going on for nearly half a century. During this period, countless postcards symbolizing friendship were sent to the universe, but they had never received a response.
Even in the timeline of the apocalypse, Jiang Chen had never heard of any records of extraterrestrial civilization. If the UFO really came from an extraterrestrial civilization, then this year would be the first year of close contact between human civilization and extraterrestrial civilization.
"What are you thinking about?" Natasha gently poked Jiang Chen's arm.
Jiang Chen smiled.
"I'm thinking … about something far away."
They were getting closer and closer to the Russian-Ukrainian border. In order to avoid the patrol of the border guards, Ayesha released the drone again. After confirming the patrol route of the Ukrainian border guards, she found the right time to start the car and rushed over.
On the way to the border, Jiang Chen also saw ragged stowaways. Most of them were poor people who were displaced because of the war, and some were deserters from the front line. From their lifeless eyes, there was almost no hope of survival.
Perhaps a bad memory was evoked, Ayesha's expression was a bit subtle, and she slightly increased the speed.
Someone waved to stop the car, but they did not stop. There were all kinds of people among the refugees, and no one could be sure who really needed help, and who had evil intentions. Furthermore, there were simply too many people here. It was impossible for them to save everyone.
Jiang Chen withdrew his gaze from the refugees outside the window and looked at his watch.
It was almost eleven o 'clock. It shouldn't be a problem to cross the border before lunchtime. Maybe they could even have a hot lunch in the Russian town on the other side.
Just then, a message from the Ghost Agents headquarters was sent to his watch.
There were only four words in the message.
[Rescue successful]
…
In the eyes of the neighbors, Mario Melnikov was just a coffee shop owner, but few people knew the other side of this kind Slavic uncle. In addition to being a good coffee grinder, he also served as an informant for the Russian Federal Security Service's underground intelligence network in Kiev.
In the entire intelligence system of Kiev, he played the role of a microphone. Technically speaking, he was the intelligence transfer station. He was responsible for assigning tasks from his superiors to the informants, and at the same time, organizing the information investigated by the informants and transmitting the information back to the receiving station on the Russian-Ukrainian border through encrypted radio broadcasts.
As usual, Mario made breakfast for himself, turned on the TV, and prepared to watch the news while eating breakfast. Then he drove to the shop to work. Recently, he heard that a Ukrainian officer named Skanov was transferred back to the capital. His true identity was an informant for the Russian Federal Security Service.
Just as Mario was thinking about what tasks to assign him, the doorbell rang.
After he heard the doorbell, he was slightly taken aback.
It was eight o 'clock in the morning, and no neighbor would visit at this time.
Thinking of this, he became slightly vigilant. He carefully walked to the door and looked outside through the peephole.
Two men in black trench coats were standing at the door. The man in the lead wore a round hat, and his sharp face looked very capable. A hooked nose was particularly eye-catching. From his appearance, Mario immediately analyzed two pieces of information.
First, both of them had guns in their pockets.
Second, the man in the lead was a soldier.
Seeing that the door didn't open, the man impatiently pressed the doorbell again, and at the same time, he gestured to the deputy next to him. The deputy understood and walked to the side.
Mario was very clear that his deputy was now at the back of his house, most likely to prevent him from escaping from the back.
Seeing this scene, it was clear to him that the other party was not here to investigate and collect evidence. He was afraid that they already had enough evidence and were here to arrest him.
Mario cursed under his breath, hurriedly picked up a pair of shoes from the ground, put them on, and ran in the direction of the stairs.
When he just ran to the second floor, he hadn't taken two steps when a loud bang came from the living room.
Obviously, when the man found that there was no response after pressing the doorbell three times, he realized that something was wrong and decisively chose to break in.
Mario quickly ran back to the bedroom and took out a Glock pistol and two clips from under the bed. He ran to the bathroom while loading the clip and opening the safety. After he rushed into the bathroom, he locked the steel glass door, and then went into the bathroom.
Behind the bathroom curtain, there was a wooden door that he specially designed for escape. He never thought that he would use this thing one day. But just as he took out the key and was about to open the door, the bathroom door squeaked and was gently pushed open.
He abruptly turned around and raised his gun. The muzzle of the gun trembled as it swayed.
Although he had received military training, he had never killed anyone, and he never thought that he would one day fight with a gun. After all, he was just a clerk, and he didn't have to risk his life to collect intelligence. He was just a civilian before he became a Russian agent.
No one came in through the open door. Mario gasped and tried to stop his hands from shaking.
However, at this moment, his eyes suddenly blurred, and the gun was removed. Before he could react, his hands were pressed against the edge of the bathtub. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free from the hands that were locked behind him.
He did not know when, but a figure appeared behind him. Like a ghost, he did not even know where she came from.
"Don't move."
"It's a friendly force."
She controlled herself with only one hand. Mario noticed that there was a dagger in her other hand, and the dagger was stained with blood that hadn't been wiped off.
There was no doubt that the blood was fresh.
When he saw the blood on the dagger, he felt relieved.
If he was right, the blood should be left by the person who broke in …
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