When they entered the rural area of Donetsk, the road suddenly became bumpy. The two sides of the street were in ruins. For a moment, Jiang Chen even had the illusion that he was in the apocalypse.
Under the ruins, traces of living people could be vaguely seen. The people who had nowhere to go set up simple shacks in their destroyed homes and looked at the patrolling soldiers with hostility.
As they continued forward, the road condition worsened.
Nick had no choice but to park the car next to a house and call Markanov.
Not long after, a soldier with a rifle found them.
"Borris, second lieutenant." When the short-haired guy saw Jiang Chen, he saluted. "I was sent by General Markanov to greet you."
"Jiang Chen." Jiang Chen simply stated his name and shook his hand with a smile.
His hand was covered in calluses. It was obvious that he was a veteran who had experienced hundreds of battles.
Withdrawing his hand, Boris nodded.
"Please follow me."
He took out a black briefcase from the car as Jiang Chen and Nick followed him.
But what they didn't know was that around 400 meters from where they parked, there was a body lying on the side of the road.
His military uniform and equipment had been stripped off. His pupils were dilated and dilated, and there was a bloody hole on his forehead.
…
The wreckage of armored vehicles and tanks. This was the crossfire zone.
A girl of few words walked by on the deserted street.
Her entire body was covered in black with only her thin lips exposed under the shadow of the cape. She carried a guitar case on her back like a musician walking in the ruins.
She rolled up the sleeve of her right hand. A wristwatch-shaped computer gently flashed with a faint light.
It was the EP.
On the screen was the map of the area. Using radio signals to map out the tactical map was one of the EP's overpowered abilities.
Yesterday, she had already walked around this area once. The little blue dot on the map was the coordinates of the transmitter Jiang Chen carried on him.
"Is it here?" Ayesha murmured to herself as she silently walked to the half-destroyed residential building.
"That place is very dangerous. It was hit by a shell a few days ago, and it could collapse at any time —" A refugee curled up on the side tried to warn the girl, but the girl only glanced at him and pulled out her gun.
The refugee threw up his hands in horror and backed away.
"Leave."
Perhaps the person understood Ayesha's English as he tried to take two steps back. Seeing that she had no intention of shooting, he turned around and ran.
Seeing that the unrelated people had left, she put away her pistol, carried her guitar case, and turned to go upstairs.
Ayesha nimbly climbed up the broken stairs and easily reached the top floor.
It was the same as what he learned in the virtual reality training system.
He opened the guitar case, took out the parts of the sniper rifle, and skillfully connected the barrel.
After some adjustments, she took out a city camouflage cloak and put it on. She laid on the dusty ground and set up the sci-fi Ghost sniper rifle.
"Ayesha is in position," Ayesha, who was lying on the ground, muttered to herself.
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"Alright, stay on standby."
Jiang Chen gently held his ear, put his wrist to his lips, and whispered.
Boris led the way. Nick walked on the side and observed the surroundings without a word. Jiang Chen, on the other hand, looked very relaxed as if he didn't feel like he was in the frontline.
On the bumpy dirt road, there was a row of two-meter-tall wooden planks that formed a simple fence. On the frontline, this thing was usually used to interfere with snipers' reconnaissance or sneak attacks.
"How much longer?" Jiang Chen glanced at the stalled tank on the side of the road and shouted to Boris who was walking in front.
"Soon, it's just ahead." Boris gave a very vague answer.
"Also, can I ask you a personal question?" Jiang Chen walked beside him and asked with a smile.
"Of course, if it doesn't involve sensitive information."
"What's your position in the 92nd Mechanized Infantry Brigade?" From the calluses on his hands, this guy must be quite skilled.
"I'm currently serving as General Markanov's personal guard." Boris's English was fluent, and he could understand Jiang Chen's English, which was only slightly higher than the sixth level.
"Oh? Then your marksmanship must be pretty good. "Jiang Chen looked at him in surprise.
"It's okay." Boris didn't seem to want to continue the topic, but he paused and added, "I'm his nephew."
The three continued forward for a while, but at that moment, Nick, who was looking at the side of the road, frowned and stopped.
He, who had been silent, suddenly interrupted, "Has the 92nd Mechanized Infantry Brigade advanced this far?"
"Of course not." Boris shrugged and said something that the two of them didn't understand.
Nick reacted the fastest as his hand instantly reached for his waist. But Boris, who was prepared, was one step faster as the rifle in his hand was already aimed at him.
"I advise you not to move. Other than the one in my hand, there's another one a few hundred meters away pointing at you." Boris grinned and said in a relaxed tone, but his eyes looked at Jiang Chen. "I'm very sorry, Mr. Jiang, someone wants to talk to you."
"Who?" Jiang Chen smiled and asked in the same relaxed tone.
Obviously, this Boris was a fake. Markanov did send someone over, but they were intercepted on the road and replaced with this Boris?
Although Jiang Chen already expected trouble, he didn't think the trouble didn't come from Markanov, but from a force he had never seen before.
The radio communication was intercepted, and the other party's strength was obviously not weak. But even if he knew this, Jiang Chen's face didn't change at all as he looked at Boris with a smile.
Boris didn't answer Jiang Chen's question and looked at him with slight surprise. "Mr. Jiang, aren't you worried about your own safety?"
"Safety? Why should I be worried? " Jiang Chen pretended to be surprised and opened his hands. "Since you want to kidnap me, aren't you going to ensure my safety?"
Boris seemed to be amused by Jiang Chen's logic as he grinned and raised his left hand to make a gesture.
A few people walked out from the shadows on the side. Based on their skilled movements and professional posture, these guys should belong to a special force.
Looking at the faces full of Russians, Jiang Chen thought about what Nick said before he came that there was no "special force" in Kane. Jiang Chen vaguely guessed the identity of these people.
Nick was tied up, but they were polite and didn't do anything to Jiang Chen. Perhaps it was because from his appearance, Jiang Chen didn't look like a "dangerous person."
"KGB?" Jiang Chen probed as he stared into Boris' eyes.
No wonder he was a professional agent; there was not the slightest ripple in his pupils. Boris only smiled and didn't respond.
"It doesn't matter who we are, handsome boy from the east."
With a slightly frivolous tone, a voice familiar to Jiang Chen came from behind him.
The slightly shaky Mandarin.
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