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1027. Chapter 1022 Specter Rescue

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Last night at the vigil, Jiang Chen kept the last shift, squinting in the car, leaning his head against the window and sleeping for a while. However, when he woke up, he found that his face was lying on Natasha’s lap.

Although it is separated by jeans, the elasticity is still quite good.

“I suddenly discovered that your sleeping face is quite cute.”Looking up at Jiang Chen, Natasha narrowly bent her mouth.

He sat up and rubbed his eyes and Jiang Chen shouted at Harceau and asked vaguely.

“Say, how many are you today?”

“It was April 2 15.”Ayesha, who is driving, replies.

“Is it all April 2 15?”Jiang Chen looked at the scenes that flew outside the window and the blazing blue smoke rising from the south. Then she said, “Go back in a few days. I always feel that something is going to happen here.”

What’s more, on May 4th, a further week, the Electric Ray flying to Unidentified Flying Object should also arrive. He was still quite curious about what the Unidentified Flying Object was. Humanity has been exploring the history of Extraterrestrial Civilization for nearly half a century. During this period, numerous postcards symbolizing friendship have been launched to Cosmos. However, they have never received response.

Even on the timeline of Last of Days, Jiang Chen has never heard of Extraterrestrial Civilization. If that unidentified flight really comes from Extraterrestrial Civilization, this year will be the first year of the first intimate contact between Earth Civilization and Extraterrestrial Civilization.

“What are you thinking about?”Natasha gently poked Jiang Chen’s arm.

Jiang Chen smiled.

I’ve been thinking.Something remote. ”

Close to the border between Russia and Ukraine, in order to avoid border Defense Force patrol, Ayesha again released drone, confirmed the Ukrainian border Defense patrol route, find the right time to start the car, force rushed to the past.

On the way across the border, Jiang Chen also saw ragged stowaways. Most of them were poor people who had been displaced by the war, and some were deserters from the frontline. From the gloomy eyes, they could barely see hope for life.

Perhaps it was because of a bad memory recall that Ayesha’s expression was slightly subtle and raised the speed slightly.

Someone waved the car, but they did not stop. What kind of people are among these refugees, and no one can determine who really needs help and who is thinking about it wickedly. What’s more, there are so many people here that they cannot save everyone.

From the tide of refugees outside the window, Jiang Chen looked back at his watch.

It’s almost 11 o’clock. The transit before lunch is not a problem. I can’t say I can have a hot lunch in the small town of Russia.

Just then, a brief news from Specter AgentHeadquarters was sent to his watch.

There are only four short words in a brief news.

[Rescue successful]

……

In the neighbor’s eyes, Mario Melnikov is just a coffee shop Boss, but few people know the good side of the good Slav unclear. In addition to grinding good coffee, he also served as the eye contact for the Russian Federal Security Service in Kiev City Underground Intelligence Network.

In the entire Kiev City intelligence system, he served as the character of the microphone. The professional point is the information relay station. It is responsible for assigning the authority of the superior to the informant, and at the same time sorting the information that the informant has investigated into the encrypted radio. The broadcast transmitted intelligence back to the receiving station on the Russian-Ukrainian border.

As usual, Mario gave himself breakfast, opened the TV and read the news while eating breakfast, then drove to the store to work. Recently I heard that a Ukrainian officer named Skalov had to be transferred back to Capital on the front line. His real identity was the informant of the Russian Federal Security Service.

Just as Mario was wondering what work to assign him, the door rang.

After hearing the doorbell, he slumped slightly.

It is eight o’clock in the morning. No neighbor will come to this time.

Thinking of this, he was a little alarmed, walked cautiously to the door, and looked out of the room through his peephole.

I saw two men dressed in black trench coats standing in the doorway. The man headed with a dome hat, the cut face looked very lean, a hawk nose eye-catching. From his appearance, Mario immediately analyzed two intelligences.

First, there are guns in their pockets.

Second, the man headed was a soldier.

Seeing that the door did not open, the man impatiently pressed the bell again and gestured to the next deputy. The deputy knew about it and circled to the side.

Mario knew very well that his deputy is probably now behind his house. The goal is to prevent him from escaping from behind.

Seeing this scene, he is already very clear. The other person probably does not come to investigate and collect evidence. I’m afraid that they already have enough evidence and they have come to arrest people.

With a cry of hell, Mario hurriedly picked up a pair of shoes on the floor and turned to the stairs.

When he had just run to second floor had not walked two steps, the living room came to a bang.

Obviously, when the doorbell was found not pressed after three times, the man had already realized that something was wrong and decided to break into the door.

Mario sprinted back to the bedroom, took a Glock pistol and two clips from under the bed, ran to the bathroom, and mounted a magazine to open the insurance. Into the bathroom and locked the steel glass door, and then around into the bathroom.

Behind the bathroom curtain, there is a wooden door that he designed specifically for escape. He never thought that he would use this gadget one day, but just as he took out the key and was about to open the door, the door to the bathroom came to a cry and was pushed away.

He turned sharply and lifted his gun. His muzzled hand continued to tremble.

Although he had received military training, he hadn’t killed anyone and he never thought he would have a gun fight. After all, he was just a clerk, not risking his life to collect intelligence, and was only a civilian before he became Russia agent.

No one came in the open door and Mario gasped and tried to keep his hand from trembling.

However, at this moment, his eyes suddenly took a shower and the gun had been unloaded. He hadn’t responded to what was going on. His hands were cut back to the edge of the bathtub. Despite his efforts, he could not break away from the hand behind him.

I do not know when, a figure appeared behind him, just like Specter, he did not even notice where she came from.

Don't move!

“It is a friendly army.”

With only one hand to control himself, Mario noticed that she had a dagger on her other hand, and the dagger was stained with blood that had not yet been wiped.

There is no doubt that this blood is fresh.

Seeing the blood on the dagger, he was relieved.

If nothing else happens, blood should be the one who broke in and left…

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