Chapter 1020 Ghost Rescue

Early the next morning, the three people put away their gasoline stoves and sleeping bags and continued on the road.

During the night watch last night, Jiang Chen was the last one to watch. After getting in the car, he squinted his eyes and leaned his head against the window and fell asleep for a while. However, when he woke up, he found that his face was resting on Natasha's lap.

Even though it is through jeans, the elasticity is still quite good.

"I suddenly discovered that your sleeping face is quite cute." Natasha's eyes met with Jiang Chen's, and Natasha curved her mouth narrowly.

After rubbing his eyes and sitting up, Jiang Chen stretched his waist and asked vaguely.

"Speaking of which, what's today's date?"

"It's April 25th." Ayesha, who was driving, answered quickly.

"Is it already April 25th?" Jiang Chen looked at the scenery passing by outside the window and the green smoke rising from the south, and then said, "Hurry back in a few days, I It always feels like something big is going to happen here.”

What's more, it will be May 4th in more than a week, and the electric ray flying to the UFO should also arrive. He was still quite curious about what the UFO was. The history of human exploration of extraterrestrial civilization has been close to half a century. During this period, countless postcards symbolizing friendship have been sent to the universe, but they have never received a response.

Even in the apocalyptic timeline, Jiang Chen had never heard of records of extraterrestrial civilizations. If that unidentified flight really came from an extraterrestrial civilization, then this year will be the first year of close contact between earth civilization and extraterrestrial civilization.

"What are you thinking about?" Natasha gently poked Jiang Chen's arm.

Jiang Chen smiled.

"I was thinking...something far away."

The border with Russia and Ukraine was getting closer and closer. In order to avoid the patrols 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 in one go.

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 front line. From their gray eyes, there was almost no hope of life.

Perhaps because she was reminded of a bad memory, Ayesha's expression was a little subtle and she increased the speed of the car slightly.

Someone waved to stop the car, but they didn't stop.

There are all kinds of people among these refugees, and no one can be sure which ones really need help and which ones have evil intentions. What's more, there are too many people here and they can't possibly save everyone.

Jiang Chen looked away from the wave of refugees outside the window and looked at his watch.

It’s almost eleven o’clock, so it shouldn’t be a problem to cross the border before lunch time, and maybe we can have a hot lunch in the Russian town on the opposite side.

At this moment, a text message from the Ghost Agent headquarters was sent to his watch.

There are only four short words in the text message.

[Rescue successful]

…

In the eyes of his neighbors, Mario Melnikov is just a coffee shop owner, but few people know about the unknown side of this kind Slavic uncle. In addition to being a good coffee grinder, he also serves as the spy for the Russian Federal Security Service's underground intelligence network in Kiev.

In the entire Kiev city intelligence system, he plays the role of a microphone. Professionally speaking, he is an intelligence relay station. He is responsible for assigning tasks assigned by superiors to informants. At the same time, he organizes the intelligence investigated by informants and transmits it through encrypted radio The radio relayed the information back to a receiving station on the Russian-Ukrainian border.

As usual, Mario made himself breakfast, turned on the TV, finished his breakfast while watching the news, and then drove to the store to work. Recently I heard that a Ukrainian officer named Skallov on the front line is to be transferred back to the capital. His true identity is an informant of the Russian Federal Security Service.

Just as Mario was thinking about what tasks to assign to him, the doorbell rang at the door.

After hearing the doorbell, he was slightly stunned.

It's eight o'clock in the morning, and no neighbor is going to visit at this time.

Thinking of this, he became slightly alert, walked to the door carefully, and looked outside the house through the peephole.

I saw two men in black trench coats standing at the door. The leading man wore a round hat. His sharp face looked very capable, and his hooked nose was particularly eye-catching. Mario immediately analyzed two pieces of information from his appearance.

First, both men had guns in their pockets.

Second, the man leading the charge was a soldier.

Seeing that the door did not open, the man impatiently pressed the doorbell again and gestured to the deputy next to him. The deputy understood and stepped aside.

Mario knew very well that his deputy was probably going to the back of his house now, most likely to prevent him from escaping from the back.

Seeing this scene, he already knew very well that the other party was probably not here to investigate and collect evidence. I was afraid that they already had enough evidence and were already here to arrest him.

Cursing secretly, Mario hurriedly picked up a pair of shoes on the ground and put them on, turned around and ran towards the stairs.

When he had just reached the second floor and had not taken two steps, there was a loud bang in the living room.

Obviously, when he found that there was no response after pressing the doorbell three times, the man realized that something was wrong and decisively chose to break in.

Mario quickly ran back to the bedroom, took out a Glock pistol and two magazines from under the bed, ran to the bathroom, loaded the magazines and turned on the safety. He rushed into the bathroom, locked the steel-protected glass door, and then walked around into the bathroom.

Behind the bathroom curtain, there is a wooden door that he specially designed for escape. He never thought that he would use this thing one day, but just when he took out the key and was about to open the door, there was a creak from the bathroom door and it was gently pushed open.

He turned around suddenly and raised the gun, the muzzle of the gun trembling as he pointed at it.

Although he had received military training, he had never killed anyone, and he never thought he would one day fight with a gun. After all, he was just a clerk. He didn't need to risk his life to collect intelligence. Before he became a Russian agent, he was just a civilian.

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 had been removed. Before he could realize what was going on, his hands were cut behind his back and he was pushed down on the edge of the bathtub. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free from the hands behind his back.

At some point, a figure appeared behind him, like a ghost, and he didn't even realize where she came from.

"do not move."

"It's friendly forces."

She controlled herself with only one hand, and Mario noticed that she was holding a dagger in her other hand, which was stained with blood that had not yet been wiped off.

There is no doubt that the blood is fresh.

Seeing the blood on the dagger made him feel relieved.

If nothing else, the blood should have been left by the person who broke into the door... (To be continued.) Activate a new website