"Pavel. Kuragen." The thin soldier opened the file and saw the name. Before he could continue to look down, the lieutenant general walked over, very close to him. Face to face is less than half a meter, and said in a very serious tone: "We need a blunt weapon to awaken the Russians. You will be assigned to Squad A, but you only obey me. You are an undercover agent, and you have other tasks. Welcome to join the Kingfisher Plan, the soldier." The officer's voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed to have a special mission.

The picture changed again. With a brand new identity, Evil came to a classroom in Team A to attend classes. The classroom was full of students, and everyone was preparing for class carefully. The sunlight shone through the window on the desk, forming golden spots. But Evil hadn't been in class for too long and didn't bring paper or pen at all. He sat in his seat a little embarrassedly, twisting his body slightly, not knowing what to do. A hint of embarrassment revealed in his eyes, and he looked at the classmates around him from time to time.

The blonde beauty on the left after sitting down noticed Evil's embarrassment. She smiled slightly, her smile was like a blooming flower in spring, warm and charming. She took the initiative to give him a pen and a notebook.

"Yevier Kuragan." Eville took the hand and introduced himself politely. His voice was gentle and magnetic, with a hint of gratitude on his face. He bowed slightly and expressed his gratitude to the blonde beauty.

"Katrina, Katrina Shakova." The woman also introduced herself. Her voice was crisp and pleasant, like a clear spring in the mountains. This tall beauty with blond hair and eyes closed is the Russian woman who is now with Long Zhan and her party. She and Ivil had obviously known each other for a long time.

These scenes are also memories, and the owner of memories is Eville. This time he was sitting in the car, and the scenes flashing in his mind were the scenes from the beginning, how did he walk step by step from a soldier to today? The car was bumping on the rugged road, and Eville's eyes were a little confused, as if immersed in memories from the past. Eville woke up from memories, with a few complex colors flashing in his eyes, and then he swept away. His eyes returned to the coldness, looking at Colonel Corkī, who was sitting in front of him with his hands tied up, and said coldly: "Have you ever had sex with her? No, even if it is done, she must not have a true relationship with you. This is just the basic course of Team A. You need to roll the sheets with the informant to cultivate each other's feelings without any personal emotions."

Ivere was talking about Shakova, and his words were also a bit jealous. Obviously, Shakova had a very unusual position in his heart. His eyes revealed a kind of jealousy and unwillingness. He could not bear the possible feelings between Shakova and Colonel Corcheon. His heart was full of contradictions. On the one hand, he had deep feelings for Shakova, and on the other hand, he had to use Colonel Corcheon as a bargaining chip for his own purposes. His fingers were unconsciously clamped, and his knuckles turned white due to force.

At this time, Ston Butch and his team were still nervously formulating a rescue plan. They knew that this operation would be extremely difficult. Evil's stronghold must have a close defense, and they knew very little about the situation inside the stronghold. However, in order to rescue Colonel Corchet, they had no idea of ​​retreating. The scarf had already formulated several plans and was discussing the advantages and disadvantages of each plan in detail with everyone.

"We can sneak in through the back door of the stronghold, where there are relatively few guards." A team member said, pointing to the map. His fingers slid gently on the map, revealing a hint of expectation in his eyes.

"But there is a narrow passage in the back door, which is easy to be ambushed by the enemy." Another team member raised concern. He frowned slightly, and a look of worry appeared on his face.

"Then we can attack head-on, attract the enemy's attention, and then send a small team of people to detour from the side." Another new idea was proposed. There was a hint of excitement in his voice, as if he was full of confidence in the plan.

"The frontal attack is too dangerous, and we have neither our manpower nor firepower." Ston Butch said with a frown. A kind of thoughtfulness appeared in his eyes, and his fingers gently tapped the tabletop.

Everyone was talking and discussing it very fiercely. Everyone was working hard to develop a perfect rescue plan. At this time, Colonel Corchem was still imprisoned in the stronghold of Evil. He didn't know what his fate would be, nor did he know whether his teammates could successfully rescue him. He could only wait silently, waiting for the judgment of fate. His body leaned against the cold wall, and a hint of fatigue and expectation appeared in his eyes.

Evil was sitting in the car, thinking in his heart. He knew that Ston Butch and the others would definitely not agree to his deal easily, but he was not afraid. He had his own trump card. He looked at Colonel Corchet and sneered in his heart: "Just wait and see, your teammates will not come to save you." A kind of pride and ridicule appeared in his eyes, as if everything was under his control.

Desperate Confrontation: The Key Wind

On a dusty road, a shabby truck was driving with difficulty, and the engine made a dull and hoarse roar, like a tired old man gasping for breath. In the car, the atmosphere was as depressed as the dead silence before the storm came. Colonel Kechuan sat quietly in the corner, his eyes firm and deep, like the stars in the cold night. Although his hands were tightly tied by rough ropes, his figure was still upright, showing his long-standing military style.

Evil stood on the other end of the carriage, with a sneer of mocking sneer on his face, and the smile was like the cold wind in winter, making people shudder. His eyes were like a sharp dagger, stabbing directly at Colonel Cochon, as if provoking the tried-and-tested soldier.

"Do you think the ideas and righteousness you adhere to are really so noble?" Evil's voice was cold and sharp, echoing in the narrow carriage. "You just want to please someone, maybe you abandon your father, maybe a fierce mother, or maybe a brother, or a lover... After all, you are a selfish person."

Colonel Kochon's face changed slightly, but he quickly returned to calm, his mouth slightly raised, and a faint smile appeared. There was no anger in his eyes, only a calmness to see everything.

"I know people like you very well, and always try to use words to hide your inner emptiness and fear." Colonel Cochon's voice was calm and powerful, echoing in the car like a bell. "Your mockery just reveals your own weakness."

Evil's face suddenly became gloomy, and a hint of anger and unwillingness flashed in his eyes. He suddenly pulled out the dagger from his waist, and the blade flashed with cold light in the dim light, like a poisonous snake ready to go. He approached Colonel Cochon step by step, stepping heavily, and the atmosphere in the car became even colder, as if the air was about to be frozen.

Colonel Coltrane's eyes became alert. He stared at Evil tightly, his body tightened slightly, ready to deal with possible attacks. At this moment of tension, the truck suddenly stopped with a "squeak".

A strange smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Evil's mouth, and he stretched the dagger towards Colonel Corkchon. Colonel Corkchon's heart tightened. However, Evil did not hurt him, but cut the rope that blocked his feet.

"Go down!" Evil said coldly.

Colonel Kechuan's tense heart finally breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that he would not have to die for the time being. Although he had already made the awareness of facing death, the instinctive fear of death still made him feel a little bit of gratitude at this moment.

At the same time, in another part of the city, Long Zhan and Ston Butch and his group had arrived at the handover site - a bustling vegetable market. There were crowds of people, and various hawking and bargaining sounds intertwined, forming a noisy market. The vegetable market was filled with the smell of various ingredients, the fragrance of fresh vegetables and the fishy smell of meat, which made people feel overwhelmed.

There are a wide variety of stalls in the vegetable market, including vegetable stalls filled with red tomatoes and green cucumbers, pork and beef with attractive colors, and fruit stalls with various fresh fruits. The passages between the stalls are narrow and crowded, and people are shuttled between them, making the environment here extremely complicated.

"The sniper is in place." Nuowen's voice came through the radio. He found a favorable position with an excellent field of vision. He steadily placed the sniper rifle on the window, aiming at every move in the market. His eyes were focused and sharp, and through the scope, he seemed to be able to see the thoughts of everyone in the market.

"There are many exits, many floors, and there are civilians everywhere." Long Zhan was wearing casual clothes and mixed in the crowd. His eyes looked at everything around him with vigilance, not missing any details. "Once the enemy makes any moves, the situation will easily get out of control."

"Received, everyone stay alert." Ston Butch's voice was low and powerful. He was also in the market, constantly observing the situation everywhere, ready to deal with possible crises.

In a shabby van outside the market, the long-haired woman was concentrating on controlling the military computer. Her fingers were typing quickly on the keyboard and her eyes were staring at the screen. Various data and images kept flashing on the screen, showing everything around the market.

"I can only see the situation outside. There is no monitoring inside. At that time, the enemy will not be able to be monitored." The woman reported while operating the computer. There was a hint of worry in her voice, "The situation inside is too complicated, we must be careful."

There were more and more people in the market, and people were shuttled between stalls, selecting the ingredients they needed. Long Zhan kept moving among the crowd, and his eyes never left the entrance to the market. Suddenly, his eyes froze.

"I've seen Pavel, Ston Butch, he's right at twelve o'clock in the direction of you, and is now ready to enter the market." Long Zhan lowered his voice and reported via wireless telegram.

When Nowen and others heard this, they began to pay attention to Evil's direction. At this moment, Ston Butch's cell phone rang.

Ston Butch took out his cell phone and answered directly, and asked directly without waiting for the other party to speak: "My favorite Russian brother, where is the Kochuan I want?"

"Let Katrina give me the things." Evil had already walked into the market and came directly in front of Ston Butch. His eyes locked on Ston Butch like a falcon, and then decisively hung up the phone.

Ston Butch saw Evil directly in front of him and hung up the phone. Both sides looked at each other from the air, and the air seemed to be filled with invisible smoke, and the atmosphere was so tense that it was suffocating.

"It's not right to do this." Nowen said on the intercom, with a hint of worry in his voice. "If he and Pavel are in the same group, then we will be miserable."

"Thank you for your trust." Shakova was suspicious of Noven, and she was very upset and immediately responded in the communication, "Are you questioning my loyalty?"

"I'm just assuming it." Nuowen quickly explained, "We have to consider this situation."

"Your assumption is that I betray everyone, I really thank your whole family." Shakova's tone was filled with anger and dissatisfaction. She had already arrived not far from Evil. The two of them were facing each other, both looking at each other expressionlessly.

Evil was in a very complicated mood at this time. He looked at Shakova and didn't know what to say for a moment. A complex emotion flashed in his eyes, including memories, entanglements, and expectation. Finally, he simply compared it with his hands, meaning that Shakova opened her backpack and saw if the things he brought in were the keys he used to replace the hostages.

Shakova did not tell any ink, and did not say even a word, so she simply opened her backpack, revealing a rectangular iron box with yellow and black stripes inside, thirty or forty centimeters long.

Iver was not satisfied after seeing the box. He continued to signal Shakova to open the box. He wanted to see what was inside the box, and he was relieved after seeing the key. He was really a meticulous senior Russian agent.

Shakova frowned and still didn't say anything. She cooperated to open the lid of the iron box, revealing the key with three iron pieces inside.

Seeing the key in the iron box, Evil was finally satisfied. He raised his voice and called a name, raised his hand and made a gesture backward. A subordinate named Atoru immediately appeared from behind with Colonel Corcheon whose hands were tied.

"I saw the commander-in-chief, confirm that's right." Long Zhan said on the radio, his eyes fixed on Colonel Kochon, ready to take action at any time.
Chapter completed!