Seeing Parker looking at him like an idiot, Olof felt confident: "Don't forget, what is the name of this person from the counterintelligence center, oh, Ms. Randy.

If she really came for you, it means that the CIA already knows about your betrayal, or at least has suspected it. Then this intelligence network will be of no use to you. The longer it is delayed, the more valuable it will be.

It’s getting smaller and smaller.”

After Orlov finished speaking, Parker remained silent. He stared at Orlov's eyes, pondered for a long time, and then said after a while: "Okay, but after you catch her, I need to talk to her once. If it's really what you said.

In that case, I will give you the entire list, and at the same time, the FSB will provide me with protection."

Parker was reluctant to let go of rabbits, and his request changed from killing him to capturing him alive. He had to confirm whether Pamela was coming for him. If this was really the case, then his value to the FSB would shrink sharply. This was his

I don’t want to see it.

"Haha, it's a deal. I believe you will meet soon. I hope it won't be awkward then."

Olof laughed loudly and took out a check from his pocket.

"The general is very satisfied with the last list."

Orlov pushed the check over, and the general he spoke of was General Belia Pavlovich, the current director of Russia's Federal Security Service.

Parker picked up the check, glanced at the amount on it, and nodded with satisfaction.

"I still have a list, not just from Russia, but also from other former Soviet Union countries. Haha, I guarantee there are some people you can never imagine."

"I'm looking forward to it."

Orlov is very satisfied with the current method of cooperation, which is far more rewarding than torture.

Just pay a little cheap respect and some money, you can get important information, and sometimes there are even surprises.

"Okay, you can leave. I'll leave in a few minutes."

Parker shrugged and signaled that that was the end of the day for Orlov.

"Do you need me to help you get rid of those two little tails?"

Olof stood up with a smile, and Parker looked up at him. Although he didn't say it clearly, he knew that the little tail Olof was talking about was the couple at the door.

"Of course, if you like."

Parker shrugged. He didn't know who the other party was, and he didn't want to know, but he knew very well that the other party was following him.

Orlov stood up and left, while Parker continued to stay in his seat, drinking coffee and enjoying delicious waffles.

A few minutes after Olof left, Parker stood up slowly, arranged his clothes, left a tip, then picked up the newspaper and left.

After Parker went out, the young couple who had just paid their bills also left, trailing behind Parker from a distance.

Parker seemed oblivious and walked across the road, as did the young couple behind him. However, when he reached the middle of the road, an accident happened.

A car traveling at high speed unexpectedly appeared and bumped into the young couple. As people screamed, the young couple was knocked away.

The car did not stop after hitting the person, but chose to escape directly. The frightened people around cursed the perpetrator's behavior and helped call the police.

In the middle of the road, the young man fell motionless in a pool of blood. The female companion beside him was still conscious. She first tried to call her companion, but there was no response. Then she turned to the other side, just in time to see Parker standing quietly in the distance.

Look at them.

Seeing the subtle smile at the corner of the other person's mouth, the girl understood everything instantly. It turned out that the two of them had been exposed a long time ago.

The girl was a little scared and regretful. Before she died, primitive human emotions began to take over. She wanted to call her mother, but her body no longer allowed her to make other reactions. The girl only felt pain on her body.

, the surrounding sounds gradually became blurred, and the eyes darkened, eventually falling into darkness.

……

Moscow, Sheremetyevo Airport

The moment Jack walked out of the airport, he couldn't help but shudder. The temperature was really Russian.

It has entered early winter, but there is no snow, and the air is dry and cold.

Jack looked around and saw a row of taxis waiting to pick up passengers on the roadside. The drivers looked expectantly.

A gust of cold wind penetrated his neck. Jack shrank his neck and walked towards the nearest taxi.

Bang~~

Jack closed the car door and felt the warm air in the car. He couldn't help but shudder again under the alternation of hot and cold.

"Sir, where are you going?"

The driver was a middle-aged man in his forties. He probably realized that Jack was not a native of the country, so he asked in broken English.

The other person looks very ordinary, with unshaved stubble on his chin and a red nose. I don’t know whether it’s because of the cold or because he’s been drinking.

"Maneš Square."

Jack gave his address.

Half an hour later, the taxi stopped at the edge of Manesh Square.

The square is very empty, surrounded by red or yellow Soviet-style buildings, full of a sense of age.

Even though it is winter, there are still many pedestrians in the square.

Near the domed knight sculpture in the center, some parents and their children were feeding the pigeons. The pigeons made a "purring" sound, and the children laughed from time to time.

Jack walked into the square, looked around, and walked straight to a lounge chair. A young woman was already sitting on one side of the lounge chair.

Nikki! Haha, another familiar character, but Jack has been here for half a year, and he has long lost the excitement of seeing the characters in the plot.

On the bench, Nikki also recognized Jack who was walking over and sat up straight unconsciously.

This is the first time the two have met.

Jack sat down next to Nikki and did not speak. His eyes were always observing the surroundings.

"In the bag are documents and car keys, and weapons and equipment are in the car. It is parked on the second floor of the underground parking lot. The headquarters wants to make it as accidental as possible."

Nikki said and put a paper bag next to Jack's hand.

Jack picked up the paper bag and squeezed it. This time he finally glanced at Nikki, but still didn't speak. He stood up and left, and in a blink of an eye he entered the underpass.

If possible, "Falcon" will try to use its own weapons because they are more reliable.

But like this time, if you need to take public transportation, those things cannot pass the security check, so you have to prepare them by the local liaison officer.

In the underground parking lot, Jack pressed the car key, and the sound of the electronic lock sounded in the corner.

It is the most ordinary Lada. This car is basically a national car in Moscow and can be found all over the streets.

Jack searched inside the car and found a Glock 18 in the glove box, two magazines and a special silencer. There was an insulated box in the trunk, which contained purified ricin.

Pamela Landi is not an ordinary person. "Tripstone" hopes to disguise the scene as a suicide or an accident, but there is no requirement.

Jack got into the driver's seat and opened the document bag. Inside were several pieces of information and a map of Moscow.

The information is not complicated, it basically just talks about one thing.

Pamela Landi has been living in a suite on the 7th floor of the Imperial Palace Hotel for the past few days, using the pseudonym Meryl Keyser. It is not yet certain whether there is anyone else in the room.

Taking out a lighter and burning the information, Jack began to check the weapons. The Glock 18 performed well. This gun was small in size but powerful in firepower. It was basically only used by special forces, SWAT and military personnel. It had been his favorite in his previous life.
Chapter completed!