Chapter five hundred and forty fifth mantis and oriole
A moment later, in a corner of a remote alleyway in Russia.
Alexei rubbed his aching wrist and leaned against the cold wall, looking coldly at the three or four foreigners who abducted him from the road and brought him inside. The glasses frame on the bridge of his nose was crooked and his nose was bleeding.
It drips out little by little.
The exit to the main road outside has been blocked, and the other side of the alley is a brick wall filled with garbage.
There is no doubt that this is not a temporary kidnapping. From the fact that the other party accurately called his name, and even reported his address, as well as the names of his wife and daughter, we know that this is not something that can be done by just throwing away some money.
It's solved.
"Let me introduce myself. We are a headhunting company from the United States and would like to invite you to work in our country."
The foreign man in the lead flexed his knuckles. Just now, in order to shut up the former Soviet nuclear physics expert, he had to go against the plan and punch him directly in the face. Judging from the current situation, the effect seemed to be
not bad.
Glancing at Alexey who was silent, the American man grinned and said unhurriedly.
"Sorry, Mr. Alexey, in order to achieve a relatively quiet place for conversation, the methods and methods we used may be a little rough. After all, the KGB who has been following you these days is really annoying.
So much so that we had to find a way to keep him quiet for a while."
"Frank? Wait...he's not one of your people?"
Alexei frowned, covering his bleeding nose and making a squeaking sound.
"Of course not, huh, if it weren't for these people who have been obstructing our work recently..."
The man from the United States snorted coldly, a trace of uneasiness flashed across his face, and he said with some annoyance.
"But there is no problem now. The Russian authorities have issued an order to search the city for these destabilizing elements who have left the company and are not in the existing KGB files. All of them will be arrested soon."
"A bunch of traitors! What did you do to Frank?!"
"Instead of worrying about others, it is better to consider your own problems first, Mr. Alexei."
The man raised his wrist to look at his watch, took out a file from his pocket and patted it in his hand. He inadvertently opened his windbreaker, revealing the pistol on his waist, and whispered slightly threateningly.
"Consider our suggestions seriously, and think about Natasha and the others who are still waiting for you to come home. You know, in today's chaotic world, robberies are happening every day, and many people are missing every day.
You should know very well about a deputy director of an institute who will disappear tomorrow, oh no, whose name has disappeared..."
After looking around at the surrounding environment and the attitude of the American man in front of him, Alexey twitched the corner of his mouth contemptuously, looked directly at the American agent who appeared in front of him without fear, and spoke word by word.
"He~tui! I would rather sell my soul to the devil than sell my country to you maggots."
"Well, it's the same as our previous assessment."
Facing Alexei's answer, the man curled his lips indifferently and wiped off the saliva stuck on his face.
As a field agent affiliated with ia, his main job is not to persuade and infiltrate, but to behead and secretly eliminate targets. Those words before are just procedural requirements, which means that he has already tried it.
.
In fact, since being assigned this task, he has almost understood the attitude of the authorities.
In any case, this important scientific researcher who participated in the former Soviet Union's major nuclear power development projects and nuclear weapons research projects must not be out of control. Even if these people live in third world countries, they may pose a great threat.
"Then, I'm sorry...If you want to blame it, blame it on your Kremlin and the knowledge in your mind. Unfortunately, since the collapse of the Soviet Union, there is no longer a force in the world that can stop us.
"
Looking at the black muzzle of the gun in front of him, Alexei's eyes were a little dazed. Unfortunately... there was no way to take the bread home tonight. With Natasha's character, they probably wouldn't go and collect the bread that belonged to him.
Severance pay, right?
I hope that the gold star medal at home can still be sold for a good price...
boom!
Bang bang bang!
The expected pain did not come. The American man suddenly turned the gun at the last moment and shot a colleague standing next to him. Then, he continued to shoot at his friends around him like crazy.
trigger.
"Leonard, are you crazy?!"
"Damn it! Kill him! He's a traitor!"
Caught off guard and attacked, several other Americans reacted quickly, and several people struggled together. The smell of blood, gun smoke, and the men's curses and groans mixed together, and the scene suddenly became extremely chaotic.
Alexey, who had escaped unscathed, looked around, preparing to find a trash can or some kind of bunker to take shelter in order to avoid being accidentally injured by stray bullets. The situation in front of him made his mind confused for a moment.
At this moment, a subtle familiar voice came to Alexei's ear.
"It's time for us to go, Mr. Alexei. Don't resist."
"Frank? When will you come..."
Alexey suddenly turned around and looked at the blurry figure behind him. Before he could finish speaking, he felt his shoulders sink.
Immediately afterwards, Alexei encountered a terrifying feeling that he had never experienced before.
He felt as if his whole body was squeezed into a thick rubber tube, unable to breathe, and every part of his body was being squeezed. It was almost beyond the limit of his endurance... No, or it was the limit he thought he had.
Then, just when he thought he might suffocate, the invisible tube suddenly burst open, and he half-knelt under the cool Russian night sky, breathing in the fresh, cold and biting air.
Alexei could hear the sound of traffic not far away, and his blurred vision gradually recovered. The familiar building outlines and lights in the distance told him that they had not left the city too far, and were probably staying in a certain house.
Rooftop.
And beside him was the strange young man with whom he had just parted not long ago, Frank.
However, now this young man is holding a thin wooden stick tightly in his hand, just like holding a sharp sword used in Western duels. For some reason, Alexei always feels that this scene is somewhere.
Saw it.
A trace of nervousness appeared on Frank's young face, and he spoke quickly.
"I understand you must have a lot of confusion, but please wait a moment, I still have some finishing work."