Being monitored, no one knows about it except Mister and others, and Tang Dao will not publicize it, especially when the situation is very strange now, but sometimes, it doesn't mean that if you don't tell, others won't.

You know, in modern society, there is no such thing as privacy. Those who recognize human rights and undermine them are often in the name of national security!

Kyiv, Junior Military Academy, Office.

The room was filled with smoke, accompanied by a faint low sound.

"The Asian is here. He was monitored in the hotel yesterday." Medvedchuk looked at the old Pushkin sitting behind the table, and finally spoke first. The other person was as calm as an old fox, just waiting.

After he finished speaking, his thick breathing stagnated slightly. Perhaps his voice was smoked, and when he spoke, it had a torn texture.

"Monitoring? Who? Did kgB send someone?"

Medvedchuk frowned and pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, "It's unlikely. The Soviet intelligence agencies in Kiev have been monitored by us. Moreover, this is not like Big Brother's style. If the people from kgB

Come on, I think what we should be thinking about now is how to identify the corpses, those barbarians will not care about you."

This is quite true.

Institutions that can show their prestige in this complex world are never kind-hearted people. Capitalists devour the property of civilians and small landowners to make themselves rich, while careerists attack their enemies to make themselves stronger. kgB's methods are very "rough", and they are discordant at a glance.

Just do it!

Back then, agents went to court to assassinate opponents, and there were also cases where they disguised themselves as soldiers to assassinate Amin.

Just like their counter-terrorism, it is simple and exciting.

"Barbarians? Mr. Major General, don't forget, we are still the Soviets." Old Pushkin said with a bit of dissatisfaction in his tone.

"Yes, yes." Medvedchuk was startled, and nodded quickly, but he didn't agree in his heart. He was so ready to betray his country, and now he acts like he cares? Who can show this disgustingness?

The value of the goods he passed through his hands was nearly 30 million US dollars, and some of them were even expressly prohibited. He knew that the old Pushkin had once had the idea of ​​​​"Ivan" with several people!

Of course, who knows the truth or falsehood.

After all, this kind of thing is hard to say, unspeakable, and impossible to talk about.

Just treat it as a joke. If you know too much, you will die faster.

"If it were someone else..." Old Pushkin paused, "We must not let anything happen to Nicholas on our chassis. The higher authorities attach great importance to him. Admiral Bandera is mainly responsible."

Bandera?

Medvedchuk's face darkened, his eyelids twitched, and he looked dissatisfied, but he didn't make a sound. He knew that it was useless to object to him. The reason why he was unhappy with that guy was because there was originally something bad between them.

We are similar in age and enlisted in the army at the same time, but sometimes our fate is different. No matter how good your grades are or how well you do, your background is not as deep as others.

Bandera stepped on his head and currently serves as the head of the Ukrainian Logistics Department, while Medvedchuk is only a major general!

Normally I can't afford to provoke him and I can hide away, but now I ask the other party to take responsibility and take food from my mouth. This is a bit too much.

Perhaps sensing Medvedchuk's displeasure, the old Pushkin raised his eyelids, put his feet down, and pulled the chair closer, "I know what you are thinking, but there are some things that are not decided by you and me."

After a moment, the former responded, "I understand."

When he came out of the office, he closed the door and punched the wall, remembering what the other party said just now.

"It's best that you understand. You are familiar with Nicholas, and you have to deal with it in the middle. Your share will not be missing."

What else could Medvedchuk do but nod?

But I felt unhappy, so I turned my head and looked at the office, then left with a dark face.

In fact, what he didn't know was that the old Pushkin sat in his seat for a long time without moving his buttocks, and suddenly laughed. The laugh was very loud, and he did not hide his joy. It always gave people a... very unrealistic look.

I laughed for nearly a minute at this breath, and my lung capacity was really good.

After waiting for the call to be received, he took the tea cup in front of him, took a sip, swung it in his mouth a few times, then spit it back into the cup, stretched out his hand to pull the landline phone on the table closer, picked up the phone, and pressed the internal call button.

The number only rang two or three times before someone picked up and said, "Hello, Logistics Department Office."

"Put me through General Bandera. My name is Rabindranath Pushkin."

"Okay, please wait a moment, general." The woman who answered the phone on the opposite side came back and transferred the line. Bandera's voice was very rich, which made people feel good just listening to it, "Lieutenant General Pushkin?"

"Good evening, General Bandera."

"What's the matter?" Bandera asked with a sense of distance and condescension.

Pushkin is an old licker. He licked his face and reported what happened to Nicholas. The other party trailed off, "You mean that Asian is being targeted? Do you have any basic clues?"

"bsp; This is completely bullshit. It's dragging Uncle Sam out to whip the corpse first. Capitalism is evil anyway!

Bandera was quiet for a moment, and then he said, "I understand, is there anything else?" This impatient look made Pushkin think for a moment that something was wrong, this was not following the routine, and he shouldn't be showing off to himself.

Do you appreciate it? So... just as he was about to speak, the other party hung up the phone rudely.

Hearing the busy tone, Pushkin was so angry that he almost smashed the phone. But when he thought that this was a unit item and he would have to pay for it if it was broken, he bared his teeth and put the phone down, but he was still furious.

It hurt, and I slapped my hand on the table, feeling very unhappy.

…

Bobby Ken sat in the hotel lobby and yawned. There was coffee in front of the table. After sitting for a long time, he stood up and stretched. He saw that the subordinate opposite him was already snoring on the table. The newspaper on the table was picked up.

I threw it at his head, but the other person just turned his head over, scratched his head, and wouldn't open his eyelids.

"Damn, this is a pig." Lieutenant Bobby Ken muttered, picked up the walkie-talkie from the chair, pressed it, and said, "Please report the situation one by one."

"A safe group." said the observation team on the roof of the building.

"Group 2 received it."

"Three groups received it."

…

Um?

Bobby Ken waited for a while and then frowned, "Four groups, where are the four groups?"

No one on the other side answered, which made him feel alarmed. He felt something was wrong. He quickly took a picture of his sleeping subordinates and said anxiously, "Something happened!" After saying that, he hurriedly ran towards the location of the fourth group.

The subordinate, who was just dazed, was also agitated, and hurriedly chased him out. After running two steps, he came back and took the weapon on the table.

Bobby Ken asked the other groups to be alert as he ran. The fourth group was on the opposite floor, with a total of 4 people. When he ran up, there were no people here, and there were only a few bottles of wine left on the top floor platform.

"Damn it!" Bobby Ken's face looked ugly. As soon as he finished speaking, there was an explosion above his head. He subconsciously held his head, rolled to the side, and fell to the ground. He raised his head in horror and saw

The bell tower behind him was blown up, like a cannonball.
Chapter completed!