After hearing what Shakova said about Atem, Kochon immediately searched for his information on the IPad he carried with him. Soon, the detailed information appeared on the screen. Kochon introduced to everyone while looking: "Orlov, who served in the 482nd Battalion of the Russian Marine Corps, was later listed as a missing person in the operation." After hearing this information, everyone realized that things had become more complicated and difficult. The appearance of Atem may bring unexpected variables and challenges to their mission.
Nuowen continued to observe in the VIP area. He found that there were two bodyguards guarding the door of a room, with a very serious expression and no one was allowed to approach. He felt that there might be important secrets in this room. He pretended to be wandering around as if nothing had happened, trying to find an opportunity to get close to that room. At this moment, a waiter came over with a drink. Nuowen had a clever inspiration and went forward to talk to the waiter. Through clever inquiry, he learned that this room was the core area of ​​the VIP area tonight, and only specific personnel could enter. Nuowen thought in his heart that Natasha Peterrenko might appear.
Interleaved tasks
Under the dim light, Kechuan and Nowen stood in a corner of the slightly noisy room. The crowds around were bustling with each other, and the sound of conversation and the sound of wine glasses colliding were intertwined, but they could not hide the solemn atmosphere between the two.
"Another dead Russian is walking around." After hearing Kechuan's explanation, Nowen frowned, a hint of vigilance flashed in his eyes, and he whispered. His voice was low and hoarse, with the vicissitudes left by wandering on the edge of danger for many years.
Kechuan's face was solemn, nodded slightly, his eyes were like torch, scanning the surrounding environment, as if he was looking for a hidden enemy in the dark. "Okay, okay, stay sharp!" he said to Nowen. Although his voice was not high, it was full of unquestionable power. "There may be other hostile people here." He raised his voice and warned the surrounding team members, revealing a long-standing calmness and calmness in his tone.
Just as they finished communicating, the door suddenly became quiet. A short-haired woman walked in slowly. She had a slim figure, light steps but also had a kind of innate confidence. Her appearance instantly attracted everyone's attention, as if a bright star was descending in this ordinary world.
"This is very similar to Natasha in the photo." Nuowen's heart tightened and he thought to himself. His eyes suddenly became sharp, like a cheetah that discovered his prey, locking tightly on the woman. "It should be her, she really appeared." His heartbeat began to accelerate, blood flowed rapidly in the blood vessels, and every cell was ignited by the upcoming mission.
"Searching a hostile person, heading to the VIP area." Nuowen sided slightly, looked at the woman with his eyes slanted, and at the same time lowered his voice, almost silently speaking in an air voice, for fear of attracting the other party's attention. His hand unconsciously touched the weapon at his waist. Although it was blocked by his clothes, the familiar touch made him feel a little relieved.
"Keep the distance, don't mix this up. B1 is dealing with CCTV surveillance, let's see them first." Kechuan made a quick deployment, his voice calm and powerful, and every word seemed to have been carefully considered. His eyes were firm, revealing a high sense of responsibility for the task and trust in the team.
"Received." Nuowen responded briefly, his eyes following the woman closely, and he did not dare to relax for a moment. He followed Natasha quietly like a ghost, trying not to attract the attention of the people around him. His steps were light and steady, and each step was like a hunter stealthily in the dark.
Natasha was surrounded by some female friends, chatting, and several of them looked at the surrounding environment with curious eyes. Because of their neat short hair, Nowen gave them a meaningful and indescribable smile. The smile contained an undetectable disguise, which seemed to tell them that they were also regular visitors here. In fact, his eyes never left Natasha and chased them tightly like a shadow.
Natasha walked into a room and sat down slowly. From the window, she could clearly see her side face. Nuowen's heart began to beat faster, and an inexplicable sense of urgency surged into his heart, and he was a little anxious.
Shakova stood quietly beside him, observing all this closely. Her eyes were calm and deep, like a bottomless lake, making people unable to understand her thoughts.
"Come on, let's go in too." Nuowen could no longer suppress his impulse, and said to Shakova with a little anxious tone. His face was full of anxiety, and his body leaned forward slightly, as if he was ready to rush in at any time.
However, Shakova calmly rejected him: "The Colonel gave us an order, waiting and observing. So let's wait obediently!" Her voice was calm and firm, with no room for negotiation. Her eyes revealed her absolute obedience to the order and her professional judgment on the task.
"Is that so? Then what happened to you having sex with him? Is that also an order?" Nuowen learned the secret from somewhere. At this time, it seemed like a ignited powder barrel suddenly burst out. His face was filled with anger and jealousy, and his voice trembled slightly due to excitement.
When Shakova heard this, a trace of shock flashed across her face. She widened her eyes and looked at Noven in disbelief, as if she had never expected him to say such words. Her lips opened slightly, trying to refute, but she was speechless for a moment.
"You know, Russia will get everything she needs." Nowen seemed to be reminding her kindly, and she seemed to be venting her dissatisfaction, with a hint of mockery in her tone. A complex emotion was revealed in his eyes, including dissatisfaction with Shakova and helplessness in his situation.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "You know, Russia will get everything she needs? Humph, you have eyes, right? Are you so sure you saw it?" Shakova repeated Nowen's words, with a sneer on the corner of her mouth, and the laughter was full of disdain for Nowen's guess. Her eyes revealed a kind of stubbornness and pride, and she was unwilling to be questioned like Nowen.
"You have seen his cheekbones and his tight little butt, as you want." Shakova did not show any weakness, but instead mocked Nowen, with a little provocation in her words. A contemptuous smile appeared on her face, as if mocking Nowen's narrow-mindedness and ignorance.
"Yes, yes." Nuowen was too lazy to get involved with her anymore, and turned his face over and didn't want to continue listening to her sarcasm. His heart was filled with helplessness and anger, but he had nowhere to vent.
"Strong arms, really, strong arms!" Shakova continued to say as if she was ignited with fighting spirit, with a hint of inexplicable excitement in her voice. She seemed to want to vent all the dissatisfaction in her heart and let Nuowen know that she is not easy to mess with.
Nuowen turned around and glared at her fiercely, then turned his face away, and said impatiently: "Okay, man, I'm sorry I asked this question. Not everything is work. I was wrong, stop talking." Then he finally calmed down the fierce verbal battle.
Meanwhile, Ston Butch came to the VIP room. He approached carefully and through the glass window, he saw a figure inside, close to the glass room.
"Unknown enemy, go and negotiate with it." Ston Butch quickly reported to the headquarters, his voice was low and firm. He picked up a bottle of wine, used it as a temporary combat tool, held it tightly in his hand, and then walked steadily towards the other end of the window, every step was steady and powerful, full of vigilance. A kind of firmness and courage was revealed in his eyes, as if no difficulty could stop him from moving forward.
He saw the figure quickly move behind the curtains and hide. Judging from his figure, the man was tall and burly, like a hill.
"I found you. If you don't want to die, please turn around slowly." Ston Butch shouted loudly, his voice echoing in the room, full of deterrence. His voice was like a bell, making people shudder.
After a while, the man slowly turned around. Ston Butch looked at the back and felt a familiar feeling in his heart. As the other person's face gradually became clear, he couldn't help but shout in surprise: "Gibran? How could it be you!" His eyes widened, with disbelief. His face was full of surprise and doubt, as if he had seen someone who should not have appeared.
"Michael! What the hell are you doing here?" Before Ston Butch asked him, Long Zhan asked loudly, with surprise and confusion in his tone. His voice was full of surprise and curiosity, wanting to know why Ston Butch appeared here.
"I'm working." Ston Butch felt very strange and frowned, and he was full of doubts about the appearance of Long Zhan. His eyes revealed a kind of vigilance, not knowing what impact the appearance of Long Zhan would have on his mission.
"You look good, man, you look so much like you're losing weight." Long Zhan looked at Ston Butch carefully and found that he had lost weight, but his energy was pretty good, with a smile on his face. There was a hint of teasing in his smile, trying to ease the tension.
"Thank you, I did it on purpose." Ston Butch responded simply, and then couldn't wait to ask, "By the way, what are you doing here?" His eyes were full of curiosity and exploration, wanting to reveal the mystery of Long Zhan appearing here.
Long Zhan pointed to a computer behind him and said seriously: "I am also working, I want to invade the surveillance system." His eyes revealed a kind of concentration and persistence, as if the whole world was left with him and the computer in front of him.
"Ah? Are you following Peter Renko too?" Ston Butch asked in surprise at this moment without knowing anything about Long Zhan's appearance and the work he was engaged in. His voice was full of surprise and doubt. Unexpectedly, Long Zhan was also involved in such a mission.
Ston Butch tried to approach the monitoring junction box again and came to the next to the junction box. He carefully opened the junction box and began to check the line.
After a careful inspection, he found that the line was originally Long Zhan who had tampered with it, which led to the interference of CCTV signals. He quickly repaired the line and reported to Chetri on the walkie-talkie: "The signal interference problem has been solved, you can check the surveillance screen." After Chetrie received the message, he immediately began to check the surveillance screen. He carefully searched every corner in the screen, trying to find Natasha Peterrenko.
"Peterrenko? No, no, no, I'm investigating this bastard named Caleb Montgomery, I'm working for him." Long Zhan reported to Ston Butcher truthfully, with a hint of firmness in his eyes. His eyes revealed a kind of firmness and determination toward his goal, as if he would not give up until he caught Caleb Montgomery.
"Montgomery? Who is it?" Ston Butch looked confused, never heard of the name at all, his face full of doubt. A kind of confusion revealed in his eyes, confused about the strange name.
"You know, he is just a technology dealer, doing security, satellite system things. He tracked several rewards from a shell company called Kingfisher, so I changed my job and joined a security team." Long Zhan explained patiently, recalling his investigation process, a hint of fatigue appeared in his eyes. His voice was filled with a hint of fatigue and helplessness, as if he was telling a difficult journey.
Ston Butch looked at Long Zhan and felt that they suddenly became unfamiliar. Unconsciously, the two of them completed their tasks separately, and the tacit understanding seemed to fade away in time.
"Are you working for the CIA now?" Ston Butch continued to ask Long Zhan. He really couldn't understand Long Zhan's behavior, and felt that what he was doing was becoming more and more than he imagined. A kind of doubt and speculation was revealed in his eyes, trying to find some clues from Long Zhan's answer.
"No, no, no, I'm a self-employed person, it's almost a hobby, not something else. Pavel shot me, Michael, do you know? When I pee, the position where I was shot still hurts." Long Zhan said, with a painful expression on his face, as if recalling the pain at that time, "I have to catch him." A firm determination was revealed in his eyes. His voice was filled with pain and anger, and the hatred of Pavel made him more determined to catch Kaleb Montgomery's determination.
Ston Butch looked at Long Zhan seriously, and was very complicated about his situation.
Chapter completed!