On the peninsula at the eastern end of the Orford Fjord, there is a place called Nalvik.

This is Nordic and the northernmost unfreezing port in the world.

Although this is just a small town with a population of less than 20,000, it has also been a brief focus in human history.

In April 1940, the sinful Third German Empire staged a "fight of beasts" here. They relied on a temporary force composed of 6,000 young soldiers to resist for six weeks under the attack of 20,000 elite Allied troops, and successfully withstood the enemy's retreat.

On the last day of retreat, the Royal Navy's aircraft carrier "Glory" and its two frigates sank forever in the ice sea outside the port.

Perhaps the British had already lost their "glory" long before that, or perhaps they had never owned that kind of thing, but no matter what... it was undoubtedly a battle full of symbolic and ironic meaning.

Since then, many years have passed until the 23rd century, also in April, under the seemingly calm appearance of Narvik, a drama similar to that of the past... has been quietly brewing.

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The electronic door of the bar opened, and the cold north wind blew in, causing the guests who were sitting closer to the door to frown.

A few seconds later, four men and one woman, a group of five people walked into the bar quickly, and the door automatically closed.

The man in the lead is Asian, over 1.8 meters tall, strong and handsome. Following is a beautiful woman with mixed Eurasian race, how beautiful is? Even if her clothes are as thick as a dumpling, you can't help but look at them again.

The three people following them looked less eye-catching: a tall white man with blonde hair and blue eyes, wearing small round glasses; a thin man with all his body in a ski suit, wearing a ski mask and gloves, and barely revealing his skin; and a middle-aged white uncle who was about forty years old and looked very ordinary.

Although the five people did not speak to anyone after coming in and had no eyes met, they had become the focus of the audience just in the few steps they walked towards the bar.

This situation is obviously unrelated to Che Wuchen, who is the leader. He is a low-key person and no one here knows him.

It has nothing to do with Sophie. Although she will be stared at wherever she goes, the people around her basically don’t know her at this moment.

Similarly, neither Carl, who was walking in third place and K, who was walking in fourth place, were recognized.

The problem...is still the Prato who is walking at the end.

Of course, the people around him didn't know that his real name was Marhaus Prato. They only knew his other identity - Vladimirovic, deputy commander of the Iron Blood League, Pavel Zaitsev.

"I want to see the person in charge." Che Wuchen, who came to the bar, had no intention of sitting down to have a drink. He stood there and said straight to the bartender.

At this moment, both parties knew in their hearts that from the bartender to the guests in this bar were all remnants of the resistance organization. Therefore, they did not have to go around in any circle when they spoke.

"Brother..." When the bartender talked to Che Wuchen, he first turned his gaze to Prato's face and glanced, "I don't know..." He hesitated for a moment and changed his words, "At least I don't know all of you, you should at least report a font first."

"Reverse cross, Che Wuchen." Che Wuchen replied to him with six words very briefly.

The guests in the bar were already silent at this time. If the music imitating the old jukebox in the corner had not stopped, the atmosphere would have become quite solemn at this moment.

"Wait..." The bartender stared at Che Wuchen's face with alert eyes, and at the same time picked up the phone on the bar, played a few buttons, waited for a few seconds, and then chatted with a voice for a few words.

After hanging up the phone, the bartender opened the baffle next to the bar, walked out of it, and said as he walked, "Come with me."

He walked straight to the next to the jukebox, and pressed a set of song selection buttons in a certain order without coin input. After he finished pressing, the machine opened up and down like a "big mouth", and a slant leading to the ground was revealed inside.

"Please..." It seems that the bartender himself doesn't plan to go down.

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Until Che Wuchen and the other five walked down the tunnel and closed the entrance, the music of the jukebox never stopped. It can be seen that for such a large machine, only a small part of the components that really provide playback functions, and no matter how active the other parts do not affect the parts that play songs. If it weren't for the appearance of antiques, the size of this thing might have been reduced to the size of a bottle of mineral water.

Back to the topic, the tunnel under the bar is very narrow. In order to isolate the detection of electronic instruments, the surrounding walls are naturally covered with special insulation materials. Wireless devices such as mobile phones and i-pens will be disconnected from the internet when they arrive here.

Che Wuchen and his team walked along the passage for a few minutes and came to a door where a soldier standing guard (although he was not wearing a uniform, he could also tell from his standing posture and the gun in his hand) had opened the door for them.

Through this door, there was a slightly larger space, with the equipment placed inside and the three soldiers who had already been on standby, indicating that this should be the place to do security checks for people entering and leaving.

The three soldiers were two men and one woman. After Che Wuchen and his team passed the instrument detection, the soldiers searched them separately to prevent these guys from carrying resin pistols and other things made by 3D printers.

In short, after many inspections, fifteen minutes later, they finally met the person in charge here - Hannah Medvedeva, the interim commander of the "Cossack Rangers", and the commander of "Berber's Soul", Gasili (Gasili is only the first name or abbreviation. There are many people in Africa who have very long names, and it is common to have more than 40 letters. Their names mainly depend on their parents' interests and hobbies, so no characters with such names appearing in the following text will be fully named).

The reason why Hannah's title is "temporary" is that the original leadership of the Cossack Rangers was almost completely destroyed in the "Iron Curtain Flame" incident. Hannah, as the only leader who was not in the war zone, became the commander according to the principle of filling in the gaps step by step.

Although these rebel organizations are chaotic in federal propaganda, in fact, some organizations have very strict rules and regulations; according to the internal regulations of the Cossack Rangers, all commanders who accept command under abnormal processes must add the word "temporary" before their posts until the next vote or resolution in the charter "legalize" their posts or select new commanders.

Another commander, Gasili, is indeed a genuine commander, but unfortunately he is basically a bare commander now... Since the main force was completely wiped out in the theater two months ago, Gasili has not contacted his old troops in North Africa until now, and has no way to go back. He can only temporarily live under the stronghold run by the Cossack Rangers and the remnants of the Iron Blood Alliance.

"What a rare guest, Pavel." Hannah was in her fifties. She was a typical Eastern European American when she was young, but now she looks like a tough aunt who can swing the big guy up and beat him up. "You, the deputy commander of the Iron Blood Alliance, have been missing for so long, but as soon as you appeared, she suddenly rushed to me with a group of old federal subordinates. What are you trying to do?"

She spoke very straightforwardly, and as soon as she opened her mouth, she clearly stated that the other party - "I have just checked your identities", and used this to take the initiative in the conversation.

"We are here to help you." Prato did not reply, but Che Wuchen made this response.

"Agent Che, we are talking to Deputy Commander Zaitsev." Commander Gasili snatched at this time, "You are a defector inspector with FCPs, and you have no position to speak here, right?"

"Ha..." The next second, Prato laughed and said with a smile, "There is such a kind of person in the world... but when others are talking about major events in the world, they feel that they have become a big shot."

Upon hearing this, Gasili also chuckled: "Yes, people must have self-knowledge."

Unexpectedly, Prato looked at him and said with a sarcastic look: "You are the one I'm talking about, Gasili."

Gasili's expression turned from joy to anger in the next breath, and he squeezed out from his teeth: "What do you mean? Mr. Zaitsev."

"Don't be angry." At this moment, Sophie's sweet and soft voice suddenly sounded, and her face turned to Gasili.

Gasili's eyes soon fell on Sophie's face.

"Commander Gasili, we are talking about something very important." After contacting the eyes, Sophie looked at the other party, smiled, and gently said an incredible request, "Can you please die quickly for my sake?"

"Okay! OK!" Gasili nodded excitedly when he got this request, and then he took out the gun from his waist in a flash and shot his temple.

Two seconds later, the six guards stationed at the door rushed in due to gunfire. When they saw Gasili's body and brains on the ground, they naturally raised their guns and aimed at the five people who came to visit without saying a word.

"We haven't finished talking yet, can we let them out?" Facing the gun, Che Wuchen calmly looked at Aunt Hannah and said.

But Hannah was still shocked at this moment, and she didn't know what to deal with this strange scene for a moment.

"Gentlemen!" At this time, Sophie was again, and he whispered to the attention of the guards. "And the lady..." She also gave a special look at the only female guards, "... Can you please, can you please pretend that nothing has happened before, go out first?"

They agreed and brought the door with them when they went out.

"Are you here to kill us?" After a moment, Hannah seemed to calm down. She adjusted her breathing and asked the question as much as possible without trembling as possible.

"I said, we are here to help you." Che Wuchen said.

"Killing Commander Gasili is also 'helping us'?" Hannah had realized that Gasili was dead due to superpowers, so she tentatively said.

Che Wuchen replied slowly: "Gasili is just a trivial little person... He was originally the commander's throne by assassinating his former boss, so it is not popular within the soul of Berber.

"After the war in Eastern Europe started, he rushed to reach out from North Africa, in fact, just to plunder the fruits of victory, because he believed that the whole of Africa would sooner or later be his possession, and the territory on the other side of the Mediterranean would be a little more.

"I didn't expect that I ended up stealing a chicken and losing some rice...

"After the 'Iron Curtain Flame', because Gasily's whereabouts were unknown, the Berber Soul Remnants of North Africa quickly supported a new commander; no one tried to find Gasily, the 'former commander', so he stayed with you for so long.

"To sum up, it is a problem to keep a guy like him who has lost his real power and has no direct proportion to his ambition.

"We have helped you solve this problem. Aren't we helping you?"

Since the original connection network between the various resistance organizations was cut off after the bombing, Hannah could not verify Che Wuchen's words for the time being; but she basically believed it... Because Gasili did not do anything useful on weekdays, and he also had to serve him with delicious food and drink as if he was an old man. Although he was just a guest here, the bureaucratic behavior was still very obvious.

"Let's assume that what you said about Gasili is true..." Hannah thought for a moment and said again, "But I still find it hard to believe you." She paused, "In addition to the gentleman who didn't even show his face and Deputy Commander Zaitsev, you three other people... one was an inspector who used to be a FCP, and two deputy wardens who were the "Nine Prisons"... are all high-level personnel in the federal system; you are now saying that you belong to the "reverse cross", but who can determine what your real position is?"

"Not three, four." At this time, Prato spoke, "I am also a high-level member of the Federation..."

Then, in Hannah's surprised gaze, Prato reported his real name and told the fact that he had been undercover in the Iron Blood League for many years.

"You actually..." Hannah has been in the Resistance Organization for many years. Her husband and children are also members of the organization, and they have all died one after another in the past decade. And what Hannah hated most in her life were the undercover agents who were involved in the Resistance Organization.

"No matter who I used to do or what I was serving, my only thought now is to avenge the Federation... nothing else." Prato ended with this sentence and lit a cigarette for himself.

"Ha...what do you have done before? Just because you are backfiring again, it's all over?" Hannah asked with a sneer.

"One day, someone like you will come to kill me and avenge your comrades who were killed by spies," Prato exhaled, "or... I was lucky, and died before that." He dusted the ashes, "But this kind of thing... is not the focus of our discussion today."

"What's the point?" Hannah asked in a hostile tone.

"The point is..." Che Wuchen took the conversation again, "At this moment, a federal joint sea and land operation force is approaching Narvik. Although the specific location of your stronghold has not been exposed, it is only a matter of time to find you in such a sparsely populated place; and the only solution that can save you from being driven out is..." He shrugged, "... cooperate with us 'reverse cross'."
Chapter completed!