I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 1020: Ghost Rescue

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In the early morning of the next day, three people put away the gasoline stove and sleeping bags and went on the road.

Last night, Jiang Chen was on the last shift. He squinted after getting in the car and leaned his head against the window of the car to sleep for a while. When he woke up, however, he found his face resting on Natasha’s lap.

Despite the jeans, the elasticity is quite good.

“I suddenly found out that your sleeping face is pretty cute.” With Jiang Chen looking up, Natasha bent her corner narrowly.

Sitting up with his eyes rubbed, Jiang Chen stretched his waist and asked vaguely as he cut Hache.

“Speaking of it, what’s the number today?”

“April 25th.” Aisha was driving and replied.

“Has it already been April 25th?” Jiang Chen looked at the scene that flew out of the window, and the smoky smoke rising from the south, and then said, “Hurry back in a few days. Well, I always feel that something big is going to happen here. “

Not to mention, it ’s more than a week later on May 4th, and the electric rays flying to UFOs should arrive. He was still curious about what that UFO was. The history of human exploration of extraterrestrial civilization has been close to half a century, during which numerous postcards symbolizing friendship were launched into the universe, but never received a response.

Even on the timeline of the last days, Jiang Chen had never heard of extraterrestrial civilization. If the unidentified flight really came from extraterrestrial civilizations, then this year will be the first year of the first intimate contact between earth civilizations and extraterrestrial civilizations.

“What are you thinking?” Natasha poked Jiang Chen’s arm lightly.

Jiang Chen smiled.

“I was thinking … something far away.”

The border between Russia and Ukraine is getting closer and closer. In order to avoid the patrol of the border guards, Aisha released the drone again. After confirming the patrol route of the Ukrainian border guards, he found the right time to start the car and rushed in a hurry In the past.

On the way across the border, Jiang Chen also saw the ragged stowaways. Most of them were poor people who were displaced by the fighting, and some were deserters on the front line. From the gray eyes, they could hardly see the hope of life.

Maybe some bad memories were aroused. Aisha’s expression was a little subtle, and her speed was raised slightly.

Someone waved to stop the car, but they did n’t stop. There are all kinds of people in these refugees, and no one can be sure which ones really need help, and who are deliberately distorting their thoughts. What’s more, there are so many people here that they cannot save everyone.

Jian Chen looked at his watch from the refugee wave outside the window.

It ’s almost eleven, and crossing the border before lunch should n’t be a problem. I ’m not sure you can still have a hot lunch in the Russian town opposite.

At this moment, a newsletter from Ghost Agent headquarters was sent to his watch.

There are only four words in the newsletter.

[Successful Rescue]

……

In the eyes of neighbors, Mario Melnikov is just a coffee shop owner, but few people know the unknown side of this kind Slavic uncle. In addition to grinding good coffee, he also served as the eyeliner of the underground intelligence network of the Russian Federal Security Service in Kiev.

In the entire Kiev city information system, he plays the role of a microphone. The professional point is the information relay station, which is responsible for assigning the tasks of superiors to the informant, and at the same time, after sorting out the information the informant investigates, passes The encrypted radio broadcasts the information back to the receiving station on the border between Russia and Ukraine.

As usual, Mario made breakfast for himself, turned on the TV and prepared to eat breakfast while watching the news, and then drove to work in the store. Recently I heard that there was a Ukrainian military officer called Skalov who was going to be transferred back to the capital. His real identity is an informant of the Russian Federal Security Service.

As Mario wondered what work he should be assigned to, the doorbell rang.

After hearing the doorbell, he froze slightly.

It is eight o’clock in the morning, and no neighbor will come to the door at this time.

Thinking of this, he was a little alert and walked carefully to the door and looked out of the house through the cat’s eyes.

I saw two men in black trench coats standing at the door. The man in the head was wearing a dome hat, the sharpened face looked lean, and an eagle hook nose was particularly eye-catching. From his appearance, Mario immediately analyzed two pieces of intelligence.

First, they have guns in their pockets.

Second, the man led was a soldier.

Seeing that the door did not open, the man pressed the doorbell impatiently again, and gestured to the deputy next to him. The deputy understood, and walked to the side.

Mario is very clear that his deputy is probably going to the back of his house now. The purpose is to prevent him from escaping from behind.

When he saw this scene, he knew very well that the other party probably did n’t come to investigate and collect evidence. I was afraid that they had already got enough evidence and came to the door to catch people.

With a scolding shout, Mario hurriedly picked up a pair of shoes on the ground and put them on, and turned and ran towards the stairs.

When he first ran to the second floor and did not take two steps, a loud noise came from the living room.

Obviously, when he found that there was no response when he pressed the doorbell three times, the man realized that something was wrong and decided to break in.

Mario quickly ran back to the bedroom, took out a Glock pistol and two magazines from under the bed, and ran to the bathroom while attaching the magazine to open the insurance. After rushing into the bathroom, the steel glass door was locked back, and then walked into the bathroom.

Behind the curtain of the bathroom, there is a wooden door he designed specifically for escape. He never thought he would use it one day, but just as he pulled out the key to open the door, a squeak came from the bathroom door and was gently pushed open.

He turned sharply and lifted the gun, the muzzle that shook his finger trembling constantly.

Although he has received military training, he has not killed anyone, and he never thought he would fight with a gun. After all, he was just a clerk, he didn’t have to risk his life to collect intelligence, and he was just a civilian before becoming a Russian agent.

No one came in the open door, Mario gasped, trying to stop her hands from shaking.

However, at this moment, his eyes suddenly flicked, the gun had been unloaded, and he had n’t reacted to it yet. His hands were cut back against the edge of the bathtub. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get rid of the hand imprisoned behind him.

I do n’t know when a figure appeared behind him, just like a ghost. He did n’t even notice where she came from.

“Don’t move.”

“Is a friendly army.”

Controlling herself with just one hand, Mario noticed that she had a dagger in her other hand, and the dagger was stained with blood that had not been wiped off.

There is no doubt that this blood is fresh.

He was relieved when he saw the blood on the dagger.

If there is no accident, the blood should be left by the one who broke in … (to be continued.)