I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 142: Of course not

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Entering the suburb of Donetsk, the road suddenly became rough. The scene of a fragment of the wall on both sides of the street, Jiang Chen even for a moment, produced the illusion of being in the last days.

Under the ruins, there are faintly visible traces of living people. Those who had nowhere to go set up a humble shack in the destroyed home and looked at the patrolling Ukrainian soldiers with hostile eyes.

Continue on, the road conditions are getting worse.

Nick had to park the car next to a private house, and then called Makanov.

Soon, a soldier with a rifle found them.

"Boris, second lieutenant." The short-haired guy saw Jiang Chen and stood up to salute, "I am sent by General Makanov to greet you."

"Jiang Chen." Jiang Chen simply reported his name and smiled and reached out and shook his hand.

Calluses are all over the palm, and at first glance is a battle-hardened veteran.

Withdrew his hand, Boris nodded.

"Please follow me."

Removing a black suitcase from the car, Jiang Chen and Nick kept up with him.

However, what they did not know was that a corpse was lying on the sidewalk about 400 meters away from their parking point.

Military uniforms and equipment have been stripped away, the pupils are dilated, and there is a terrible blood hole in the forehead.

......

The wreckage of armored vehicles and tanks, this is the crossfire area.

A dumb girl walks through the inaccessible street.

Her whole body was covered in black, only showing the thin lips under the shadow of the cloak. Behind him is a guitar case, like a musician walking under the ruins.

Pulling up the sleeve of his right hand, a watch-like computer flickered with faint fluorescence.

That is EP.

On the screen is a map of this area. The mapping of tactical maps with jet signals is one of EP's anti-sky functions.

Yesterday, she had walked all the way around. The small blue dot on the map is the coordinate of the transmitter that Jiang Chen carried.

"Are you here?" Aisha murmured to herself, and walked silently toward the half-destroyed residential building.

"It was very dangerous. It was hit by a shell a few days ago and may collapse at any time—" The refugees curled up trying to remind the girl, but the girl just glanced at him and then pulled out the pistol .

The refugee raised his hands in horror and backed away.

"Leave."

Perhaps I understood Aisha ’s English. The man tried to step back sideways and saw that she had no intention of shooting, turned around and ran away.

When she saw the unrelated person leaving, she put away her pistol and turned her back on her back with her guitar case.

Climbing up the truncated stairs dexterously, Aisha easily reached the top floor.

It ’s the same as what the virtual reality training system learned.

Open the guitar case, take out the parts of the sniper rifle, and skillfully connect the barrel.

After a little debugging, Aisha took out a cloak of urban camouflage and put it on her body, so she lay on the dusty ground, and then built the sci-fi ghost sniper rifle.

"Aisha is already in place." Aisha murmured to herself on the ground.

......

"Well, keep on standby."

Jiang Chen stretched out his hand and gently supported his ears, and pressed his wrist against his lips.

Boris leads the way. Nick walked aside and looked around silently. On the other hand, Jiang Chen looked very relaxed, as if he didn't have the consciousness of being on the front line.

The bumpy dirt road, with a row of planks over two meters high, lined up as a simple wall. On the front line, such gadgets are usually used to interfere with sniper reconnaissance or black guns.

"How long is it?" Jiang Chen glanced at the broken tank on the side of the road and shouted to Boris walking in front.

"It's coming soon, right in front." Boris gave a vague answer.

"Right, can I ask a personal question?" Jiang Chen asked with a smile as he approached him.

"Of course, if sensitive information is not involved."

"What is your position in the 92nd Air Brigade?" Judging from the calluses full of hands, this guy's skill should not be small.

"Currently serving as General Makanov's personal guard." Boris is fluent in English, and actually can understand Jiang Chen's Chinese English which is only slightly above level 6 for the first time.

"Oh? Then your marksmanship should be good." Jiang Chen gave him an unexpected look.

"Okay." Boris doesn't seem to want to continue this topic, but after a pause, he added a sentence, "I am his nephew."

The three of them went on for a while, but at this moment, Nick staring at the roadside frowned and stopped.

Since he has been silent, he suddenly interjected and asked, "Has the 92nd Infantry Brigade advanced so far?"

"Of course not." Boris shrugged and said something that made the two unknown.

Nick responded fastest, and his hand touched his waist in an instant. But Boris, who had been preparing for it, apparently took him a step faster, and his rifle was already aimed at him.

"I advise you not to move, even if it is a few hundred meters away from you except for the one in my hand." Boris grinned and said with ease, but his eyes were looking Jiang Chen, "I'm very sorry, Mr. Jiang, someone wants to talk to you."

"Who?" Jiang Chen smiled, and asked with ease.

Obviously, this Boris is fake. Makanov should have indeed sent someone over, was intercepted on the road, and then replaced with this Boris?

Although I had expected the troubles, Jiang Chen did not expect the troubles to come not from Makanov, but from a force I had never seen before.

The radio communication should have been intercepted. The other party ’s strength is obviously not weak. But even knowing this, Jiang Chen's face still had no waves, looking at Boris with a smile.

Boris did not answer Jiang Chen ’s question, and looked at him with a little surprise, "Do n’t Mr. Jiang worry about his safety?"

"Safety? Why worry?" Jiang Chen pretended to be surprised and opened his hand. "Since you want to kidnap me, don't you still guarantee my safety?"

It seemed to be amused by Jiang Chen's logic. Boris grinned and raised his left hand to make a gesture.

Several people came out of the shadow on the side. Judging from their skillful movements and professional gun positions, these guys should belong to a special force.

Looking at the face of Mao Zedong again, I thought that Ukraine had no "special forces" before Nick came, and Jiang Chen also vaguely guessed the identity of these people.

Nick was simply tied up, but they did not politely shoot Jiang Chen. Perhaps it is because from the appearance, Jiang Chen does not look like that kind of "dangerous person".

"KGB?" asked tentatively, Jiang Chen stared at Boris's eyes.

It is a professional agent, and there are no waves in his pupils. Boris just smiled and didn't answer anything.

"It does n’t matter who we are, little handsome guy from the East."

With a frivolous tone, some of Jiang Chen's familiar voice came from behind.

Slightly jerky Mandarin. (To be continued.)