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A moment later, in a secluded alley corner somewhere in Russia.

Aleksey rubbed his aching wrist, leaned against the cold wall, and coldly looked at the three or four foreigners who had kidnapped him from the street to this place. The glasses on his nose were crooked, and blood dripped from his nostrils.

The exit to the main road outside had been blocked, and the other side of the alley was a brick wall piled with garbage.

Without a doubt, this was not a kidnapping on a whim. The fact that they accurately called out his name, even gave his address, and the names of his wife and daughter, indicated that this could not be solved by simply losing some money.

"Let me introduce myself, we are headhunters from the United States, and we would like to invite you to work in our country."

The leading foreign man flexed his knuckles. In order to shut up this former Soviet nuclear physicist, he had to violate the plan and punch him in the face directly. From the current situation, the effect seemed to be quite good.

Glancing at the silent Aleksey, the American man grinned and said unhurriedly.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Aleksey, in order to achieve a relatively quiet place to talk, the methods and means we have adopted may be a little rough - after all, that KGB agent who has been following you these days is really annoying, so we had to find a way to make him quiet for a while."

"Frank? Wait… he's not one of you?"

Aleksey frowned, covering his bleeding nose and speaking in a muffled voice.

"Of course not, humph, if it weren't for these people constantly hindering our work recently..."

The man from the United States snorted coldly, a trace of unnaturalness flashed across his face, and said angrily.

"But now there is no problem, the Russian authorities have issued an order to search the entire city for these dismissed personnel who are not in the existing KGB files - these unstable elements will soon be caught."

"A bunch of traitors! What did you do to Frank?!"

"Instead of worrying about others, you should consider your own problems first, Mr. Aleksey."

The man raised his wrist and looked at his watch, took out a file from his pocket and patted it in his hand, inadvertently parting his windbreaker, revealing a pistol tucked in his waist, and said softly with a hint of threat.

"Seriously consider our proposal, think about Natasha and the others who are waiting for you to go home. You know, in this chaotic world, robberies happen every day, and many people disappear every day - as the deputy director of a research institute whose name is about to disappear tomorrow, oh no, has already disappeared, you should understand..."

Looking around the surrounding environment, and the attitude of the American man in front of him, Aleksey tugged at the corner of his mouth with contempt, and stared directly at the American agent who appeared in front of him without fear, and said word by word.

"He~tui! I would rather sell my soul to the devil than betray my country to you maggots."

"Well, as we assessed before."

Facing Aleksey's answer, the man curled his lips indifferently and wiped the saliva off his face.

As a field agent belonging to the CiA, his main job was not persuasion and infiltration, but beheading and secretly eliminating targets - the previous words were just a procedure, representing that he had tried.

In fact, since being assigned to this task, he had roughly understood the attitude of the authorities.

In any case, this important scientific researcher who participated in the main development project of the former Soviet nuclear power and nuclear weapons research project must not be out of control. Even if these people fall into third-world countries, they may pose a great threat.

"Then, I'm sorry… If you want to blame, blame your Kremlin and the knowledge in your mind. Unfortunately, since the collapse of the Soviet Union, there has been no force in this world that can stop us."

Looking at the dark muzzle in front of him, Aleksey's eyes were a little dazed, it's a pity… he won't be able to bring bread home tonight. With Natasha's character, they probably won't go to receive his severance pay, right?

Hopefully, the Gold Star medal at home can still sell for a good price...

Bang!

Bang bang bang!

The expected pain did not come. The American man suddenly turned his gun at the last moment and killed a colleague standing next to him. Then, he continued to pull the trigger towards his surrounding partners like crazy.

"Leonard, are you crazy?!"

"Damn it! Kill him! He's a traitor!"

Caught off guard by the attack, the other Americans reacted quickly. Several people wrestled together. The smell of blood, gunpowder, and the angry curses and groans of the men were mixed together. The scene became extremely chaotic for a while.

Aleksey, who had escaped the catastrophe, looked around, preparing to find a trash can or some cover to avoid being accidentally injured by stray bullets. The situation in front of him made his mind a little dazed for a while.

Just then, a subtle familiar voice came to Aleksey's ear.

"We should go, Mr. Aleksey, don't resist."

"Frank? When did you come..."

Aleksey suddenly turned his head, looked at the blurry figure behind him, and before he could finish speaking, he felt a sinking feeling in his shoulders.

Then, Aleksey encountered a terrible feeling he had never experienced before.

He felt like his whole person was squeezed in a thick rubber tube. He couldn't breathe, and every part of his body was being squeezed, which was almost beyond his limit of tolerance… no, or it was the limit he thought.

Then, just when he thought he might suffocate, the invisible tube suddenly burst open. He knelt on the cool Russian night sky, breathing in the fresh, icy air.

Aleksey could hear the sound of traffic not far away. The blurred vision gradually recovered. The familiar building outlines and lights in the distance told him that they had not left the city too far. They should be staying on the roof of a certain house at the moment.

And next to him was that strange young man, Frank, who he had just separated from not long ago.

However, the young man was now holding a thin wooden stick tightly in his hand, as if he was holding a Western sword used for duels. For some reason, Aleksey always felt like he had seen this scene somewhere before.

A trace of tension appeared on Frank's young face, and he said quickly.

"I understand you must have a lot of confusion, but please wait a moment, I still have some cleaning up to do."

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Chapter Two~

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