Battlefield Contractor

In a room of the secret underground fortification, there was a man sitting on a chair, his face covered by a black hood. Until the hood was removed, the man narrowed his eyes and began to adapt to the indoor lighting. This is a white man with brown hair. The beard on his face has not been shaved for some days, and he looks a little haggard and decadent.

He moved his neck, looked at the other black man in the room, and whispered, "Are you here to bring me good news, Kevin?"

The black man wore a suit and his dark bald head made him look very dangerous. In fact, he is more dangerous than he looks. His name is Kevin, but many people are more accustomed to calling him Mr. K. As one of the most effective senior agents of the CIA, Mr. K is also a heavyweight in the intelligence community.

"Unfortunately, the above has not given a clear answer." Mr. K looked at the white man, took out a cigarette, and winked at an American agent next to him. The agent nodded and walked up, spotting the white man.

The white man took a cigarette and nodded politely, "Thank you. But I hope we can make progress in trading."

"We can meet most of your requests. But you must prove that you are worthy of our doing. Jeposki, it is better for us to talk about the information you know." Mr. K said slowly.

"I have given you some information, and I will not disclose the others easily. I need your protection and need a lot of money. Then you must arrange a new identity for us and ensure that we will not be Russia for the rest of our lives. The agent found it. This is a drop in the value of the information I provided." The Jeposki smiled slightly.

"But we still can't trust people like you." Mr. K said coldly.

"Nine days." Jeposki said slowly.

"What?" Mr. K frowned.

Jeposki whispered, "If I remember correctly, you let me move to four places within nine days. What I want to say is that if you have not already noticed the seriousness of the matter, it is impossible to do so. Do. I think the Russian intelligence service must be looking for me now. Even if you don’t believe me, you should think about the reason why they are so nervous."

"If you tell what you know, we might be able to discuss it again." Mr. K looked at him.

"Don't be funny, we are all the same kind of people. If I tell everything I know, then I will be of no use to you. You will let me fend for myself, and you won't even care about my life or death. "Jerboski shook his head.

"You should know that we have many ways for you to speak." Mr. K looked at him.

"You should also know that I will have more ways to deal with it. Don't use these low-level psychological offensives to threaten me. No one is a rookie who can mix to our level. Everyone knows the basics, so why bother in vain." Jeposki took a cigarette, then turned around and said, "How is my wife?"

"She's fine, she's right next door. But I can't let you meet for now." Mr. K took a few steps. "This is only temporary. Once the decision is made up, we will send you to the United States." This bald head The blacks in the country seem to be not surprised by Jeposki’s reaction.

"I won't go to the United States. The risk of going there is too great. The Russian intelligence service will not let me go. I don't want to be the second Litvinenko. So you must help me get a fake identity and go. The third country outside of the United States and Russia is better than Europe." Jeposki said slowly.

"Trust me, we are dealing with these things. And you are here only temporarily. Once the decision is made, you and your wife can leave here." Mr. K was obviously helpless to this Russian spy. It is useless to threaten and extract confessions from such veteran spies. They insist on making a deal with you.

"Where are we?" Jeposki looked at him.

"A safe place." Mr. K replied.

"Although I have been blindfolded when I came, based on my judgment of the itinerary, we should still be somewhere in Asia." Jeposki looked around and said slowly, "It looks like your other base. .But I did not hear any aircraft taking off and landing, so this is not an air force base, and certainly not a naval base.

Sorry, I have no intention of picking up your food, but canned food and dehydrated vegetables are my least favorite foods. So judging by food, I haven't eaten fresh vegetables for a few days, which shows that we are in a remote enough place. If you think that a remote place can be safe, then you are very wrong. "

Mr. K's face remained unchanged, looking at the Russian spy. "Where is it, this is not what you should ask."

"I don't want to ask either. It's a pity that this is related to my personal safety." Jeposki sneered. "Where we can't ensure our safety, what valuable information do you expect me to give you?"

Mr. K turned around and waved to his subordinates, "Come here today, cover his face. Look at him carefully, including going to the toilet, don't let this guy out of sight."

"Don't worry, I won't run." Jeposki sneered. "You incompetent idiots."

After walking out of the room, Mr. K turned to his men and said, "How is the security situation on the periphery?"

"No problem. In addition to our people, there is a special squad of Jungle Cats who are in charge of guarding. The guard received an order from the inside that if there is no special permission, no one can approach here, including myself." Mr. K's men whispered. Replied.

"That's good, this person has a great relationship, and it may affect our relationship with Russia, otherwise it is impossible for the above to make a decision until now." Mr. K whispered, "So we must not have any problems."

The agent under Mr. K nodded, "Understood!"

At the same time, Lin Rui and others have penetrated into the tunnels of the base. Because it was midnight, most members of the Jungle Cat troops in the underground base had rested. It's just the long aisle, with a few soldiers on duty guarding.

Lin Rui and others wore US military uniforms. Because of the high humidity in the tropical rain forest and heavy night fog during night patrols, they all wore goretex raincoats. This makes their figures well covered up, and it is difficult to tell from their figures whether they are members of the patrol units.

Crazy Horse is very experienced in this type of base, and led Lin Rui and others to avoid the American patrol in the passage, and several people gathered in a dim passage.