Soviet Godfather

In an inconspicuous cafe in Cambridge, Massachusetts, a charming blond beauty is sitting on a small table by the window, reading a book seriously. Her hair was simply coiled behind her head, her brows were tightly frowned, and she looked a little melancholy, with a pair of black silk eyes on a small and high bridge of nose. She was wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt and denim shorts with suspenders, which is a common student dress in Cambridge. Two white and slender legs are gracefully joined together.

Such a beautiful woman is rare here, especially in Harvard University, where elites gather. Such a beautiful woman should go to Hollywood. As long as any man passes by her, he will stop and watch, she is simply a sight here. A handsome man walked up to her with a cup of coffee, and gently placed it on the table. The beauty looked up at him in surprise.

"I treat you, please don't be polite, I just hope that I can send you back later." The handsome man said to the girl with a smile on his face.

"Sorry, I don't know you." After finishing speaking, the girl pushed away the coffee and continued to immerse herself in her own world. The sun was gradually setting, and the number of people in the cafe gradually increased. At night, it will become a tavern, and it also serves some simple food. Many Harvard students will come here to solve their own dinners or invite friends to have a drink here, and meet some girls by the way. Don't want to be accosted here.

The girl quickly packed her things and was about to leave when a piece of news on TV suddenly caught her attention. On the screen, a man in traditional Afghan clothing was being hit on the head by another man in the same attire, but still Be fearless. The news anchor broadcast this piece of news on the sidelines. The headline of the news was "Soviet prisoners of war staged a prison escape, brutally killing thousands of local residents in Paghman".

"The Soviet prisoners of war who received much attention yesterday because of their generous speeches in the religious court of the S-warrior in Afghanistan now have new news. According to reliable news, they successfully escaped from the prison controlled by the S-warrior with the help of chemical weapons. This action has caused thousands of local casualties..." The girl couldn't help but shed tears when she saw the man on the screen, he couldn't remember how many nights he had tossed and turned, how many nights he cried because of the condemnation of his conscience Wet the pillow. In this world-renowned institution of higher learning, she was far away from wars and conspiracies, and far away from those simple-minded Soviet soldiers. Here some are comfortable and peaceful, and some are shrewd and promising young people. But she couldn't decide which one she wanted.

The sad look of the girl quickly attracted the attention of others. She quickly wiped away the tears and left here as soon as possible. When she walked outside the door, the sun was about to set completely, and there was still a glowing red cloud in the sky. The girl pushed up the bicycle leaning against the wall, got on the bicycle, and started to rush to her dormitory. This is a rare leisure time in a day. The girl doesn't want to waste the study time she has saved so hard. She forces herself to study for more than ten hours a day. Only the time when she rides back home every day can be regarded as relaxation. , but recently because of something on my mind, I have been a little bit reluctant to read the book.

The girl's speed is not fast. On weekdays, she likes to ride along the river, so that she can enjoy the beautiful scenery of the bank while thinking about the knowledge she just learned. But today her mind is full of the news just now. After learning that the Soviet prisoners of war have escaped, what the girl wants to know most now is whether any of those Soviet prisoners of war were injured or died, and if so, who are they? He must find a way to figure it out.

Suddenly a motorcycle whizzed past the girl and almost knocked the girl down. The girl stopped the car quickly. The motorcycle was lying across the road, blocking the girl's way. The man on the motorcycle took off his helmet and walked towards the girl step by step.

"Can't we get to know each other?" The man stretched out his hand to pull the girl,

But the girl opened it with her hand. The girl was pushing the car and was about to leave, when suddenly the man hugged her from behind, and then he was about to drag her into the grass by the river. Cursing in his mouth, "Little bitch!...I don't know how to flatter you!...See how I can make you happy later!" But the man was too happy, and after the girl recovered from the initial surprise, her slender thighs instantly He raised it to his shoulder, and hit the man behind him accurately and powerfully. Immediately after the man was hit, he fell to the ground with his face covered in blood, and passed out immediately.

The girl kicked the man between his legs a few times, then picked up her car and left. The girl stopped riding on the small road by the river. He pushed the bike to the main road and saw a lonely telephone booth under the street light. The girl hesitated for a while, and finally went into the telephone booth and dialed a number.

Langley, where the CIA headquarters is located, in an independent office, as the phone rang, the man buried in the documents picked up the phone and put it to his ear, and then said: "This is Edward Podark, Something to talk about!"

"Hi Edward, I'm Eva, I just saw it on the news, they escaped, I want to ask what's going on? Are any of them injured or dead?" The person on the phone claimed to be Eva said the girl.

"Yes, they did escape, but it has nothing to do with you now, doesn't it? Your mission has been completed, are you short of money again?" Edward asked expectantly on the phone, this Eva But she is a potential intelligence officer, how much Edward hopes she can join the CIA as a formal employee.

"No, the money I earned last time was enough to pay my tuition and my mother's medical bills. This is the end of our cooperation! I just want to ask if they are all safe, especially the one called Seryozha? I'm just a little worried, after all we are friends." Eva asked nervously.

"Do you just want to know this? They did escape, no one was injured, and that Seryozha should be fine, after all, he planned it this time, but those local aborigines will suffer. Alas! It's hell on earth!" After hearing this, Eva already got the answer she wanted, and she hurriedly ended the call. When he came out of the phone booth, he couldn't help but smile on his face, picked up his bicycle, and started to drive back. In the past few days because of worry, I have been a little bit reluctant to read the book, and now I can finally read with peace of mind. Thinking of next week's anatomy class exam, Eva can't help speeding up.