Mtskheta, November 23, 2056.
Under the gloomy sky, the blue and red flags in front of the Capitol look like clearly defined tides. People gathered together waving their respective flags. The weather was already very cold, with middle-aged and elderly people wearing heavy coats and expressionless faces. Young people were shouting and jumping loudly.
A white armored vehicle passed by the square with French military markings and numbers on it. The private driving the armored vehicle lifted his head and looked at the young man next to him, who was from the East. He stood up and looked down at the square in the distance. He was wearing a pitch black windbreaker, and the cold wind blowing from the square made his clothes rustle.
The black haired girl who was walking with him was cute and relaxed, wearing a down jacket and a thick woolen skirt. Her cherry red boots revealed a cute calf and round knees, and she was playing with her camera and interview pen, both of which had the CNN logo on them.
Are you going to the Holiday Inn? CNN reporters all live there. "French Private said.
He was informed that he would pick up and drop off two newly stationed CNN war correspondents, but strangely, the young journalists did not immediately go to the hotel, but instead requested to come to the Capitol building to take a look.
No, thank you, just take us here, "Lin said, lightly jumping off the armored vehicle.
We need to shoot some footage, "Irina smiled faintly and kissed the Private's profile.
They got off the car, and the Private suddenly noticed that the luggage of these two people was unusually small. The man only carried a simple black handbag, and the woman only carried some journalist equipment.
The last question, do you know Dalat Road? "Lin asked Private.
Where are you going? It's a slum, be careful, there are rebels. Yesterday, a car was bombed there, and three people died. "The private winked at Irina." Good luck, beauty
The armored vehicle drove away.
Irina smiled and said, 'A CNN reporter?'? The expression on your face looks more like an agent than a spy, yet he didn't even notice. "
I'm not worried, "Lin said expressionlessly." I noticed a long time ago that when you were within ten feet of me, people wouldn't even notice my presence
Irina threw the tagged interview equipment on the ground, while Lin silently watched as the crowd took a few steps forward. The ground was covered in damp paper soaked in rainwater, with angry signs and slogans printed on it. Cold raindrops floated in the air. Lin stepped on something and lowered his head to see a handheld billboard with a huge English slogan written on it.
The Caucasus is not a proton reactor, "Irina read out.
She was slightly horrified as she saw dried blood on the broken wooden handle.
After a moment of silence, Lin said, "There are violent conflicts of all sizes here every day now. It wasn't like this when I left a few months ago
Is it because of a nationwide election
More importantly, because of being defeated, people don't know their future and begin to doubt their past, "Lin pointed to the distance." The red flag is the Independent Freedom Alliance, and the blue flag is the Peace and Democracy Alliance. They used to be comrades in arms, but now it's either you die or I die. We can't coexist
Are we going to Dalat Road
Yes, go find the client, "Lin said.
Principal? We are not private detectives. "Irina had not read the action plan, and Lin was the main person in charge.
But he is the only clue that helps us find the general
Kula Binhe District, Dalat Road, seems to be the most dilapidated city and street in Mtskheta.
Walking on this ancient and narrow road, Irina felt that the low rise buildings next to her, which were gray in color, were almost collapsing and hitting her head. It was obvious that those buildings were supported by steel bars wrapped around the outside to maintain their walls, and the continuous bombing had damaged the foundations of these buildings. Even more unsettling is that although no one is visible on this street, there are faint glances behind many windows. When Irina looked up, she didn't find anything.
Don't worry, "Lin said calmly, but he still put his right hand in his arms and wrapped his left hand around Irina's shoulder to bring her closer to him." Ordinary citizens probably don't have weapons, but I don't know if there are any radical anti Western fighters hiding in the city
Don't worry, someone could rush out of the nearby building and shoot us at any moment! "Irina couldn't help but smile bitterly.
I mean, at least it's better than arming each and every one of them. Civil war is the scariest thing, "Lin said." If everyone from the women who farm to the children who blow soap bubbles wants to kill the occupying forces, that's the real end
Sir, do you need someone to accompany you? "A low voice came from the street corner.
Lin stood in front of Irina and cautiously took a few steps forward. It was originally a rainy day, and the Caucasian girl in a pink short skirt stood under the sunshade eaves, completely shrouded in darkness.
For only five dollars, I'm very obedient. "The woman deliberately straightened her chest and twisted her body to show the curves of her whole body in order to seduce, and even reached out to gently tease her hair.
Irina looked at the little prostitute, who was only sixteen or seventeen years old, with a thin yellow face, silently watching him and Irina. She was posing, but not beautiful. Her Rx room was either undeveloped or already withered, with slender legs under her short skirt wrapped in long stockings that had already been pulled out. She trembled uncontrollably in the wind, her eyes dim and lifeless, looking like a blind girl.
Lin pulled out his right hand from his arms, which was not a gun, but a banknote. He stuffed the money into the girl's hand and said, "Thank you, I have something else to do
The two of them walked over, and Irina turned around to take a look. The little prostitute had disappeared like a ghost in the doorway.
The war is over, and this place relies entirely on relief to support it. However, relief can never satisfy everyone's hunger, so everyone must sell something in exchange for food, "Lin said expressionlessly." Men can rob, people with status can find various connections, and soldiers can even sell weapons. Girls like this can only sell their bodies, even though she is not beautiful. This is the current situation of Caucasians
We've arrived, "Lin stopped in his tracks.
Unit 3, 137 Dalat Road, Lin reached out and brushed the dust off the copper door sign, "This is it
It's like a place where no one has lived for a long time, "Irina said.
This is just the back door of the hare, "Lin reached out and knocked on the door.
The dust on the door rustled down, and no one answered or opened the door. Only a mouse sneaked out of the small waterway next to it and widened its black eyes, looking around.
Even mice are so bold, "Lin pressed his palm against the door lock.
He took a deep breath and then drank softly. Almost no movement of his body could be seen, as if his whole body was trembling slightly, and the wooden strip embedded in the door lock was completely broken. The door quietly opened, and Lin's short distance exertion did not shake the door leaf or make any sound.
In front of Irina was a messy and winding room, cold, damp, and dark. The dirty walls were covered in various water stains, and in the middle of the room was a pot boiling sheep's tail. The strong smell of meat permeated with the steam, and Irina was almost about to vomit. A young man with a dark face rushed out of the room with a smile on his face, "Haha, is that Theo? Oh my god, I overslept again
But his laughter soon ended, and Lin's gun hit his forehead. "Gerzler, stop playing, we're in a hurry," he said
The Caucasian youth named Gerzler put on a helpless posture and said, "Would I intentionally not open the door? A door cannot block you, I know
Lin withdrew his handgun and sat on the sponge covered sofa. "There's no need to play any tricks, I know you're busy hiding information. Intelligence smugglers like you certainly don't just work for our family. As long as you have money, you can provide information to anyone. I don't care if you also serve our enemies
However, "Lin stared at him," remember your professional code of conduct, don't betray your clients, otherwise
I know, "Geller smiled and revealed his white teeth," I'm just a wild rabbit, my clients are tigers and eagles
I think we have already paid you. Let's talk about the situation now. Where is the general? "Lin said.
Why don't we have a sheep tail to nibble on first? "Geller lifted the lid of the pot and blinked at Lin.
Lin and he looked at each other for a moment, then picked up a plate from the side, filled it with a fat sheep tail, and handed it to Irina, "Try it
He added another one for himself.
Irina looked at these two men with some curiosity.
Don't worry about feeding him poor, he is the richest intelligence trafficker in Mtskheta. But he is reliable in his work and won't ask me to eat sheep tails at the critical moment of time. "Lin skillfully fiddled with the sheep tails in the plate.
Yeah, yeah, "Gerzler laughed," we're best friends. Lin knows me like a worm in my stomach. Based on the intelligence I've received, the general is under house arrest. The political figures in the Caucasus haven't reached a consensus on how to deal with him, but there are many who demand his execution. I don't know where he is now, but my client knows, so you must meet him
Your customer? "Lin raised an eyebrow.
Yes, I am employed by him to serve as the liaison for L.M.A. this time. "Geller handed an invitation with a traditional Caucasian pattern to Lin and said, "Tomorrow evening, the Caucasian Ministry of Foreign Affairs will hold a special reception at the Bayan Gol Hotel. The invited people include ambassadors from various countries and senior generals of the Western coalition, and of course, all high-ranking Caucasian officials will also attend. He is waiting for you there
Who is he
I don't know, I've only been in touch by phone, "Gessler shrugged.
Do you trust a customer on the phone? "Lin glanced at the invitation and put it in the inner pocket of his clothes.
There are many ways to believe in someone, sometimes it only takes a little courage
Lin nodded and said, "I understand. What is the purpose of the party? To show goodwill to the Western camp
Of course, the government needs to end the war with dignity, and we have been defeated. Peng Baoerji's tough policies have attracted a wolf pack from the Western camp, and we have not stopped their minions. So we can only sit down and drink with the wolf pack, hoping that alcohol can help a little. "Gezhele doesn't seem to care about these, even though he is also Caucasian.
It's an upper class party, in what capacity should I go
The Northern Caucasus Alliance, Major Gerzler! "Gerzler grinned and hugged Lin's shoulder, saying to Irina," Cute girl, look at Theo, do you look like me