"Comrade Kassin and Comrade Arash have arrived in Trabzon, and this is the telegram he sent from there."
In a first-floor apartment somewhere in West Berlin, several Soviet intelligence organization personnel wearing civilian clothes were holding firearms and paying close attention to the situation outside the window. A translator sitting next to the radio station quickly tore off the paper from the book, came to Kassin, who was sitting in the living room of the house watching TV programs, and handed the translated telegram to his hand.
"Arash..."
Cassin picked up the telegram with slightly trembling hands. He had always accepted organizational tasks and was not good at fighting with others. He finally realized that if he didn't fight, others would.
Arash was the first veteran to join Comrade Perseus. He had a criminal record in the United States and could not be discovered in West Germany. Could it be that he had never been exposed?
Realizing that he and all his subordinates had been abandoned by the top management, Cassin angrily sat up from the sofa and wanted to tear the telegram into pieces. However, after hesitating, Cassin folded the telegram and put it in his clothes. Internal stash pocket.
He looked around the environment in the room, and there was a high-precision map covering most of Europe hung on the wall behind him. It was here that Arash and he determined the embassy to be hijacked.
Although he didn't know why Comrade Perseus suddenly wanted to provoke the sensitive nerves of the Americans, as a member of the intelligence organization, he didn't have much choice.
Fortunately, the plan succeeded. The fall of the Amsterdam embassy turned CIA and MI6 agents throughout Europe into crazy hounds and sharks. At this time, even the slightest smell of meat and blood would attract them all. , biting him and all the comrades in the apartment to bloody pulp.
Kasin walked to the bathroom of the apartment and saw his face in the mirror - the high-pressure life all year round made him look like a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, with a trace of hair on his temples. The white hair is no longer the smooth brown and black color it used to be.
"Arash you bastard!"
Kasin punched the bathroom mirror until it cracked, but despite his anger, he was unable to change the coming end.
Without the support of the organization, it was impossible for them to return to the motherland with informants everywhere, and Cassin suspected that even if they returned to Moscow after a narrow escape, Comrades Arash and Perseus would not let him go.
The dead self is the valuable Cassin, and the organization wants to use his death to completely cover up the truth of the embassy robbery. This is Arash's good idea.
"Sooner or later, if this continues, I will be discovered by the hyenas of the CIA. I must find a way to safely transfer my comrades."
Picking up the truncated AK-47 automatic rifle that he was leaning on the armrest of the sofa with the butt cut off, Kassin carried the gun to the window, lifted up a small curtain and carefully observed the bushes outside the window. Cong and an unmanned car parked on the roadside.
"what time is it now?"
"It's ten-fifteen, sir."
A member of the intelligence organization who followed Cassin to the window to check the situation glanced at the clock on the wall and said, "Are you waiting for Mr. Bach to get off work?"
Mr. Bach is a company official who lives above them. Due to the recent economic downturn, he always works overtime at the company until ten o'clock, so everyone in the first-floor apartment can often hear the sound at around ten twenty. The sound of Mr. Bach parking his car.
Especially because of his poor parking skills and the poor quality of his tires, Mr. Bach would make a lot of noise every time he parked his car, which made the residents of the entire apartment very unhappy.
But Cassin didn't.
He leaned against the window and waited for more than ten minutes. When the minute hand of the clock crossed six o'clock, Cassin still did not hear the harsh sound of Mr. Bach parking the car.
"Something's wrong, comrades, get ready, we may be exposed!"
Seeing that the time came to half past ten, but there was still no trace of Bach, Cassin realized that something was wrong, turned around, and ordered everyone to start burning documents, destroying the radio station, and preparing to leave the apartment at any time.
However, in the next second, several tear gas canisters shattered the glass and were fired into the apartment, causing everyone who had no time to put on gas masks to cough violently. Their eyes were also red and swollen from the irritating gas. They could not complete normal activities in a short time. Aim before shooting.
Seeing that the tear gas was effective, Reinhard and more than a dozen Imperial Planning Agency elites, who had been lying in wait for a long time, rushed into the first-floor apartment that was completely filled with smoke without hesitation.
Gu followed the dull gunfire of the G3 automatic rifle equipped with a silencer. Less than five seconds after the two sides came into contact, the elites of the plan brought down all the Russians who were still standing in the room, but when they fell to the ground But there was no trace of Cassin among the people.
Upon seeing this, Reinhard had no choice but to step forward and kick away the AK rifle on the ground. He pressed the spare mask hanging around his waist on the face of a Russian who fell to the ground, and asked in Russian that he was not very proficient in: "Tell me , where is Cassin?”
Seeing that the prisoner was not very willing to cooperate with him, Reinhard took away his mask and punched him in the chest. The prisoner, who was forced to inhale a large mouthful of irritating gas, quickly pointed to the stairs leading to the second floor. And looked at the gas mask in Reinhard's hand with pleading eyes.
"thanks for your cooperation."
Reinhard put the mask back on his belt and shot the loose-mouthed Russian with a casual shot to the head.
Ignoring the fierce gun battle still going on on the first floor, he ran up the stairs alone, looked at the open windows on the second floor and the curtains blown by the breeze, and Reinhard chased after him with a gloomy face. But the flash of a figure in the corner of his eye made him overjoyed, and he quickly raised the G3 in his hand and fired.
With the assistance of the system, Reinhard's uncanny accuracy allowed him to complete this almost impossible task, knocking Cassin to the ground as he tried to escape from the rooftop of the second floor to another apartment building. And it didn't hurt the other person's life.
Seeing that Cassin was cornered and still wanted to resist, Reinhard raised his hand and fired another shot, knocking his right hand that was about to draw the pistol into paralysis.
"So, you are Cassin?"
Stepping on the AK rifle with its butt cut off, Reinhard had a touch of disdain in his eyes - as a member of the Soviet top intelligence organization, it was really surprising that he was caught so easily. People are surprised.
And Cassin, who had one leg and one hand broken in succession, was unable to answer. He just lay on the ground and gasped for air, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Well, you tell me where your other comrades are, and I'll let you live."
Reinhard saw that Cassin didn't want to die, so he smiled his signature deceptive smile. To prove his sincerity, he also took out a dose of morphine for pain relief from the small bag on his waist.
As the sharp needle penetrated into the calf that was almost broken by the 7.62mm caliber bullet, the expression on Cassin's face also softened a bit, no longer the twisted and ferocious look caused by the severe pain before.
But obviously, he was hesitant to betray Arash.
"Huh? Do you still need to think about this? I think the mastermind of the attack on the embassy is not you, right? It's the guy who has left. He left you here alone in order to get promoted and make a fortune. Is such a person worth your life to protect?"
Reinhard squatted down and helped Cassin up, leaning against the railing of the rooftop. He then tore off a few strips of cloth from his clothes and tied up Cassin's wound area, so that the unlucky Russian spy would not be injured. Comatose due to excessive bleeding.
Time passed by minute by second, and as the echo of the last gunshot on the first floor suddenly stopped, Reinhard's patience was about to reach its limit.
"Trabzon, Arash is at Trabzon Airport..."
Hearing Cassin speak, Reinhard slowly lowered his hand that was about to touch the dagger, bent down and asked gently: "Trabzon Airport? Are you sure your comrade named Arash went there?"
"Yes, that's all I know. Are you the CIA or MI6? Or the FBI? I..."
Cassin used his left hand that could still move normally to unzip his jacket so that he could breathe easier. However, the next second, his head exploded like a watermelon.
After picking up the bullet casing that fell on the ground and throwing it into his pocket, Reinhard took off his blood-stained gloves and first touched the outer pocket of Cassin's body. There was nothing there, but he soon discovered the inner hidden pocket. telegram folded.
After reading the contents of the telegram in the dim light of the moonlight and street lamps, Reinhard became thoughtful.
Hearing the piercing sirens from the horizon approaching quickly, he decisively stuffed the telegram back and zipped it up, took out a dagger and slashed Kassin's body several times, and then brought a group of people who were still planning to clean up the battlefield. The agency elite left the apartment.
