my beauty world

Chapter 103 Mixing in
Considering that there might be a signal tracking device on the black off-road vehicle, Ronan moved the luggage over and let Abram drive away the Land Rover Defender.

He roughly cleaned up the scene, found useful items on the two agents, piled up all the corpses in a depression, threw in ten soul fragments, and burned them to ashes.

After getting into the black off-road vehicle, Ronan took out Sergey's ID and access card, carefully disguised and adjusted his face.

He took out a similar dark coat from the badge space and put it on.

There is a difference in style, but it's not obvious.

I have heard Sergei speak with my own ears, with a typical Moscow accent.

It was getting dark, so he got on the off-road vehicle and drove northeast along the ruts.

On the way, there was a radio call, asking how the situation in Baishu Town was going.

The accent from over there is somewhat distorted.

Ronan tried to imitate Sergey's accent: "Everything is fine."

I have met other searchers, and with the vehicle and similar appearance, I managed it.

During the response, Ronan also noticed that Sergey and Nikolay were directly under the Ministry of National Defense, they didn't come here often, and they were not in the same system as other people.

According to the analysis of the memory fragment information, they may be assigned directly to Dr. Simon.

When it was dark, the black off-road vehicle came to the halfway up a hill along the winding mountain road.

Looking down from this side, there is a low-lying place only one kilometer away in front, and there is an area with bright lights.

Ronan took out the binoculars and watched for a while, and he could see the concrete wall.

Why was the laboratory built in such an inconvenient place?Worried about someone finding artificial zombies?
With the Book of Ruler in his body, Ronan still felt that this place was different from other places even though he couldn't use magic power.

Don't rush over there, use a telescope to observe patiently, and check the strength at the door.

It's best to be able to mix in.

It is better to have a clear goal than to look for it all over the mountains and plains.

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In the afternoon, earlier.

Paris, Versailles, the underground base of the Intelligence Agency.

Sophie, the supervisor of the special operations group, walked quickly through the work hall, her high heels fell on the ground, and they clicked.

The men in the hall unconsciously followed Sophie's movements with their eyes. The simplest white shirt and black leggings outlined thousands of amorous feelings on Sophie.

According to rumors, Sophie's grandmother used her beauty to deal with German military officers during World War II and obtained a lot of information.

Before coming to the secret room, Sophie manually entered the password first, then checked the fingerprints and irises, waited for the thick metal door to open automatically, and walked into it.

She came to the desk and handed the laptop to her subordinates: "Julie, contact Mary immediately and inform them to go to Chita City in the Lake Baikal region of Russia!"

Julie responded, and quickly opened the encrypted channel to contact Mary and her party in Donetsk.

After waiting for a while, Sophie said again: "Tell them, in order to know the exact location of the terrorist Ronan, the saint used her original power and had to postpone the awakening time."

Her face became extremely serious: "Ronan must be captured alive or killed, so that he can confess to the saint! Only then can France's face be saved internationally! Only then can those terrorists who are ready to move be deterred!"

After the bombing of the Ouya Building, France has been unable to catch the murderer for a long time. Not to mention being reduced to an international laughing stock, even internal turmoil, such as those in the 18th District, 19th District and 93rd Province, are becoming more and more courageous.

The citizens of Paris are also restless, and there will be a rally at the slightest movement, and the suppressed police will disarm and change their positions at every turn...

Why did France become like this?
Sophie suddenly felt that it seemed that the saint would sleep for a while longer... a bad thing?
The efficiency of the Foreign Intelligence Agency is still very high. While sending the encrypted message, Sophie quickly contacted Donetsk's private jet, allowing Mary and her party to rush to Chita, Russia immediately.

After another commissioning relationship, I rented a helicopter in advance.

After Sophie completed the formalities, Mary took Aubrey and others onto the private jet.

Waiting to take off, she looked at the big fat man: "Aubrey, the location is determined, it's all up to you."

Aubrey pressed down the gray yarmulke, and said the same words: "You are responsible for finding him, and I am responsible for slapping him!"

On Otto's laptop, there is a map, and the red dot on the map basically does not move: "He always stays within a small range."

Mary said: "The saint has locked him! France's reputation will be restored by our action team."

Raoul continued: "And then continue to let the politicians litter?"

No one spoke in the plane for a while, and it became extremely dull.

Mary decided to boost morale: "The Cosmetics Alliance, Obia Group, and Fragrant Grandma Group jointly offered a reward of 1000 million euros to the terrorist Ronan. This reward is also effective for us."

Raoul instantly lifted his spirits: "When I joined the intelligence agency, I made an oath to defend the reputation and interests of France to the death!"

Otto buckled up the laptop, not to be outdone: "Me too!"

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After observing for a while, Ronan found a place to hide his luggage, drove into an off-road vehicle, and approached the experimental base in the dark night.

The base is not big, the walls are very high, guard towers are erected, and the power grid is pulled up.

There were lights sweeping over the front of the SUV, then going elsewhere.

Ronan came to the door, stopped and lowered the window like the car he observed before, took out Sergey's access card and handed it to the guard.

The guard looked at the profile picture on the card, and then at Ronan, making sure that the person was right, checked the inside of the car, and then went to swipe the card.

With a beep, the iron door opened and retreated to one side automatically.

The guard returned the card, saluted and let him go.

Ronan drove into the base and saw two light armored vehicles parked behind the wall with Soviet-style general-purpose machine guns mounted on them.

Come to the parking area, find a place away from the street lights to park, just parked the car, someone came to say hello: "Sergey, are you back?"

Ronan turned his head to see an officer with the rank of lieutenant, and immediately nodded slightly.

The officer walked over a few steps and asked, "Where's Nicholas? Why didn't you see him?"

Unable to answer, Ronan said as simply as possible: "The doctor is looking for me, I'll be back first."

Fortunately, out of caution, I chose a place without lights, and the difference in size between Sergey and Sergey was not obvious in the dark.

He stuffed it into his pocket with one hand, and there was a drug in it.

The officer talked a lot: "Have you found the whereabouts of Experiment No. [-]? Colonel Lukic was very upset when he left."

Ronan said: "No." He pointed to the experimental area in Sergey's memory: "The doctor is looking for me."

"Go, go." The officer muttered dissatisfiedly: "You people from the Ministry of National Defense are full of arrogance and don't want to deal with us."

He said as he walked, "Fortunately, the weather is getting warmer, so people who stay up late searching will not be too sad."

Ronan didn't seem to hear it, and walked towards the experimental area.

While quietly observing the back halfway, the officer slowly left the parking area without any abnormality.

When they came to the gate of the experimental area, there were guards with live ammunition standing guard. When they saw Ronan, they immediately saluted.

Suddenly, there was a roar!
Ronan heard this voice before, the voice of those artificial zombies!

Sounds like a lot.

Seeing that the guards didn't intend to stop him, Ronan walked forward generously, took out his access control card and swiped it. After a beep, the door opened.

As soon as you enter the door, there is a sense of familiarity, and it is here in Sergey's memory information.

Ronan walked along the road of memory, came to the front hall and turned to the right, saw Dr. Simon's office, stopped for a while, and listened to the voice inside.

There was no movement.

Ronan slowly turned the doorknob. The door was unlocked. He gently opened a crack in the door. A middle-aged man wearing glasses stood in front of the whiteboard, looking at the formula on it and contemplating it.

This is Dr. Simon!
Ronan took out the syringe and dodged in, as sensitive as a cat.

Dr. Simon didn't hear any movement, but felt a pain in his neck, and a gloved hand covered his mouth, making him unable to make a sound.

After a while, the psychedelics took effect, and Ronan put down Dr. Simon and locked the office door behind him.

Seeing that the office has a supporting rest room, he carried Dr. Simon into it again.

The bedding in the rest room is messy, and there are signs of long-term living.

The doctor made his office his home.

Ronan put him on a chair and waited for the hallucinogen to kick in further.

It was one of the drugs that Ilsa found from the female killer, and Ronan asked for some before leaving Berlin.

After a while, Ronan asked, "Name?"

Dr. Simon is a researcher. He has not undergone rigorous anti-drug training and has no resistance at all: "Simon Petrovic."

Ronan had obtained the drug killer skill, so he knew that he had to induce him step by step and asked, "Occupation?"

Dr. Simon replied obediently: "Academician of the Russian Academy of Sciences, biologist, medical scientist, geneticist..."

A bunch of titles burst out.

He glanced at his watch, directed the questions to the bear in an orderly manner, and quickly got the answer.

Then, I asked about things like zombies, and the answers I got were not surprising.

Project led by the Russian Ministry of Defense.

Even if the high-level officials didn't care about the cannon fodder in the street battles of the two Checheng Wars, the pain was still unbearable.

Checheng is still a problem.

Coupled with the efforts of American counterparts, special types of fighters have to be considered.

(End of this chapter)