Eh? Do you also want to try the iron fist of the humanoid girl?

Levtyet, who was already walking toward the door, stopped.

"what happened?"

"No, say hello to the lady for me."

The FSB director watched Levtyet leave and turned to talk to his secretary.

"Aren't you worried about the actions of the Foreign Intelligence Service? I heard that they mobilized overseas assets and completely controlled BEAR before Moscow made any statement, right?"

"What's the difference between instruction and authorization?" the director asked as he unscrewed a bottle of Coke.

“The difference is whether there is a formal document and whether the document will be filed.”

"Yes, if it weren't for Moscow's instructions, the Foreign Military Intelligence Agency, which has caused so many big troubles, would not have taken command of BEAR, let alone sent them into the Main-Frankfurt blockade."

The director gulped down the soda in one gulp.

"I'm not looking down on the capabilities of the Foreign Military Intelligence Agency, but being able to achieve this is already impressive."

He continued:

"I think a lot of information from those recovered hard drives has been sent to the corresponding technical institutes."

"So what?" asked the secretary.

"This is a proof of their ability. They can use it to prove their importance to Russia. There have been a lot of rumors recently, which has made people panic."

"You mean...?"

“Yes, Moscow intends to reestablish the KGB.”

"That's too bad."

The acting head of the FSB security service nodded with a scowl: "This is terrible."

He thought of some past events that the former Soviet State Security Committee had created, and he couldn't help but shudder and sighed:

"... Let's not talk about this for now. Be careful, there are ears on the other side of the wall."

"But the loss of General Edward Irving cannot be downplayed as the loss of a good source of intelligence."

The secretary continued as he considered:

"The Americans are likely to use this incident to achieve some political goals. After all, he is a general, an unprecedented source of high-end information for us... Even if he can no longer provide intelligence, the internal situation of the US military stored in his mind is also valuable information, isn't it?"

"You are right, but this means that no matter what price we pay, it is impossible for the Americans to give in and be willing to exchange spies."

The director thought that he was not as cold-blooded as Levtyet, but he knew clearly what the end would be for General Ronald Owen.

The intelligence organization that captures him will try every possible means to pry usable intelligence out of him.

Whether in the East or the West, the attitude towards betrayers is surprisingly consistent.

After all, traitors are more hateful than trash, and not killing them will not be enough to appease the public anger.

Chapter 61 Safe House

"We know what you've been doing, and we know how long you've been doing it. Here's the evidence."

Giles slammed a stack of photos on the table, raised his head slightly, and looked down at the woman handcuffed at the interrogation table. It was this woman who dragged a senior general into the water by providing erotic services.

"It's a very nice picture," said Margaret Strong. "Our embassy people are coming soon. Aren't you anxious?"

"Why are you in such a hurry? Has the Soviet Red Army crossed the Bering Strait, or is it advancing rapidly across the European plains?"

Giles said sinisterly, "I can tell you that we can deduct it for as long as we want, even for several years if necessary."

His threats were completely meaningless, since both sides had already decided to exchange spies. All Giles could do was to spend a few minutes with the Russian woman before she left.

The spy exchange had long been known to everyone, and Margaret was not deaf, so of course she could understand the English spoken by those people.

So, she gradually changed from being panicked at the beginning to being fearless now.

Giles knew her attitude, and this final conversation was just his last struggle.

The woman kept on bombarding him with words:

"...You think I'm a stupid third-class secretary, so you want to manipulate me and threaten me to sign a confession, wanting me to admit that I'm an idiot spy. But I'm not, and I won't sign. The Russian Federation will protect us.

I think you could take the confession, sprinkle it with mustard, and then eat it. God knows you have bad food here, you could put paper in your rations..."

This woman is so disgusting. She talks nonsense all over the place. One moment she denounces the corruption of the former Soviet Union, and the next moment she praises the greatness of the new Soviet Union and restores the sickle and hammer flag they have longed for.

Giles, seeing the desire to continue, took the initiative to leave the interrogation room.

"What a waste of time." That was all he had to say about the conversation.

Counterintelligence work cannot be accomplished overnight; instead, it requires a great deal of time and resources to integrate the market.

……

The door lock was successfully pried open. Raphael signaled Lingyin to get ready. She gently pushed the door open, and the two of them entered one after another, turning on their tactical flashlights to search.

"Safety."

Raphael appeared at the door again and waved his hand. Fei Niao and Lu Hui, who were on standby not far away, quickly crossed the spacious street and entered the house under Raphael's cover.

Raphael put away his gun, locked the two steel security doors, and was about to close the last bulletproof door when he saw the light on the wall and suddenly remembered something.

One of the two wall lamps in this room was broken, and the entire interior space relied on the remaining emergency lighting.

Raphael took off his coat and stood on tiptoe to take down the fluorescent quick evacuation sign on the wall. The room instantly became dark.

She wrapped the light bulb with her coat and tapped it against the wall, and the light bulb broke into pieces.

After dealing with the emergency light bulbs, Raphael walked back along the corridor, shaking his coat slightly in his hand and evenly placing the light bulbs in the direction of the main entrance.

After doing all this, Raphael closed the door and took out the equipment again from a warehouse in an unknown country.

Inside the house, the tongue that was caught after the melee was tied to the bed by Luhui with wire mesh, and his hands and feet were handcuffed, making it impossible for him to move.

Unexpectedly, they walked directly into the military camp in order to retaliate against the reinforcements who refused to come to their rescue.

After Raphael washed up, he also cleaned up his guide, and then they returned to the study together.

This apartment has two bedrooms and a living room. Judging from the appearance of the door and the furnishings of the shoe cabinet at the entrance, it is clear that the owner should be a single man who has not returned yet.

In the city of Frankfurt, if someone does not reappear for half a day, he can be judged as a disguised enemy.

"What do we do next?"

"I don't know either. Can the seized radio still be used?" said Raphael.

Lu Hui shook her head. The tools she had were very limited, and many components on the circuit board were burned.

Even if she could easily understand the working status and functionality of the circuit through circuit analysis and knowledge of chips, repairing it would always be a false proposition without the help of enough replacement parts.

The reality she faces is that a good cook cannot cook without rice.

Raphael didn't know what to do now. Normally, they should directly use the USEC system and leave this damn place calmly.

But the BEAR team members seemed to have noticed something was wrong a long time ago and were following them to see if they could find a stick to knock the person out.

"Let's rest first and do anything else after dark." After she said that, she walked to the window and looked outside. There was nothing unusual on the street.

……

In an office at the CIA's German intelligence station, intelligence analysts were busy staring at their respective screens, occasionally picking up the phone to confirm that the information received by the other party was correct.

"The target appeared and was turning out of the city for inspection... The target disappeared."

"The generals whose targets are in Area 13 are very angry."

The surveillance in the old city was tampered with by the CIA, but the CIA was unwilling to share the surveillance footage.

Whenever the person being observed disappears from the camera, they need to search for other nearby cameras over time to ensure that the target is not lost, and the progress is very slow.

Intelligence analysts are searching for a needle in a haystack, something only an imperialist navy would have.

They were searching for the target team like looking for a needle in a haystack. Not to mention arresting them, just going deep into the war zone was enough to scare people.

"Damn it, why has this satellite image become so small?"

"That's a rough map. The horizontal and vertical lines on it allow you to quickly identify the mountain you are on and your approximate geographical location."

The intelligence analyst's face was distorted, and a slightly distorted voice said, "If this happens, our boss will be very unhappy..."

"Hoover?"

"Damn it, I don't care whether he is happy or not. I have provided them with the route, but there are always people who gradually grow up because of various troubles."

……

In the temporary safe house, Raphael was chewing gum out of boredom, and a bubble appeared from time to time.

Then it bursts. A little later, a new bubble culture emerges by leaps and bounds.

She was sorting her equipment, and the loose sweatpants she was wearing were torn and needed to be sewn up with needle and thread.

Lingyin took Luhui to walk back and forth in the basement of the temporary safe house, and accidentally found a weapons box in the corner of the underground warehouse.

The weapons stored inside are the improved M4A1 from the past SOPMOD II project. No one uses the SOP series handguards anymore.

Chapter 62 Precision Pedicure

This is a product of the SOPMOD series project. I didn’t expect to see it again 20 years later.

Raphael put it aside. Although he had no use for it now, it was his duty to treat every weapon seriously.

Her main weapon is still the army's standard XM5/M7. Raphael spent a lot of time adjusting it to suit her gun-using habits.

She replaced her secondary weapon, the AREX Delta 2 generation pistol, with a USP pistol that fires 9mm bullets, as she still prefers the .45 model.

This made Fei Niao sigh and grumble: "The old man's belief in the 45 caliber is really deep-rooted."

"That's hard to fault." Raphael retorted shamelessly, "It's because Delta's sleeve is so fragile."

"You used the slide to compare its hardness with the human skull, and hit four people in a row. The gun was so dirty, and the slide was a little deformed..."

“So it has to be changed.”

The guns were found on the bodies of American soldiers. Completely different from the earlier cavalry scout squad, the weapons they used were all matched according to their personal habits and bodies.

There is no need to explain the identity of the corpse, those who understand will know.

After checking his weapon, Raphael put the gun away and was about to discuss the next steps with Asuka when he suddenly heard a slight "creaking" sound.

There's someone outside the door!

Raphael flashed to the door as fast as she could, holding the pistol in her arms.

Lingyin and Fei Niao retreated, drew their pistols and pointed them sideways at the front door of the safe house. Luhui retreated with their various equipment and headed for the emergency evacuation passage of the safe house, where they stood guard with guns to prevent anyone from breaking in from the back.

Raphael raised his thumb in front of him to make sure he was ready. Lingyin and Fei Niao responded with gestures at the same time, giving the message that they could take cover.

At this moment, she pulled the door open with force, followed by a painful cry of "Ouch", and a figure rushed in along with the sound.

The guy was holding a lock picking tool in his hand and looked like an old thief.

The middle-aged man was startled when he saw the muzzle of the gun suddenly appear. Raphael roughly guessed the identity of this man by looking at his embarrassed appearance. It was a pity that the Frankfurt resident who took the initiative to stay was not a decent person.

Raphael pulled the middle-aged man in, looked outside the door, and then closed it.

"Who are you? Why do you know this room?"

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, I don't see what you look like. You can take whatever you want from me, please don't kill me..."

The middle-aged man reacted quickly. As soon as he came in, he covered his eyes with his hands and begged for mercy.

Raphael really wanted to laugh at this situation. If it were another scavenger, his first reaction would be to look around, understand the opponent's personnel configuration, and then think about how to escape.

"Who sent you here?" Raphael asked.

"..."

"Forget it if you don't answer."

She pulled the trigger directly. Anyway, everyone who was alive today had ulterior motives. If she captured a hundred people and shot them one by one, there would be no innocent people.

The middle-aged man loosened his hands the moment he felt the pain, his eyes widened to bulges, and before the shock faded, he died so quickly and cleanly.

Here, the least valuable thing is human life. If you beg for mercy after being caught, you will be looked down upon and regarded as a worthless person.