All kinds of terrible conjectures about superpowers made Long Yun a little restless.

As if he had realized what was wrong with this parallel world, he packed up his things restlessly and lay down early to rest.

After a long journey through time and hearing those terrible tales, now he only intends to return to reality for a while, to break away from the tense and mysterious atmosphere for a while; When you have recovered and have the energy, you will seriously face the next "dead city" investigation trip. But just before trying to fall asleep, he couldn't help but think about where the "Blackbird" pilot who catapulted and parachuted, and when would the KGB and the Internal Guard troops catch him?

For many of the current questions, if this guy can be arrested and interrogated, it may be easy to solve.

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USSR, the hinterland of Central Asia north of the Aral Sea.

It was already six o'clock in the evening, and the orange sun of dusk was shining obliquely on the weedy roadbed.

At a highway checkpoint less than 30 kilometers from the small town of Cherka, soldiers patrolling the inventory were armed with AKM assault rifles, their olive-green uniforms were salt-stained, and their leather boots were covered with sand kicked up by passing cars.

Since noon, he had been working in the scorching sun and dust for four or five hours, and now that the water in the kettle had bottomed out, the soldier was very tired. Leaving the car that had just been checked, and looking at the comrades who were on guard behind the sandbags not far away, the soldier pursed his lips twice, began to calculate how long he would have to rest, and hurried back to the nearby barracks tent for some hot tea and vodka.

"Hey. Vassili. It seems like that's all for today. ”

"Isn't it? …… It's all familiar faces. There are no suspicious elements. ”

After a few words of conversation with his comrades, thinking of the task assigned above, the soldier called Vasily came to his senses again, he tightened the AKM strap in his hand, but wondered if he would run into that hateful Yankee?

The American pilots who flew reconnaissance planes to invade have always been very annoying; Now that he has been shot down and parachuted, if this kid doesn't quickly turn himself in to the nearby police station or the KGB, can he still expect his accomplices to come to the rescue in a fat goose-like helicopter?

Are you kidding. If they can escape so easily, then they don't take their internal guards seriously!

"Hey, Anton, what did you say that Yankee would disguise himself if he really passed by us?"

"I don't know. But you'd better be vigilant," unlike Vasily, who was standing on patrol, Anton was on guard at gunpoint next to the sandbag, with the SVD sniper rifle in his hand steady and level, and he was keeping an eye on the open field behind the large weeds next to the road, "Since he didn't surrender at the first time." I think it's probably a tough character to deal with. ”

"Hah! Maybe. However, his marksmanship had better be a little better. Otherwise, relying on the small pistol of self-defense, I will let him taste the power of Kalashnikov first. Ha ha! ”

Think about the self-defense pistol that the pilot brings, this thing is completely different from the godlike image in film and television works, and it is no different from a brick if it is a little farther away; If this blind guy dodged the large army of dragnet searches, but ran into the sentry post he was responsible for, then he deserved his bad luck!

While Vasily was meditating on the encounter with the American pilot, there were very few vehicles on the road, and all he could see was an inconspicuous imported Fiat car slowly approaching and stopping in front of the barricades lined up at intervals.

Vasily, who was carrying an AKM on his back, walked forward quickly, slightly bent down and his body was not very flexible in body armor, he saw that the driver was a very handsome man, he was passing by here on a business trip?

"Routine checks, comrade! Take a look at your ID and where did you come from? ”

"Aralsk. - What's going on here? ”

"Well, it's better for you to ask less. Hmm......" As a result, the man handed over a card, Vasily's expression changed imperceptibly, and he looked at the man in front of him a little vaguely, "The document is fine; So, are you going to ...... Orda going to a meeting? Okay, good ......"

"Ah, yes."

Taking the card from the soldier's hand, the man seemed to be quite kind and nodded and smiled at him slightly, "By the way, how far is the distance from here to the city in front?" ”

"Thirty kilometers; Uh, twenty-nine .6 kilometers, to be exact. ”

"Okay, thank you!"

As the sound of the Fiat engines faded away, looking at the back of the car that disappeared at the end of the road and the dust raised, Vasily stood a little confused and did not move, as if he thought the man was ......

"Hey, Vasily? - What's wrong with you, what are you doing standing there eating ashes? ”

"I ...... It's nothing," Coming back from the confusion just now, Vasily raised his hand to look at his watch, it was already shift time, he removed the AKM on his shoulder and put it on the low wall made of sandbags, and then easily chatted with Anton beside him: "It's really rare to say, drive a Fiat to Orda to attend a meeting-"

"Meeting? - Orda? ”

Hearing the problem from the words of his comrades-in-arms, the soldier named Anton immediately became alert, "What meeting? Orda is obviously in the southeast, what is he driving west for? ――And why don't I know when you became able to understand English, did you learn it on your own? ”

“…… English? ”

Suddenly something was wrong, Vasily remembered for a moment, but couldn't remember anything, was the man talking to him in English? Some intellectuals do have such a bad temper, but the problem is that they don't know English at all, so ......

By the way, what's that person's name? On the certificate -

Oh my God, the piece of paper he looked at just now wasn't a document at all!

"Anton! - Quick, call the battalion headquarters! Damn, there's got to be something wrong with that guy, maybe it's the pilot we're going to catch! Damn Yankee," he yelled as he picked up the AKM and jumped on the motorcycle, Vasily shouted anxiously, what was going on just now, how could he let such an obvious target go!

And speaking of which, why didn't you notice it at all?

In this way, when the checkpoint that found something suspicious and judged to be the target pilot reported the situation, and the internal guard troops stationed nearby cooperated with the KGB to carry out a large-scale search, the Fiat car was soon found on the side of the road approaching Cherkar, but of course the car was already empty. Standing next to the car abandoned by the target, the KGB agent yelled at the walkie-talkie, ordering the nearby search force to increase the round-up, at which point the agent next to him patted him on the shoulder:

"Semyon, take a look, these traces are a little unusual?" (To be continued......)