The scene in front of him made Long Yun fall into a complete stupor.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that he was taken by agents to a normal room on the second floor of the villa; Sitting down in the chair, he still hadn't reacted from the shock just now, and his thinking was still a little incoherent.

Just now, along the way, he was already convinced that he was still in this parallel world, and there were still CIA agents by his side. But the strange coincidence that these people would get him here, or rather, that one of the CIA's strongholds in France would choose the Brittany estate he had just visited, still made him feel a little chilly.

What's going on here?

Facing the dazzling lights in the room, Long Yun felt sweaty and a little chilly on his head.

It's no wonder that he was completely distracted, he was originally in a parallel world, and suddenly he returned to reality in a trance, but except for the place, the situation was still the same as before - such an encounter was a bit of a delirium.

"Mr. Rezenov. When were you arrested? ”

The female CIA agent sitting opposite had already begun to ask, but Long Yun ignored him. He was still pondering what had happened to him, reminiscing about the shock he had just seen at the manor; Although I have long realized that the two worlds are very similar, it may be the first time that they have actually appeared in the same place in two different worlds.

The Brittany estates in these two worlds look ...... It's really exactly the same.

Could there be parallel worlds similar to this kind of Cheng dù?

"Please cooperate a little, sir."

Looking up a little absentmindedly, Long Yun temporarily put aside the troubles just now, and continued to use his consciousness to spy on the thoughts of the people in the house.

Anyway, it's real that you're behind bars right now, and you have to find a way to do it quickly.

"You already know, so why ask?"

"All right, Mr. Rezenov." The young female agent on the other side was obviously quite patient, and even smiled at Long Yun. "It's okay if you don't want to answer. Frankly, I personally don't know why you caught the attention of your superiors; As long as I escort you safely to your destination, my mission will be over. ”

Oh, yes?

There was no need to guess, Long Yun immediately knew that the woman opposite him was telling the truth. Not only that, she doesn't seem to be interested in Long Yun's current identity, and even a little disapproving: this is probably the kind of deep prejudice that has long existed between the Yankees and the Russians.

But Long Yun didn't care about this, now he needed more information, the more the better.

"Oh. So, where are you going to send me? ”

Long Yun's conjecture is that the reason why the Americans attach so much importance to him as a pilot is because their pilot has been captured and needs to exchange him for prisoners.

If this is the case, it is a good deal: you must know that there is never a rule for the exchange of prisoners of war, but a complete equivalent exchange; Now that he Viktor Rezenov has long been famous, it is estimated that it will not be a problem to exchange him for ten or eight captured NATO pilots.

If that was the case, then he wouldn't have to try to escape, just wait to be swapped back.

Although the Soviet prisoner of war vetting process was a headache, it may be a different story for a super ace like him.

"You don't need to know that. As long as you don't act rashly, I'm a kind reminder. ”

This perfunctory sentence, Long Yun just listened to it casually; Just as the woman on the other side spoke, the snoop of consciousness returned the truest information. …… Marseille, in the port ...... Ride a submarine......

――Going to the port of Marseille to board a submarine?

The surprise in his heart reached its peak again, and Long Yun almost showed a shocked expression.

Boarding a submarine, where is that going? If it was a prisoner exchange, there was absolutely no need for such a bother. Thinking of this, Long Yun suddenly felt that something was wrong!

The CIA agent on the other side thought she had a plan, but there was one thing she would never have imagined: Long Yun was quite familiar with this place, and he knew that he was now in the Brittany estate on the outskirts of Lille. Then the question arises: if you want to exchange prisoners of war, will you need to move to the south, which is far from the battle line?

Or, to some neutral country for an exchange?

That's not possible. Long Yun still has some understanding of taking a submarine: it is definitely not as simple as a little souvenir, unless it is an extremely confidential and important person or thing, otherwise he will definitely not use this kind of transportation method that is very reliable, but quite expensive and slow.

After such a simple analysis, a strange conclusion gradually emerged in Long Yun's mind:

These C.I.A. agents, they're going to get themselves to the United States.

Why? For such a captured pilot as him, why on earth.

Long Yun was puzzled, but the agent had already gotten up and left at this time; Then he was taken to another room with a simple dinner on the table. Sitting a little awkwardly at the table, Long Yun raised his hand to pick up the bread with his handcuffed hands, as if he was ignoring the agent standing next to him.

He still couldn't figure it out.

Chewing bread in his mouth, Long Yun, who was already quite hungry, was a little unapprehensive, and all kinds of mysteries kept hovering in his head, turning the originally pleasant travel experience into a strange and unpredictable suspense adventure.

What the hell is wrong with this world?

Or, this parallel world was originally normal, but it became more and more weird and inexplicable due to his crossing.

In this way, Long Yun kept thinking and thinking until he choked on the scraps of bread to his throat.

"Ahem-ahem!" Coughing violently like a conditioned reflex, which was originally a very ordinary action, was made difficult by the restraint of the handcuffs, Long Yun almost knocked over the plate in front of him, this dilemma made the agent next to him laugh out loud.

Are you laughing at your wolf bèi look? Long Yun tilted his head and looked at him twice, but the cough continued uncontrollably.

I don't take off the handcuffs when I eat, so what Geneva Conventions are, it's clearly a piece of waste paper! Long Yun felt the mockery in the agent's heart indignantly, and he was also imagining in his heart what would happen to this guy's fate if he wasn't handcuffed.

And what about CIA agents? Originally, he may have been a little jealous, but now that he has the ability to consciously snoop, the combat power of these people is no longer insignificant in Long Yun's opinion.

Thinking indignantly like this, Long Yun ignored the use of consciousness snooping, but he finally vaguely realized that something was wrong. At this moment, there seemed to be some unfamiliar consciousness activity around the room he was in; It's hard to figure out, but it's certain that there will be several more people.

Strangers approaching? ――Who are they?

"Kara-poof-"

Suddenly, the faint sound of glass shattering shattered the silence of the night.