On the country road in the early morning, the Renault pickup heads west.

In the still densely populated central part of France, Long Yun noticed that there were not many people along the road, and then he slowly realized that many of the residents here might have temporarily left their hometowns to escape the war.

Sitting on the pickup, holding the pistol in his pocket and pointing at the bald man next to him, Long Yun was thinking about his next plan. Long before he set off, he realized that there must be people nearby who were continuing to search for him, the pilot who had skydived, and now the first priority was to get as far away from the crash site as possible.

As for the checkpoint on the Guò road? Then you have to try your luck.

And, according to Long Yun's guess, those who searched for him would definitely focus on the east side of the landing point to prevent him from crossing the line of fire and returning to the Warsaw Pact-controlled area. Therefore, choosing to go west at this time should be a more surprising or safer choice.

But in such an unfamiliar place, even if you escape the round-up, what happens next?

At this time, Long Yun didn't have a complete plan of action in his head. But he had already made up his mind that as long as he got out of danger first, he would use the snooping technique of consciousness to find those pervasive KGB undercover personnel. After thinking about it repeatedly, this should be his only hope of getting out now, otherwise there is no hope at all for himself and the Makarov in his hand.

As expected, not long after the car drove out, what appeared to be a checkpoint roadblock appeared on the road in the distance, and several cars were stopped on the road for inspection.

Seeing the flashing police lights in the distance, and the figure of a French policeman in uniform and a small round hat gradually approaching, Long Yun felt that his heart was pounding; He had never sat in a car like this, using a pistol to intimidate another person into driving away.

His palms began to sweat, and Long Yun felt that he was very nervous now.

It's hard to control the tension!

Although he knew that he was not a person who had not experienced military training, such an experience was still too abrupt. What to do if you are suspected by the police? What if there is a shootout? ――Do you want to move on?

He didn't know.

However, without any instructions, the bald man continued to drive slowly, as they were already relatively close to the checkpoint and it was impossible to turn around - that would only arouse more suspicion.

Seeing that the policeman's eyes had swept over the Renault pickup, Long Yun became calm, although his hand holding the gun was still trembling slightly. "Hey, sue them, I'm a college student who came here to sketch, understand?"

"-Oh, oh."

The Renault pickup truck slowly stopped in front of the checkpoint, Long Yun raised his head, and saw the French policeman next to him walking forward, and the reflective strip vest on his body looked very eye-catching. Fortunately, at this time, he was calm enough and did not forget to use the consciousness snooping technique.

“Bonjour~，Unpermisdeconduire。” (Morning, get out your driver's license.) ）

Seeing the bald man next to him groping for his driver's license and handing it over, Long Yun's heart became more relaxed. The snooping of consciousness had already responded, and he found that the policeman in front of him was clearly a business-like idea, and he had no awareness of being ready for the enemy.

Do these romantic French people always do things like this?

Long Yun's tense spirit relaxed a little, but the snooping of consciousness did not stop at all. Because he couldn't understand French, he could roughly understand the conversation between the two people in front of him.

"Well, where are you going? Who is this? ”

"We...... It was to Lille, and I went to see my cousins. He was a student who came to sketch and a passer-by who hitchhiked. ”

I don't know if I feel that when it comes to life and death, the bald man's ability to make up words has also been stimulated, and there is nothing unusual in his face. Looking at his driver's license absentmindedly, the police seemed to be a little concerned about Long Yun, he leaned over to look at the passenger seat, and Long Yun reluctantly smiled as naturally as possible.

“Bonjour。”

Obediently, I'll just say this, don't talk to me anymore! Long Yun prayed like this, but it was clear that his wish had been disappointed. “Lesjeunes,quelssontlesfran?aisdularadiovoixde?” (Young man, who is the radio anchor of the Radio Voice of France now?) ）

I didn't expect this policeman in front of him to come to this hand, Long Yun was a little overwhelmed. Are these French people watching too many film and television dramas, and they still like to use questions to deceive people? Originally, such a question would really stump him, but fortunately, there was a conscious snooping technique, and the answer to the question was actually in the thinking activities of the police just now, and Long Yun immediately grasped the answer.

"Jacques Duland, huh?"

“Jecroisfran?ais!” (Hey, that's right!) ）

Seemingly satisfied, they straightened up, the policeman waved at them, and the bald man started the car and slowly left.

When the checkpoint gradually moved away, Long Yun reached out and wiped his forehead, cold and sweaty.

He had just undergone an interrogation, but he really didn't expect that these French people would even perform their official duties so commonplace. Isn't it as strict as when arresting fugitives in China, and you don't even look at a citizen ID card? It's far worse than the mainland Gong*Anna.

Oh, and by the way, the French probably don't have the habit of carrying an ID card with him, otherwise he would immediately be exposed.

Walking along the two-lane road in the French countryside, the pleasant cool breeze blowing into the carriage, Long Yun forgot his situation a little, but looked at the beautiful scenery of the fields outside the car. In the morning sun, all the haze of last night was swept away, and the large sunflowers washed away by the rain looked so bright in the boundless green sea. There are cars passing by from time to time, probably because of the proximity to the city, but the speed of the cars is not fast, and it seems that the pace of life here is so slow.

At the time of the war, compared to the land of the Federal Republic of Germany, it was a paradise of peace and tranquility.

“Umm…… excuseme," the bald man driving the car cautiously spoke, and Long Yun turned around to see him pointing to the fuel gauge, "WhereshallIdriveto?" Please，wedon‘thavemuchpetrol。 (Where are you going?) Sorry, there isn't much gas left. ）

"Oh. -- You can go to the town. When I get out of the car, don't make a noise, leave silently, and there will be no trouble. Got it? ”

The bald man nodded a little cringe, and continued to concentrate on driving.

Just when they were talking, Long Yun didn't notice that someone in the car driving by opposite looked at them twice. Of course, he could not have known that in the black sedan that crossed the opposite side, there were two people who were eager to hunt him down.

They are agents of the Operations Division of the Vigilante Directorate of the French mainland.

PS: There haven't been many updates recently, don't blame you: There are too many things in the unit to be busy, and the speed will be restored later~

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