Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

A moment later, in a corner of a remote alley in Russia.

Alexei rubbed some painful wrists and leaned on the cold wall, looking coldly at the three or four foreigners who hijacked him from the road. The glasses on the nose bridge were crooked and nosebleed. Dripping out a little bit.

The exit to the main road outside has been blocked, and the other side of the alley is a brick wall full of garbage.

There is no doubt that this is not a temporary kidnapping. From the other party, his name was accurately called out, and even his address and his wife ’s and daughter ’s names were reported. I knew that this was not a loss of money. Solved.

"Introduce yourself, we are a headhunting company from the United States and want to invite you to work in our country."

The foreign man led led a knuckle activity. Just to shut up the former Soviet Union ’s nuclear physics expert, he had to throw a punch in his face in violation of the plan. From the current situation, the effect seems to be not bad.

Glancing at the silent Alexei, the American man grinned and said unhurriedly.

"Sorry, Mr. Alexey, in order to reach a relatively quiet place of conversation, the methods and methods we have adopted may be a bit rude-after all, the KGB who has been with you since the past few days has been too awesome People hate it, so we have to find a way to keep him quiet for a while. "

"Frank? Wait ... He's not yours?"

Alex frowned, covering his **** nose while making a urging sound.

"Of course not, huh, if not these people have been blocking our work recently ..."

The man from the United States snorted coldly, a trace of unnaturalness flashed on his face, and said angrily.

"However, there are no more problems now. The Russian authorities have issued an order to hunt down the retired people who are not in the existing KGB file. These unstable factors will soon be captured by all."

"A group of traitors! What's wrong with Frank ?!"

"Instead of worrying about others, consider your own problem first, Mr. Alexey."

The man lifted his wrist and looked at his watch. He took out a file from his arms and patted it in his hand. He inadvertently opened the trench coat to reveal the pistol pinned to his waist, and whispered slightly threateningly.

"Consider our suggestion seriously, think about Natasha and them who are still waiting for you to go home. You know, in today's chaotic world, robberies are happening every day, and many people are missing every day- —As a deputy director of an institute that will disappear tomorrow, oh no, the name has disappeared, you should understand very well ... "

Looking around the surrounding environment, and the attitude of the American man in front of him, Alexei scorned his lips contemptuously, staring at the American agent who appeared in front of him without fear.

"He ~ tui! I would rather sell my soul to the devil than sell my motherland to you maggots."

"Well, it's the same as we evaluated before."

Faced with Alexei's answer, the man unconsciously pouted his lips and wiped off the spit on his face.

As a field agent affiliated with the CIA, his main job was originally not to persuade and sneak in, beheading and secretly clearing the target, but his own business-the previous words were just for the needs of the program, which means that he has tried pass.

In fact, since he was assigned this task, he almost understood the attitude of the authorities.

In any case, this important researcher who participated in the main nuclear power development projects and nuclear weapons research projects of the former Soviet Union must not be out of control. Even if these people are in the third world, they may pose a great threat.

"Then, I'm sorry ... Blame it, just blame your Kremlin and the knowledge in your mind. Unfortunately, since the collapse of the Soviet Union, there has been no force in the world that can stop us. "

Looking at the muzzle of the black hole in front of him, Alexey's eyes were a little trance, but it's a pity ... I can't take the bread home tonight, and with Natasha's character, they shouldn't pick up his own Severance payment?

Hopefully, the gold star medal at home can still sell for a good price ...

boom!

Bang Bang Bang!

The expected pain did not come. I saw that the American man suddenly turned his gun at the last moment and killed a colleague standing next to him. Then, like crazy, he continued to pull towards his surrounding partners. trigger.

"Leonard, are you crazy ?!"

"Damn it! Kill him! He is a traitor!"

Unexpectedly, the other Americans reacted quickly. Several people wrestled together. The **** smell, the smoky smell, and the screams and groans of the men mixed together. The scene became extremely chaotic for a time.

Alexey, who had escaped, looked around and was about to find a trash can or some bunker to avoid it a little bit, so as not to be accidentally injured by the stray bullets. The situation in front of him left his brain a little dazed for a while.

At this moment, Alexe's ear heard a subtle familiar voice.

"We should go, Mr. Alexey, don't resist."

"Frank? When are you coming ..."

Alexey turned back suddenly, looking at the vague figure behind him, and before he finished speaking, he felt his shoulder sink.

Immediately after that, Alexei encountered a terrible feeling that he had never experienced.

He felt that the whole portrait was squeezed in a thick rubber tube, he couldn't breathe, every part of his body was squeezed, and it almost exceeded his endurance limit ... No, or the limit he thought.

Then, just when he thought he might be suffocating, the invisible tube suddenly burst, and he knelt halfway under the cool night sky of Russia, breathing fresh, cold, bitter air.

Alex can hear the sound of traffic not far away ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The blurred vision gradually recovered, and the familiar building outlines and lights in the distance told him that they did not leave the city too far. On the rooftop of a house.

And beside him, the strange young man who had not been separated from him long before, Frank.

It's just that now the young man is holding a thin wooden stick tightly in his hand, just like holding a sword used for duel in the West. I don't know why, Alexey always thinks where this scene is. Seen before.

There was a trace of nervousness on Frank's young face, and he spoke quickly.

"I understand that you must have a lot of confusion, but please wait a moment, I still have some finishing work."

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Chapter 2 ~

List of Hogwarts chapters on the tip of the high-speed writing hand