Chapter 2248
: Love Appears
The security guard was frightened by the sudden explosion. Out of duty, he didn't bother to track down Love anymore, and rushed to the explosion site, trying to check the situation and control it. His heart was filled with worry and fear, not knowing what serious consequences this explosion would bring and whether it would endanger the safety of the entire research center.
Having successfully escaped, Loew quickened his pace. He had worked here for more than 20 years, and he knew every passage and every corner like the back of his hand. Everything here was like a part of his body. He chose the fastest shortcut and ran quickly towards the parking lot based on the route he remembered. His steps were hurried and firm, and he had only one thought in his mind, which was to escape from this dangerous place as soon as possible.
He got into his car in one go and immediately pulled out his phone. His fingers danced across the screen quickly, like playing a tense movement on the keyboard, and he typed a short text message, then sent it to the designated number without hesitation. The text message only contained a simple English message "Got it". A Russian sending an English text message is intriguing, and seems to suggest that there is a complex international conspiracy behind it. Perhaps he has already colluded with foreign forces, and this betrayal is just the beginning of a bigger conspiracy.
After sending the text message, Loew quickly started the car. At this time, the rainy night outside seemed even darker and darker, and the big raindrops "crackled" on the car window, as if it was the drumbeat of fate, urging him to escape quickly. He took advantage of the rainy night to drive out of the gate as fast as an arrow. The tires of the car splashed high water on the ground, making a "swooshing" sound. By the time the security guards reacted, he had already disappeared without a trace, leaving only the water splashed by the wheels along the way, flashing a strange light under the dim street lights, as if telling what had just happened. And this sudden change, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, will inevitably trigger a series of unpredictable chain reactions in the future, making the situation even more complicated.
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Tel Aviv, Israel. The sun was pouring down like a waterfall, pouring down on the relaxing beach without reservation. The scorching rays baked every inch of the sand, as if to turn everything in the world into dust. The air was filled with suffocating heat, and even the sea breeze was scorching hot.
"The sun is killing me, and I found nothing." Sergey was wearing a loose beach short-sleeved shirt and a pair of cool sunglasses on his nose, but his frowning brows revealed his inner irritability. He walked along the beach with a slow and irritable pace, which was out of place compared with the tourists around him who were enjoying the holiday and smiling happily. From time to time, he raised his hand to block the piercing sunlight, his eyes were full of impatience and fatigue, and he kept muttering.
"It's been three hours. Are you sure it's here? Why do I feel like it can't be here?" Nowen, who was in charge of observation on the shore, put his hands on the awning, his eyes fixed on every move on the beach, and his tone was full of deep suspicion. She squinted her eyes slightly, and the sea breeze gently ruffled her hair, but it couldn't dispel the thick doubts in her heart.
"His guess may be right, Boss. If Zaev and Mach really want to hide, they can't hide in a place like this." Stonebatch, who was staying in the safe house, staring at the computer screen, quickly tapped the keyboard and agreed with Novin's analysis. His eyes were bloodshot, and it was obvious that he had been fighting for this mission for a long time, and he was exhausted.
"This intelligence is not complete. It is an encrypted image intercepted by the headquarters from Mach's accomplice. It shows the phone booth on the beach and the date." As Chhetri spoke, he skillfully operated the mouse to zoom in on the computer screen, and the picture finally locked on a phone booth in the picture. Under the sunlight, the phone booth cast a faint shadow, as if hiding endless secrets, and it looked particularly abrupt on this seemingly peaceful beach.
"Could it be a code or a deliberate misleading? It's not referring to something real. The credibility of the intelligence is not high." Long Zhan crossed his arms and said solemnly. His eyes were deep and sharp, as if he was thinking about various possibilities. Because of anxiety, beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead and slowly slid down his cheeks.
"But this is the only intelligence we have at the moment. Even if we are unhappy, we have to give it a try and see if we can get anything out of it." Colonel Coltrane sighed helplessly, his face full of helplessness and fatigue. He rubbed his temples, trying to relieve the tension and stress of the past few days, and his voice was filled with fatigue and helplessness.
Colonel Coltrane was telling the truth, and everyone had no choice but to try their luck. So Sergei and Novin, who were sent out, continued to guard the telephone booth on the beach, pretending to be tourists to avoid being exposed.
"It's a nice place to stay. It's okay to stay longer." Sergey looked at the beach and the beachside, which were full of hot girls wearing bikinis. His eyes lit up instantly, his heart was beating like a deer, and his saliva was about to flow out. His eyes wandered freely among the crowd, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose, revealing a malicious smile on his face.
"You don't want to do the same thing as last time, do you? Don't forget what happened last time." Novin teased jokingly, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a slightly mocking smile. She glanced at Sergei with a hint of warning in her eyes, as if reminding him not to repeat the same mistake.
Hearing what Norman said, Sergei suddenly remembered. Last time in the Labao Club, he was so excited that he couldn't control himself at all. In the monitoring room, he couldn't wait to play a game of poker with the hot girl, but was ruthlessly reported by the hot girl and was arrested by several strong men. If Long Zhan and others hadn't come to rescue him in time, Sergei might have really lost his head because of his impulsiveness.
During the mission, playing poker almost made him miss an important task. This was not a decent thing after all. Sergei's face turned red and he couldn't refute it for a while. He smiled awkwardly and tried to change the subject, with a flash of panic in his eyes.
Fortunately, a new situation occurred at this time, pulling him out of this embarrassment.
He saw a man walking hurriedly towards the dock. The man's steps were hurried and flustered, which was out of tune with the leisurely atmosphere around him. Each step he took was very big, as if he was running away from something. His forehead was covered with beads of sweat, which sparkled in the sunlight, and his eyes revealed a hint of fear and uneasiness.
"Sighted a suspicious target, male, about 40 years old, wearing a white shirt and blue trousers." Sergei lowered his voice and reported the situation on the radio. As he spoke, he quietly adjusted his position so that he could better observe the man's every move. He stared at the man closely, not daring to slack off. His heartbeat began to speed up, and a nervous feeling spread in his heart. The beach was full of tourists wearing bikinis and shorts, or at least casual clothes. The man in front of him was dressed so formally, as if he had just got off work from the office building, and most importantly, he looked serious and hurried. So many points concentrated on one person, it was too conspicuous on the beach, like a bright light in the dark night, it was hard not to attract attention.
"I see." Nowen adjusted her seat slightly, her expression unchanged, seemingly still enjoying the sunshine leisurely, but her eyes were fixed on the man who appeared. He crossed half of the beach and finally came to the telephone booth they were staring at. Her eyes were as sharp as a falcon, locking onto the target, while her body was slightly tense, ready to act at any time.
The man in formal clothes was the escaped Loew. As soon as he walked to the phone booth, the phone booth suddenly rang as if controlled by some mysterious force. Loew was slightly stunned, and a trace of vigilance flashed in his eyes, but he quickly picked up the microphone and started talking to the other party. His voice was very low, as if he was deliberately hiding something, and his body was slightly leaning forward, as if he was on guard against everything around him. His eyes kept scanning the surroundings, trying to find possible dangers.
Little did they know that the phone booth was under close surveillance, and the content of their phone conversations was synchronously transmitted to Chhetri's computer. On the computer screen, strings of characters jumped quickly, as if telling an unknown secret. Chhetri stared at the screen, not daring to blink, trying to decipher useful information from these characters.
"Who's on the other end of the line? Zayev?" Long Zhan asked anxiously, with a hint of nervousness in his voice. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes fixed on the computer screen, as if he wanted to see the person on the other end of the line through the screen. His fingers tapped the table unconsciously, showing his inner anxiety.
"Not sure yet." Chhetri responded quickly while staring at the computer screen intently. His fingers were rapidly tapping on the keyboard, trying to find useful clues from the chaotic signals, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. His eyes revealed a trace of concentration and persistence, determined to solve this mystery.
"Can you track and locate them?" Colonel Kechuan asked anxiously, his brows twisted into a "chuan" shape, and his eyes revealed a hint of anxiety. He knew very well that if the opponent's position could not be determined as soon as possible, the mission would become more difficult.
"Yes, but the signal is constantly being transferred." Chhetri tried to lock the other party's position, but the other party obviously used extremely sophisticated anti-tracking methods, and the positioning coordinates were running around all over the world. This was enough to prove that the other party had taken countermeasures. All the signals sent over were virtual garbled codes, like a cloud of fog, making it difficult to grasp. Chhetri showed a trace of helplessness on his face. He knew that he had encountered a difficult opponent this time.
"Then we have to arrest the informant first." The caller could not be located, so Colonel Coltrane fixed his eyes on Love who answered the phone and immediately gave an order over the radio: "Team B arrest the target, keep a low profile, and don't make a big scene. Israel is not aware of our actions, and Whitehall does not want to alert Israel." His voice was deep and powerful, revealing an unquestionable majesty. He was well aware of the sensitivity of this mission, and any mistake could lead to serious consequences.
In Colonel Kechuan's opinion, it would be easy for two experienced contractors to capture a middle-aged man in his forties. After all, they both had rich experience and excellent skills, so it should be no problem for them to deal with such a target.
"Roger that!"
"Got it, let's go once we catch him." After receiving the order, Novin and Sergei approached Loew without hesitation. Their eyes instantly became sharp, and their steps were light and fast, like a cheetah locking onto its prey, exuding an invisible murderous aura. Novin's eyes revealed a hint of coldness, and she was ready to deal with any situation; Sergei tightly grasped the weapon in his hand, with a confident smile on his face, and he believed that he could complete the task.
"Buzz--" Suddenly, the roar of a motorcycle engine broke the original tranquility. A mysterious man wearing black clothes and a black helmet on his head rode a motorcycle and rushed towards the phone booth as fast as black lightning. The speed of the motorcycle was so fast that it brought a gust of wind, which made the surrounding tourists look sideways and the fine sand on the beach was also blown up. The mysterious man drove the motorcycle and left two deep marks on the beach, like two black pythons winding forward.
"There's a motorcyclist coming with bad intentions." Sergei spotted the motorcycle immediately and thought to himself that things were about to get out of control. He made a prompt decision, quickly pulled out his gun, and immediately reported the situation to the headquarters. There was a hint of anxiety in his voice, and his heart began to beat rapidly. He stared at the mysterious rider, trying to judge his intentions from his actions.
"Sergey, start the hunt, split up." Novin jumped up from her chair and ran towards Loew's position like an agile cheetah. Her posture was agile, her steps were firm, her eyes were shining with determination, and her hands were tightly holding the weapon. As she ran, she observed the surrounding environment, looking for the best route to hunt.
"Sorry, buddy, can I borrow your money?" Sergei was far away and worried that he could not catch up, so he grabbed a motorcycle on the side of the road, put on his helmet skillfully, stepped on the accelerator and started chasing. The motorcycle rushed out like an arrow from a bow, and a puff of black smoke came out of the exhaust pipe. At the same time, he reported on the radio: "I am chasing on a motorcycle." His voice trembled slightly because of excitement and nervousness. Under his control, the motorcycle was like a roaring beast, speeding all the way on the beach.
Love, who answered the phone, also keenly sensed something was wrong, a flash of fear flashed across his face, and he hurriedly dropped the phone and started running, choosing to run to a remote and narrow location. (End of this chapter)