my stealth fighter

Chapter 704 Misfortune Comes From Heaven
She drove away from the vacant factory building on the 25th, and the sun was rare today. The car felt good in the sun, which made her feel a little happy, but the intensity of the sun only warmed her cheeks, not enough to melt the snow.

She carefully controlled the speed of the car, paid attention to every traffic sign on the side of the road, and drove cautiously, mainly because she didn't want to attract traffic police to make trouble. Once a strange Asian face like her was stopped for questioning, it would be difficult to get away, but Afraid of something, halfway through the drive, the rear wheel hit a piece of ice and slipped, causing her to almost run off the road. Although she stopped in time, a sharp siren sounded, and a local police patrol car stopped behind her car. .

Complaining about her bad luck in her heart, she rolled down the car window and greeted the passing traffic policeman with a smile: "Hello!"

No. 25 is fluent in Russian, but she greeted with a bad accent on purpose, because according to her experience, if a foreign tourist has a minor traffic violation, the police will usually be lenient, and will not be too serious, especially if she cannot speak the local language. Even communication is very troublesome for foreign tourists with poor language skills.

The policeman came to the car, bent down to scan her face and the interior of the car, and said in a businesslike tone, "Please show your driver's license."

No. 25 deliberately pretended not to understand, gestured in English and Japanese mixed with gestures, and waited for him to ask the second time, then clumsily took out the international driver's license and handed it to him.

The police looked at her driver's license, but did not return it to her. Instead, they asked her where she came from and why she came here, because this is not a tourist city.

No. 25 was anxious. They hadn't prepared to hide their identities in advance, and she wasn't good at hiding them, so she could only pretend that she didn't understand, and babbled in Japanese mixed with broken English. The two talked like chickens and ducks.

However, on the 25th, I knew the local customs and customs, and felt that I might have encountered traffic police who specialize in blackmailing foreign tourists. Not to mention such poor and remote small cities, even in big cities like Moscow, there are often various government officials looking for foreign tourists. The stubble, especially the East Asian tourists who are used to swallowing their anger, are often willing to spend money to eliminate disasters.

She picked up the travel brochure and handed it to him. Inside the brochure was a stack of US dollar small change. The amount added up to 40 yuan. A fattened sheep that squeezes out more oil and water.

He took the manual, and immediately felt that there was something in it. When he opened it, he saw the stack of dollars. He looked at the dollars, and then at her smiling.

On the 25th, I said silently: Put it in your pocket honestly and get out, this is for your own good.

If the other party was an upright policeman, she would probably turn against her immediately and arrest her for bribery, but considering the meager salary of the grassroots police in Russia, the chance of meeting such a good policeman is about the same as winning the lottery. She doesn't think she is so lucky Poor, but if it was really that unlucky, she could only knock him out by surprise, and she couldn't be taken to the police station anyway, otherwise it would be too embarrassing.

He calmly grabbed the banknotes and stuffed them into his trouser pockets, handed back the driver's license and travel brochure to her, and said, "Drive slower next time."

On the 25th, I put my heart back into my stomach, took the driver's license with a smile, started the car and drove away.

The policeman watched her vehicle gradually go away, turned on the intercom and reported the license plate number and said, "Dispatcher, this is 8406, and a suspicious Asian woman was found, please give instructions."

This morning, their bureau received a special arrangement from their superiors, asking them to pay attention to suspicious people nearby, especially Asian women, but not to startle them.The police officers didn't know what was going on. It was said that it was related to the military. It seemed that someone was missing. Some people saw that the person had contact with an Asian woman before he disappeared. The superiors did not say in detail, maybe Even the superiors didn't know what was going on.

After his report, he was back in the police car and was about to resume his patrol when the radio rang again.

"8406, what does the suspicious woman you see look like?" An unfamiliar voice came from the intercom, the voice was rough and hoarse, like rocks rubbing against each other.

"Who are you?" He asked warily.

"Do you need me to call your superior over before you can answer the question?"

"..."

The other party's tone seemed not to be trifled with, he hesitated a little, and described No. 25's appearance.

"You mean, she is of yellow race, but her skin is very fair, like the kind that often stays at home?"

"Yes, I don't mean sickly white, but... I don't know how to describe it."

When he saw No. 25 just now, he felt that this young woman must seldom bask in the sun. Although East Asian women generally hate tanned skin, her skin is so white that even the blue blood vessels under the skin can be vaguely seen.

"Where is her hand? How is her hand? Is it rough or delicate?" The other party asked very pointedly.

He recalled that when she handed him the driver's license and travel brochure, she inevitably touched her hand. Her fingertips seemed to be hard. A rower with surprisingly strong palms, definitely not a girl who can't even unscrew a bottle cap.

"It's rough," he said.

"I see, it's none of your business." The other party ended the conversation rudely.

He stared at the walkie-talkie speechlessly, full of complaints in his heart, but he touched the money in his trouser pocket and decided to bear it.

No. 25 didn't know that she was being targeted. She was still complacent that she solved the problem by stuffing money wittily. After purchasing three or four boxes of apples and carrots, in order to avoid encountering that unlucky policeman on the way back , she went back the other way.

The factory was almost the same as when she left. Seeing that Uncle Ron was still training the puppies at the door, nothing seemed to happen. She put her heart back into her stomach and moved the apples and carrots down from the car. Ron also came over help.

"How is it, did you encounter any problems?" Ron asked.

"No, everything went well." Number 25 decided not to tell the story of being stopped by the police.

Frigga happily ate apples and carrots, while No. 25 and Ron each took an apple and gnawed. The frozen apples tasted special.

At this time, a gust of wind blew, and the energetic puppy, who couldn't rest at all, suddenly stopped playing with Gavin, sniffed suspiciously, and barked in a certain direction.

Gavin's sense of smell is not as good as that of puppies, but as the saying goes, one dog barks at the shadow of a hundred dogs, and if one dog starts to bark because he notices the situation, the other dogs will follow suit.

"What's the matter, Gavin?" Ron had partnered with Gavin for so many years, immediately threw away the apple vigilantly, squatted beside Gavin and put his arms around his dog's neck to ask, but unfortunately Gavin couldn't speak.

Then, Frigga, whose head was buried in the box and was eating hazelnuts, raised her head, her two triangular ears swung from side to side, she snorted, and pawed the ground anxiously. It has a 360-degree field of vision, But directly above is the blind spot of its vision. It senses that there is danger monitoring, but it cannot find where the danger comes from.

"There may be a situation..."

Before Ron finished speaking, he heard a soft creaking sound from the top of his head. Raphael had changed from a sitting position to a standing position at some point. croon.

But the direction Raphael aimed at... turned out to be the sky?

At this time, No. 25 and Ron finally heard an abnormal sound, a high-frequency whistling sound from far to near, from low to high, just like the sound of shells falling from the sky in an old-fashioned war movie.

With a bang, Raphael's sharp arrow pierced the skylight and soared into the sky, and the broken glass, dust, and snow that exploded were like a snow lotus blooming from the roof.

Through the broken skylight, they saw a black spot falling towards the factory building with a whistling sound. The black spot looked like...a person?

Rafael's arrow was extremely accurate, hitting the black spot in the air precisely, but such a powerful arrow didn't penetrate the black spot as expected, instead there was a sound of gold and iron clanging, and the falling of the black spot It was only slightly blocked, but it was still smashed down with the force of a thunderbolt.

With a bang, the black dot pierced through the roof, smashed the load-bearing beams, and slammed heavily on the concrete floor. It seemed that even the cement was smashed, and the splashed cement fragments and dust came like a storm. to all directions.

Ron and No. 25 were caught off guard and couldn't stand still due to the shock. They had only time to instinctively cover their heads with their hands, and then lay down on the spot. Their bodies were hit by the cement fragments falling like raindrops. It was smashed blue and purple.

This old factory building had been in disrepair for a long time, and the roof was still covered with thick and heavy ice and snow. The sudden heavy blow caused the load-bearing beams to break. This was no longer the straw that broke the camel's back, but an iron The weight hit the camel's back.

With a slow, long, ominous cracking sound, the four walls began to collapse inwards.

"Run!" Ron got up from the ground and ran out. Seeing that No. 25 seemed stupid and didn't respond, he quickly shouted to remind her.

"Frigal is still inside..." No. 25 said anxiously. Even if Jiang Chanji hadn't asked her to take care of Frigg, she would not be able to let go of such a beautiful animal if it died here.

Frigga was staying in the deep part of the factory building, and it was impossible to save it in time now.

"Leave it alone!" Ron didn't care to say anything, and pulled the hood of the No. 25 down jacket from the back and dragged it out. No matter how important an animal is, it is still an animal. How can it be more important than human life.

Gavin, who had sensed the danger in advance, could have escaped long ago, but he was loyal and waited until his master started to run before he followed suit. As soon as he ran, the pup also ran out.

As soon as Ron dragged No. 25 out, the factory collapsed completely in the next second, and the overwhelming dust enveloped everything nearby.

(End of this chapter)