The sun never sets

The driver was stunned for a moment, and then his body began to shake like a sieve. The members of the action team roughly dragged the three people out of the car. Felix Yusupov shouted: "What are you doing? I am a guest of His Majesty the Tsar. What do you want to do?"

But no one explained to him, and he was admitted directly. His mouth was taped, a bag was put on his head, and two burly men held one of them and stuffed them into a military truck.

Seeing that the operation was going smoothly, Scott Reeves became more and more excited. He arranged personnel on the roads leading in and out of the resort, but the two spies did not escape and still came to the party.

This was good, and if two spies were caught, they would surely be able to pull out a bunch of them like a melon vine. But there was also a bad side. Comrade Joseph Stalin, the chairman of the Anti-Counterrevolutionary Committee, happened to be at the resort. After hearing that the spy who assassinated Chairman Lin was caught, he accepted the case and prepared to transport the spy to Moscow overnight.

"I think we should interrogate them in Sevastopol and dig out their secrets as soon as possible!"

Scottlev made a suggestion, but it was rejected by Stalin.

"There must be enemy intelligence agents lurking in Transestobol, and perhaps in the Crown Hotel as well."

Stalin did not trust the intelligence department in Transseverobol, and he was also very displeased with the rebellious guy Scottlev. He did not want to give the credit to him, so he insisted on taking him to Moscow.

Scottlev had no way of disobeying his superiors' orders. The People's Party had discipline, and the intelligence department attached even greater importance to discipline. No matter how angry he was, he could only let Stalin take the man away.

After catching the two spies, Stalin did not attend the banquet. After saying goodbye to Chairman Lin, he took his men on the train back to Moscow overnight.

"Just let him take him away like that?"

"What else can I do?"

Scottlev did not think highly of Stalin, and his political stance was different from those guys who came from the Bolsheviks. He used to be a "Russian emperor". During the World War, Scottlev fought hard against the Germans in the Russian army, but Stalin and his people stabbed the great Russia in the back.

If possible, Scottlev would be willing to put a bullet in Stalin's head. But now he is Stalin's subordinate, so he can only swallow his anger. If Stalin died in Sevastopol, they would all be suspected and might be sent to Siberia to dig potatoes.

Twenty years ago, Scott Lev might have gone to Ting'er, after all, he was young at that time and was not afraid of anything. But now he is no longer alone, and even if he is not afraid of death, he still has to consider his wife and children at home.

"Let's go, stop looking. Let's go inside the hotel and check again, and don't make any more mistakes!"

Speaking of the case of Felix Yusupov, it was the intelligence department's negligence that allowed the assassin to get so close to Chairman Lin.

Chapter 840 Escape

Poetry, paintings, and dance of peace and prosperity.

Sharp words, swords, and smoke of troubled times.

While the dignitaries were enjoying the cocktail parties on the 12,13th, 14th and th floors of the Crown Hotel, the soldiers on the secret front were busy. Scott Lev led his capable personnel to check the hotel from top to bottom, inside and out.

"It's impossible to check the three floors where the cocktail party was held carefully. Many important people came."

Scottlev listened to his men's complaints, but he was unmoved. Intelligence work often involves encountering all kinds of bigwigs. In front of the Purge Committee, no bigwig can do anything. But this time the situation was special, and the Purge Committee could only restrain its usual arrogance.

"Strengthen the security of the reception, and we'll deal with other matters once it's over."

When Scott Reeves was young, he was full of vigor and reckless, which brought him trouble. As he got older, Scott Reeves now knows to think more before doing things.

Intelligence officers in civilian clothes and carrying weapons were moving around the party, trying to find any clues. Scott Lev walked around the three floors with a glass of wine, but found nothing unusual.

Lin Yongchang showed up at the party for a short while and met Scott Reeves and his men, but he didn't say much. He just raised his glass and nodded slightly.

Yongchang only appeared for a moment and then returned to the top floor of the hotel.

After a while, Irina, dressed in her best clothes, came up in the elevator.

"Cousin Felix didn't come tonight. Did something happen?"

Lin Yongchang smiled and said, "He went to Moscow for urgent business."

"really?"

"Yeah, it's true."

In the darkness, the train roared past, and Felix Yusupov, who was handcuffed, woke up from his coma. He and Sukhotin had been knocked unconscious by ether in the parking lot, and he had just woken up. Hearing the "Kukukuk" statue and feeling the vibration of the wooden board under him, Felix quickly guessed that he was on the train.

"Felix," a weak voice came from the side, "Don't move, pretend to be unconscious."

Felix Yusupov asked in surprise: "When did you wake up?"

"Just now, a few minutes earlier than you."

In the darkness, Sukhokin whispered in Felix Yusupov's ear: "I don't know where the train is going, but we must escape. Once the train stops, it will be too late."

Felix Yusupov knew this, but they were handcuffed and there were several armed men at the door, so how could they escape?

"There must be a way!"

Sukhokin was so worried about him, but they didn't find any opportunities in the next two days. During these two days, they didn't eat any food and were only allowed to drink a little water. Hunger made their hands and feet weak, and the chance of escape became increasingly slim.

At all times, there were at least two people watching them at the door, day and night.

It seemed like an eternity had passed before the train finally slowed down. Felix Yusupov saw the scene outside and was filled with despair. “This is the South Platform of Moscow. We are going back to Moscow.”

After not eating for a few days, Felix Yusupov was no longer as energetic as before and spoke weakly. He was not whispering intentionally, but he simply had no strength.

The same thing happened to Sukhokin. After two days, he looked very depressed. In the past few years since he escaped, Sukhokin had been through rigorous training. Not eating for two days made him much weaker, but he still retained a lot of physical strength. His mental depression was not fake, but it was not to the extent that he showed.

Not long ago, he quietly took out the wire hidden in his body and opened the handcuffs, so he had a chance to escape. But what about Felix? Felix had not received the same harsh training as him. Should he leave him to the evil Purge Committee? Rather than falling into the hands of the Purge Committee and being tortured, it would be better to kill him now.

The best way is to kill Felix, but Sukhokin can't do it. He can't imagine what his beloved Felix will look like after death. He would rather die than kill his beloved.

However, the train was about to arrive at the station, and he could not delay any longer. Sukhotyn knew that he had to make a decision in the next ten minutes.

"Kukukuku——"

"Woo——"

Sukhokin closed his eyes and said, "Felix, listen to me and don't make any noise. I will open the door and you must jump out immediately."

Felix Yusupov glanced toward the door, then felt a slight jolt on his wrist, and the handcuffs had been unlocked. He quietly moved his wrist and waited for the door to open.

Since Sukhokin said so, there must be a way, just like more than ten years ago. At that time, they also faced a city-wide manhunt, but eventually fled Moscow.

The train was slowing down and was about to enter the station, so the armed guards inevitably relaxed. They knew they had to keep an eye on the captured spy, but humans could not stay focused all the time, both physically and mentally.

"Woo——"

The whistle sounded again, and Sukhokin suddenly jumped up from the ground and punched the man near the door in the face. The armed man showed a look of surprise on his face, and then his fist broke his nose. The back of his head hit the wall of the carriage with a dull sound, and he fainted immediately.

Sukhokin was very good at martial arts, and if he hadn't been trapped in the back seat of the car, he wouldn't have been caught so easily. He knocked out an armed man with one punch, and then kicked another in the stomach.

But the man had already reacted. "Someone come!" he shouted, stretching out his hand to block. The whistle outside was loud, and the shouting was suppressed by the whistle. The armed guard blocked Sukhokin's punches and kicks a few times, and wanted to reach out for his gun, but he felt a pain in his waist and his body fell sideways to the connection between the carriages.

But it was Felix Yusupov who had been accumulating this force for a long time.

Sukhokin had no time to care about the armed men who were knocked to the ground. He forcefully opened the door of the train compartment and pulled Felix down with force.

There were gravels on the side of the train tracks, and after jumping down, it was inevitable that my hands and feet would be scratched and bloody. But compared with being imprisoned in the prison of the Purge Committee, the other injuries were nothing.

Sukhokin and Felix were lying on the ground in a daze, helping each other to get up from the ground, when they heard a loud shout from behind: "Don't shoot, capture him alive!"

Chapter 841: Arson

Stalin was in this car

On the train, but he lived in a special compartment, unlike Felix Yusupov and Sukhotin who were thrown into a coal carriage. After hearing that the two captured spies had escaped, Stalin stood up and shouted angrily: "Damn it! You guys should all be sent to Siberia!"

Anger cannot solve the problem. After Stalin calmed down, he immediately sent people off the train to catch the escaped spy. After the train arrived at the station, he showed his ID and called the Moscow Defense Command using the station's phone, asking the local garrison and armed police to assist in catching the spy.

Those two people were taken from Skotlev by Stalin. If they were to run away, his prestige would suffer a serious blow. Other comrades in the party would also doubt Stalin's ability.

Police and troops inside and outside Moscow were mobilized. Felix Yusupov's residence was quickly searched, the army blocked traffic roads, and the police searched for Felix and his accomplices in the streets and surrounding villages.

In front of the powerful state machine, even if Sukhokin is a well-trained fighter, there is no good way. More than ten years ago, he was able to escape from Moscow because the situation at that time was chaotic. Moscow now is not like before, and there is no chance to fish in troubled waters.

Sukhokin took Felix Yusupov and hid in a cabin in an orchard. They found some food and drinks, and wolfed them down, filling their stomachs half full. They finally had strength again.

"Hiding here is not a solution. Sooner or later someone will come looking for us..."

Before he finished speaking, the sound of dogs barking was heard from the orchard not far away.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

"This way!"

Su Huojin's face changed drastically, "You came so quickly!"

"Felix, hurry up......"

"boom!"

There was a loud explosion in the distance. Sukhokin was stunned for a moment, then he looked up in the direction of the sound and saw orange flames rising in the afterglow of the setting sun. "How much explosives were used?"

"What's going on? Is this the person who came to rescue us?"

Sukhokin didn't know, it might have been done by Polish nationalists, or it might have been done by someone sent by the organization.

Affected by the explosion, the police and police dogs in the orchard not far away stopped, and Sukhokin took this opportunity to pull Felix and started to escape again. The sky gradually darkened, which added some protection for Sukhokin and his team, but they were still surrounded and in danger of being caught at any time.

Felix Yusupov's physical fitness was not as good as Sukhokin's. He was already exhausted and panting. At this time, he shook off Sukhokin's hand and said, "You go by yourself. I can't do it anymore."

Su Huojin grabbed Felix's hand again, "What nonsense are you talking about? We finally escaped, how can we give up now?"

“Huh…Huh…I really…really can’t take it anymore!”

"We're almost at the contact station, hold on a little longer!"

“Yes…really?”

Felix Yusupov's head was dizzy and his legs felt like they were filled with lead. If Sukhotin hadn't dragged him, Felix would have fallen to the ground gasping for breath.

His footsteps became heavier and heavier. The windows on his ankles cracked, and blood slid down his skin, flowed into his shoes, and then seeped out of the shoes, leaving incomplete blood-red footprints on the ground.

After an unknown amount of time, Felix heard someone exclaim, "Oh my God, this is against the rules!"

"Bandage him quickly and send him away quickly."

Felix sat on the bench and panted for a long time before finally catching his breath. He had a lot of questions to ask, but now he was so exhausted that he couldn't say anything. The pain and fatigue in his body almost broke him.

"You shed too much blood..."

The middle-aged man was talking incessantly, and he reached out to take out a bandage and a pistol from the medical box. In the next second, the muzzle of the gun was pointed at Sukhotin. Felix Yusupov had no time to think, and instinctively stood in front of Sukhotin.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

"boom!"

Three gunshots followed, and Felix was hit twice in the chest. His body shook, and he fell down. Sukhokin knocked the Luger pistol out of the middle-aged man's hand, and it took him some effort to catch the pistol in his hand.

The middle-aged man's eyes showed fear, and he shouted: "I don't want to kill you, it's..."

"boom!"

Sukhokin fired only one shot, hitting the man in the head. "I know, but you're still going to die." He turned to look at Felix, "You......"

Lying in the blood, Felix Yusupov smiled with difficulty, "I really can't do it anymore... set fire... ", his voice became hurried, "... escape..."

"I'm so cold... Is this what death feels like... Keep on... Keep on living..."

The person in Sukhokin's arms soon died, and he was stunned for a while. In the distance, there was a sound of barking, and Sukhokin seemed to wake up from a dream. He stood up and looked for fire starters, and lit the fire with alcohol and cloth strips.

After a while

, flames and thick smoke ignited in the room. The flames quickly grew larger, and hot smoke filled the semi-enclosed space. As the fire grew larger, Sukhokin had no expression on his face, but slowly raised his pistol.

After the gunshots, many people around chose to call the police. Those who had weapons at home nervously took out their weapons to guard against possible danger. The village militia rushed over with shouts and shouts. They were holding rifles and pistols, flashing flashlights, and surrounded them in scattered formations, looking like they were facing a great enemy.

"Oh no! Mikhanov's house is on fire!"

"Be careful, the enemy may still be nearby!"

"Mikhanov! Mikhanov! Are you still there?"

After the militiamen confirmed that there were no gunmen around, they began to shout loudly for the villagers to come out and put out the fire. There were many houses next to Mikhanov's house. If the fire was allowed to spread, it might burn down the neighboring houses and the whole house.

Not long after, Stalin got the news. When he heard that the arrest had failed, his face turned grim. "Are they all dead?"

"Most of the body was burned, but we can still get a lot of information through autopsy..."

"I don't want any information! I want a living person!"

Stalin was furious, "Two bodies were found in the fire?"

"Yes."

"Where's Mikhanov? There must be a reason why the spy ran to his house. Find Mikhanov! Investigate everyone who has any connection with him!"

"Comrade Stalin, Mikhanov is probably dead."

"Ok?"