In Bucharest, the bright sunshine dispelled the cold. Chenkov, wearing a round-neck sweater, came out of the Lorraine Bar. The 100,000 euros he had just spent made him look quite ugly.

The personnel of the Foreign Intelligence Service in Bucharest seriously neglected their duties!

Six days after Zhikov came here, they didn't even get any news!

The action team chased him all the way from Moscow to Bucharest and had to buy information from intelligence dealers.

For Chenkov, who had experienced the KGB era, this was a huge irony.

Can't delay.

Chenkov got into the van on the roadside and said, "Drive."

The driver Pavlenko asked: "Where to go?"

Chenkov said: "Fourth District, Room 908, Bellin Hotel, Lia Street."

In the carriage, there was also a tall blonde woman and a short man with a crew cut.

The latter sat in front of the computer and quickly searched for relevant information.

Bucharest is located in Eastern Europe, very close to Russia. Although the people here failed in their duty regarding Zhikov, they did a good job in basic work.

Sergey retrieved the Belin Hotel information including electronic drawings.

Chenkov said: "Anna, you are responsible for the operation. Sergey, you are responsible for the response."

Anna looked carefully at the hotel floor plan on the computer screen.

"Intelligence shows that the information in Zhikov's hands has been taken away." As long as you have money, you can buy intelligence from the Lorraine bar. Zhenkov just paid 100,000 euros: "Anna, your mission is to eliminate the Japanese

Cove."

Anna nodded silently.

Sergey said: "It will be very troublesome if we can't find something."

The big shots in Moscow were fighting fiercely, but the people below were about to break their legs. Chenkov frowned: "The person who took the information, Lorraine, doesn't know the specific identity. He only knows that he is related to mi6. Sergey, inform Bukovina

Colleagues, please pay attention to the unusual movements in Bukovina.”

The van parked in the parking lot of the Bellin Hotel, and Sergey, disguised as a repairman, went to the back of the hotel.

Anna put on the common black cotton hat here, checked the PSS silent pistol, put it in her handbag, and waited patiently.

Not long after, Chenkov was notified by Sergey and said: "Anna, take action."

Anna got out of the car, entered the hotel through the front entrance, took the elevator to the 9th floor, and came to room 908. She looked at the Do Not Disturb sign, took out a gun with one hand, and swiped the room card specially made by the Intelligence Bureau with the other hand to open the door.

After entering the room, Anna smelled something unusual due to the rigorous training she had experienced.

Quickly arriving at the half-open bedroom door, Zhikov was sleeping soundly on the bed. Anna confirmed that the target was correct and immediately pulled the trigger and fired.

Poof! Poof——

Amidst the loud fart-like sound, Zhikov's body twitched and he died in a coma.

Anna left the room, closed the door, hung up the do not disturb sign, went downstairs through the elevator smoothly, and returned to the car.

Sergey, who was ready to take over, did not come in handy. He waited for the car to turn to the street behind the hotel and got in the car.

Chenkov looked at his watch and said to Sergey: "Let the people here contact the plane immediately and let's go north."

Sergei called and said: "The Ukrainian warlord Yarosh has a dispute with Kiev and has blocked the airspace of Bukovina."

Chenkov cursed: "Damn warlord!"

Anna took off her cotton hat and leaned against the back of the seat. Her delicate face was expressionless, like a zombie.

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In the middle of the afternoon, Ronan drove a jeep to Bikaz. Going further, he would enter the Carpathian Mountains, and Bukovina is located in the mountains.

I went to a gas station to fill up my tank, just in case, and bought two more barrels of gas.

Ronan went to the toilet.

There were three young white men smoking at the door of the toilet. Ronan passed by them and heard an American accent.

American English is rare here.

"Oli, the Netherlands is so wonderful. You have to come here. Where is the fun place?"

Another complained: "This is such a backwater!"

The man named Ollie was older and had an Eastern European accent: "Parker, Josh, I heard a lot of people say that there is a good place here with groups of beautiful women."

Ronan went to the convenience store to buy some food, returned to the car, and started driving to continue on his way.

As soon as I left the gas station, I saw a young white man rushing over to stop the car with a thumbs up.

Ronan had something to do and was too lazy to deal with the second-rate American tourist youth. He stepped on the accelerator and the car whizzed by.

The man named Parker said angrily: "Romanians have no spirit of mutual help!"

Josh said, "Shall we call a taxi?"

Parker pointed to the street from beginning to end: "Are you sure there are taxis here?"

A black car drove over, and Ollie quickly raised his hand and raised his thumb.

The car stopped, the window was lowered, revealing a very white man's face, and asked in English with a strong accent: "Where are you going?"

Parker came forward and said, "Is there any lively and fun place nearby?"

The white-faced man was confused at first: "Fun?" Then he suddenly realized: "I know a place, the town of Borca just ahead, which is full of beauties. The top women in Romania are concentrated there!"

The three young people suddenly became interested: "Can you take us there?"

The white-faced man said: "Of course! Because I want to go too! Get in the car!"

Romania's infrastructure is pretty good in Eastern Europe. The main road into the mountains is not difficult to walk. Ronan combined the surrounding terrain and looked at the navigation map on the LCD screen from time to time, recalling what Haji explained.

There is a T-junction ahead, and there is a sign at the intersection.

Being proficient in Romanian allowed Ronan to understand the text above - Borca Town!

After parking the car, Ronan smelled the scent of his body carefully, opened a bottle of essential oil, and applied it all to his clothes.

Close the car doors and windows and continue walking forward.

Because of the perfume curse, Ronan didn't dare to get too close and stopped the car some distance away from the town.

There is a large hotel outside the town. There are some luxury cars parked in front of the hotel. All the people coming in and out to greet the customers are top-notch beautiful women or handsome men.

Seeing three women looking this way one after another, Ronan started the car and turned around, drove away for a while, turned into a small road, and hid in the woods.

According to Haji, when darkness falls, all the nearby blood servants and vampires will gather in the hotel to provide services to their customers.

Ronan parked the car and waited patiently.

Vampires who treat humans as food and make a business of killing should be damned!

Of course Ronan is not that tall, mainly because Grenouille and the Akasha family are fighting to the death with him.

And vampires may produce soul fragments of the ancient ones!

A black car drove past the main road and headed towards the hotel.

From a distance, Ronan could hear American yelling.

The black car was getting closer and closer to the hotel. Parker, who was sitting in the passenger seat, saw the uniformed female doorman at the door, and his eyes widened.

The short skirt uniform and black stockings, that hot and sexy figure, and the delicate and beautiful Eastern European face are really killing me!

Ollie looked straight at it and asked the driver: "Brother, is it here?"

The white-faced man said: "Yes, this is it, isn't it good?"

The car drove past the door, and through the glass curtain wall, the three of them discovered that the lobby was filled with young and beautiful girls.

"Hey, man, it's gone!" Parker noticed that the car didn't stop.

The white-faced man turned around and turned to the road leading to the back of the hotel: "I know the hotel manager. Let's go through the back door and go in first to pick out the girl."

The three people couldn't wait and quickly followed them into the back door of the hotel. As soon as they entered, their mouths and noses were covered!

"Take away!" The man in a black suit asked the three unconscious people to be dragged away. When someone dragged Josh past, he asked someone to stop, carefully inspected Josh's black hair, and said: "Antonio

The young lady is going to do it tonight. She likes black-haired men the most. The one she prepared before is a bit old. Go and inform the operating room that there is a suitable good one."

The business of Claudia's company is to make money by allowing rich people to satisfy their desires, including pornography, sadism and cruelty.

For example, this hotel provides services to members, including but not limited to skinning, dismemberment, castration and beheading.

They even plunder people from all over the place to meet the special appearance needs of their members.

After the unconscious man was transported away, a garbage truck drove to the back door, and two thick blood servants dragged the heavy garbage can over.

The white-faced man opened the trash can and took a look. It was filled with broken limbs, some with no upper skin.

Before being chopped down, the skin was skinned off.

The white-faced man couldn't help but shake his head, human beings are really cruel creatures.
To be continued...