Winter is dragging its tail, and the spring of 2004 is gradually coming.

Eastern Ukraine, Donetsk Airport.

After coming out of the disembarkation aisle, Ronan wandered to the customs to go through the immigration formalities.

"Andrei Hogwitz?" The person checking the customs looked at his passport and saw that he was from Poland, and asked casually: "What are you doing in Ukraine?"

Donetsk speaks more Russian, Ronan said with a nasal voice: "Go back home and see."

This is a passport from Romania's Vampire Hotel, Ukrainian-Polish.

When the man saw that Ronan's appearance was almost the same as in his passport photo, he immediately stamped his stamp and let him go.

Ronan saw the comparison system with his own eyes in the Russian agent's car. The technology used by the intelligence agency far exceeded that of the private sector.

When he went to Germany from Romania, he had already paid close attention to it, but he was still compared.

Before coming here, I spent some time in Krakow, Poland.

Specifically adjust the pace, change the stride length and walking posture, try to overcome habitual small movements, change the accent when speaking, etc.

In the face of powerful technological power, it is difficult to hide one's whereabouts by simply changing one's face.

Ronan is going to Russia next, and his first stop is Moscow. It is necessary to make some changes before going there.

Chenkov confessed that the person responsible for investigating the Siberian brown bear attack and annihilating an entire group of soldiers was named Vanya Yegorov, who worked in the Intelligence Bureau of the General Staff and stayed in Moscow most of the year.

Ronan came to Ukraine first, mainly because the arms dealer Yuri Orlov was in Donetsk and wanted to continue to buy some heavy ordnance such as artillery shells, grenades and rockets from him.

The artillery shells were exhausted, there were not many grenades left, and the rockets were also consumed.

The battle at the Vampire Castle fully proves that the truth is only within the range!

The persuasiveness of reasoning is directly proportional to the caliber and effectiveness!

After hailing a taxi and entering the city of Donetsk, Ronan planned to find a remote hotel to stay.

While the car was driving, I saw a hotel. The hotel was small and looked old from the outside. There was a signboard of "Continental Hotel" hanging on the front door!

Thinking of the information he got from the memory fragments, Ronan stopped the taxi, paid and dragged his luggage to the door of the Continental Hotel, but was stopped when he went up the steps.

The Slavic face said: "Please show your membership card."

Ronan said: "No."

The man was very polite: "Sorry, the hotel only accepts members."

Ronan raised his head and looked at the hotel sign. Without saying anything more, he dragged his suitcase down and entered another nearby hotel.

The two hotels were not too far apart. After checking the room, Ronan stood on the balcony and could still see the Continental Hotel sign.

A hotel that only entertains members? Ronan wondered, can it recoup its costs?

After lunch, Ronan found a public phone and dialed the number Yuri Orlov left for him last time. Unexpectedly, Yuri Orlov was staying at the Continental Hotel!

The two made an appointment to meet at Private Square.

Ronan arrived first with his suitcase and found a place to adjust his disguise. After waiting for about five minutes, Yuri Orlov's car drove over.

Ronan got on the car: "Business is great."

Yuri waved his hand: "It's hard to say, the goods are relatively complete. What do you want this time? Planes, tanks, cannons, missiles, all are available."

Ronan said directly: "107 high-explosive grenades, grenades, RPG7 rockets, and all kinds of bullets."

"It's almost the same as last time." Yuri Orlov said to the driver: "Go to the warehouse."

He looked at Ronan: "You came just in time, I will go to Kiev in the afternoon."

"Going to Kiev to sell arms?" Ronan knew to some extent that Kiev and Donetsk were in constant conflict, so he said casually: "It's amazing."

Yuri laughed: "I am only responsible for selling the basic operations of arms dealers. I don't care what they do with it."

Arriving at the warehouse, Ronan restocked with artillery shells, grenades, rockets, shotgun shells, various bullets, etc.

The c4 I bought last time was set up, but it has never been used. There is no need to buy a new one this time.

Cash was taken from the backpack to pay bills, and most of the money received from the cia and syndicates was deposited into bearer accounts in Swiss banks.

In this way, the badge space can hold more weapons.

Watching workers loading weapons into a second-hand car, Ronan remembered something and asked Yuri: "Are you staying at the Continental Hotel?"

Yuri said: "It's safer."

Ronan was curious: "I heard that only members are accepted?"

"You don't know?" Yuri felt that people like Ronan who live in the underground world should have heard of it even if they haven't been there: "You don't know about the Continental Hotel?"

He is a member of Continental Hotel and knows a little bit about it: "Continental Hotel is a subsidiary organization of Gaotai Desk. It has branches in most countries in the West, the Middle East and North Africa, and provides a series of services to registered members."

Ronan nodded slightly and motioned for Yuri to continue.

As a businessman, Yuri is very good at communication, and what he said is no secret: "Wherever there is light, there is darkness, and where there is white, there is black. About a few decades ago, twelve powerful underground organizations jointly formed the Gaotai Table.

Continental hotels were opened in many big cities, and the hotels initially catered to killers and gangsters, and then started to provide business to people like you and me."

"Gaotai Desk has considerable power in the underground world. It issues rewards through the Continental Hotel and controls or uses money to manipulate many killers. However, the Continental Hotel has an iron law that makes people feel at ease. No one is allowed to do anything in the hotel! Otherwise, they will face

The pursuit of the entire Gaotai Table forces..."

Ronan's understanding is that this is a killer organization with influence in many countries.

Yuri suddenly lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "There are rumors that there are mysterious forces behind the Twelve Organizations of the High Table! In modern society, everything requires money! Those mysterious forces use the High Table to make money! It is said that the largest force is

, called the Brotherhood.”

Ronan asked: "What is the Brotherhood?"

Yuri shrugged. In fact, he didn't know. He said vaguely: "It seems to be an ancient killer organization."

…………

Recently, the hottest news in the world is France’s high-end cosmetics scandal.

The impact was so severe that it almost brought the entire industry to a standstill in a short period of time.

In addition to the economic impact, the political impact is equally huge.

In the British official list of victims obtained from Billena Island, countries including their own citizens, including the United Kingdom, the United States, Spain, Germany, etc., all strongly condemned France and sent commissioners to Paris to punish the French government.

pressure.

Between countries, interests come first.

France was under tremendous pressure and had to make concessions in some aspects.

There's a lot of pressure outside, and there's a lot of trouble inside.

Parisians protested in large numbers again.

After Jean-Arnault finished his meeting with the President, he came out of the Elysee Palace. He got into the car exhausted both physically and mentally, and had a headache that made him want to split.

The secretary in the passenger seat asked: "Sir, are you going home?"

Jean-Arnault said: "Go to the Louvre."

The eighth arrondissement was not far from the first arrondissement. The car soon arrived outside the Louvre. Jean-Arnault did not enter the Louvre. Instead, he asked the driver to go to the small square next to it.

There is a golden sculpture in the center of the square. Joan of Arc holds a battle flag and rides on a war horse, staring at Paris and overlooking the entire France like a patron saint.

Everyone likes to go to the Louvre, but it is particularly quiet here.

Jean-Arnault got off the car and came to the statue. He looked at the statue of Joan of Arc and said to himself: "Saint, France is in crisis again. The British want to harm the interests of France and create terrorist attacks in Paris."

The whereabouts of the murderer are still unknown and he still poses a serious threat to the security of France..."

The sculpture cannot speak.

Jean-Arnault talked for a while, then turned around and got in the car and left.

As the car drove away, the wind blew over, and the gilt sculpture battle flag held high in Joan of Arc's hand suddenly fluttered.

Having just moved from the 19th arrondissement to the vicinity of the Palace of Versailles, the pot-bellied Aubrey continues to get acquainted with modern society. As the first Gallic hero to awaken, he still has to protect this land.

In distant ancient times, Aubrey fought against the Romans to protect Gaul.

By the Middle Ages, the main enemies became the English and Germans.

The last major war was against the invasion of England.

In that battle, the Knights of the Round Table hid in the army of the Principality of Burgundy and suddenly attacked the Saint...

Aubrey was seriously injured and helplessly watched the Saint being surrounded and defeated by many Knights of the Round Table.

After being rescued, he fell into a deep sleep until he woke up a few months ago.

Times have changed, and his strength has become weaker due to injuries and sleep, but his responsibility to guard and protect France has not changed.

Aubrey's companion, a short and thin man, came in from outside and said hurriedly: "The Holy Lady has just sent news that she is in Donetsk, Ukraine!"

"Leave it to you, Aubrey!" The person who spoke was Aubrey's modern class teacher and the director of the Special Operations Division of the Foreign Intelligence Service, Sophie.

Aubrey rubbed his hot-air balloon-like belly and remembered the last rocket launch with lingering fear: "Modern weapons are so terrifying. I didn't feel anything when a catapult hit me head-on."

Sophie said: "Your strength has recovered. Ordinary guns and bombs have no effect on you."

Aubrey stood up, lifted his belly, and moved his arms together: "Okay, I'll go, do you want to die or live?"

Sophie said: "No matter life or death!"

Aubrey punched his palm with his fist, and there was a loud bang: "This time I will beat him into a meat pie!"

Sophie turned to look at her assistant: "Mary, go through the formalities immediately and mobilize the plane. You can take a team to Donetsk to provide technical support for Aubrey!"

As women with outstanding images, the two of them have a natural advantage when communicating with these special people.

In addition, they must have certain physical skills and mobility.

Their grandmother was a super female agent during World War II.
Chapter completed!