People in the United States, the first smoke Mai Shiranui

Chapter 172 158. Test (22)

The night is dark.

Perseus led his men to the mafia stronghold.

This place is completely different from when Balalaika came here. It can be said that there is a lot of traffic here.

There are mafia gathering here, they have received orders from their bosses, and they have to be prepared in another way while doing business.

If these "special forces" are really capable, the mafia boss will be obedient. If these guys are just bastards who are strong outsiders, the mafia boss doesn't mind letting them experience what cruelty is.

Perseus looked at the scene in front of him, this seemingly heavily guarded stronghold was like a sieve to him.

"Your first and first task is to go in and investigate the intelligence, and draw a map for me."

Perseus spoke slowly.

Hearing what Perseus said, these old agents looked at each other, and some of them had already started to retreat.

Perseus also knew what these people were thinking, he turned around and never looked at these agents.

"If you don't have this ability, then you won't be able to participate in the next operation. For the sake of safety, you will stay in one place for a few days, and we will let you go after we succeed."

Hearing what Perseus said, a former KGB agent with Mediterranean hair spoke.

"I'm in the eighth bureau. The scope of my job is to crack codes. I can't do this kind of thing. If you want to believe me, I can be responsible for driving and guarding these jobs. Sneaking is really not my job scope."

Perseus looked at the agent in front of him. His eyes seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts. He stared at the agent for a long time, and felt chills behind the agent.

"I believe you." Perseus said slowly, judging from his experience, the agent did not lie.

The Mediterranean agent breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'll go, I'm in the first game!" A bald agent stood up.

The agents of the first bureau are all agents of foreign intelligence investigation, and he is a counterpart in this line of work.

"I'm in the third round. Although I'm not as good as the first round, my skill is not bad!"

Another agent stood up. He had a lot of hair and looked like a middle-aged man in the prime of life.

The third bureau is responsible for preventing foreign agents from destroying the Soviet Union, and its combat capabilities are also not bad.

The others shook their heads. They didn't have the guts or the ability to take part in this test.

"Well, please wait here with me." Perseus did not force these people to act.

Perseus himself is somewhat idealized, he is too much like Balalaika, and Balalaika is relatively realistic.

The two agents started to move. Although they were not as strong as the young men, they were experienced and entered the mafia's stronghold in two or three strokes.

"Do you smoke?" Perseus asked suddenly.

The agents nodded.

Perseus smoked them directly, and these people thanked Perseus immediately after receiving them.

"Let me light it for you!" Perseus took out the lighter.

The first few agents all lit up cigarettes, enjoying the happiness brought by nicotine.

When it was Mediterranean's turn, he shook his head. "Thank you, sir, but are we on a mission?"

Perseus smiled with satisfaction.

The other agents reacted, dropped the cigarette in a hurry, stepped on it twice with their feet, and extinguished the cigarette.

"It seems that you are no longer a qualified agent. The life after the disintegration has paralyzed you."

Balalaika on the side spoke.

The agents lowered their heads and had nothing to say. They could forget such basic things, and they were really not worthy of being agents.

Time passed slowly, and the agent in charge of infiltrating walked out swaggeringly.

They came to the shadow of the street corner to join Perseus and the others.

"This is a simple map we drew." The two agents gave two different maps.

In some details, there is a big gap between the two maps.

Perseus glanced at it, a little dissatisfied.

"You guys are doing pretty well." He praised.

This is only because the two agents are already retired.

If it was the agents led by Perseus himself, Perseus would send them back to school to relearn.

"Balalaika, you stay with them here, I'll go in and walk around." Perseus left a sentence and walked towards the stronghold of the mafia.

Perseus was very fast, and when he came back, he seemed to have lost a lot of weight.

"You put everything in there?" Balalaika asked.

Perseus nodded. "A few bombs were dropped at random."

When the agents on the side heard this, they were all dumbfounded. They didn't expect Perseus to be so powerful.

Bombs are different from guns. The black market is full of guns, but bombs are extremely rare.

"Let's go, come here to do the mission at noon tomorrow." Perseus signaled the agents to retreat.

At noon the next day, Perseus brought people to the stronghold of the Mafia.

The bald man behind him, named Dimitri, is the agent who dared to sneak in to draw the map yesterday.

Perseus came to the door, and he told the mafia guarding the door that he was here to get information.

The mafia boy received the order early on, and he very respectfully invited Perseus to enter the stronghold.

After entering the stronghold, Perseus walked fast, and before he had time to let the mafia boy lead the way, he found the office where the mafia boss was located with ease.

"Hi." Perseus said politely.

The mafia boss immediately stood up and responded to Perseus very politely.

After the two exchanged a polite word, the younger brother who was in charge of leading the way came to the office.

"This kind of demonstration method is really terrible!" the mafia boss thought to himself.

Perseus has already turned around the stronghold once, and he can find the office even without his younger brother leading the way.

This situation made the mafia boss afraid, and because of this, the mafia boss decided to cooperate with Perseus.

Pointing to the folder on the table, the mafia boss whispered, "This is the information we collected. If we have more time, we can get more information."

Perseus didn't reach for the folder, he whispered Dimitri's name.

Dimitri understood Perseus' intentions, and he reached for the folder.

"Thank you for your help. I have another small problem here." Perseus said, he had his own considerations about the robbery plan.

There is a saying called shopping around. The information provided by a mafia may not be accurate enough. Perseus felt that looking at the information of other companies, these guys are all mafia anyway, and Perseus would not have any pressure to deal with them.

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