In the house, Lyon Jinna put on her clothes, frowned slightly, took out the dollars in her pocket, and quickly checked her suitcase. When she opened it, she found that there were stacks of dollars in it, with a total of 200,000. "What about a lot? Is this why you are a traitor?" Lyon Jinna's voice was a little sarcastic, and she was actually bribed by money.

Shevchenko left her home and went directly to the United Nations Secretariat. The place where he lived was very close. Shevchenko dared not let go of any clues throughout the process. The CIA said that someone was secretly protecting him. But in the greater secret, there was a group of people protecting him.

Shevchenko, who entered the secretariat, wore a wig on his beard. He needed to put on makeup and throw away the KGB agents that might appear, check the pistol he carried, and make sure it could come in handy at critical moments. He filled the bullets one by one, took a deep breath after doing all this, and had never been so nervous.

After calming down, he pushed open the door and walked into the night. Shevchenko's eyes wandered everywhere, and his hands in his pocket had never left the trigger. In the quiet night, he tried to make himself less nervous, but in fact every nerve on his body was tightly tense, and he was in a state of ready to fight at any time.

"Don't the target person know that we are going to follow him to see who we are connecting with?" The monitor who took the high-power infrared telescope, his chin kept moving, like watching a circus performance. All the forces that the KGB could influence were deployed outside, and people were watching each UN exit. Someone was laying a newspaper to pretend to be a homeless man in the park next to him, and some were hiding in the trash can. He found a building near the UN to stare at the exit with a telescope. There was no way he was responsible for watching the exit, there was only one place. He sent a signal to tell Shevchenko about the movement, and the rest was left to others.

"This traitor never dreamed that the planned defectors died at the hands of our comrades!" In a nearby stronghold, the leader of the operation team took out the password telegram from Shevchenko to the CIA. The telegram had been deciphered, otherwise they would not have been waiting so calmly. Someone near the joint location had been ambushed from yesterday until now.

A restaurant at the joint location is now sitting a group of people waiting for Shevchenko's dedication. As for the owner of the restaurant, he is also a KGB, but his way to come to the United States was to smuggle with millions of Eastern European immigrants. In order to prevent him from being exposed, he and his American wife are now tied up and gagging their mouths and locked in the debris room.

More than ten minutes later, Shevchenko's figure slowly appeared here, a car happened to park here. When she saw the arranged vehicle, Shevchenko's face was happy and quickened. Just as he was about to successfully defect, a gunshot suddenly came out under the night sky, and dozens of anti-counter-counter-combators affiliated with the KGB rushed out of the restaurant.

The leading operation team leader shouted with a ferocious expression, "Shevchenko, are you going to run in?"

The dozens of KGB agents that suddenly appeared not only shocked Shevchenko, who was about to get on the bus, but also shocked the driver who came to pick him up. The two were stunned at the same time, but the reaction was completely different. The driver who came to pick Shevchenko quickly started the car and wanted to escape, but stopped immediately.

Among this group of people, an agent was holding a strange gun, an ags-17 fire grenade launcher, which started development eight years ago and has just entered the ranks of equipment for the active Soviet troops this year. If it is used by one person, it is definitely a huge burden, but you must not underestimate his power.

From the moment he saw this thing, the driver quickly pulled out the car key, held his hands high and walked out of the car, and obediently lay on the front of the car. His car was just an ordinary car. If he got a grenade launcher, he would definitely meet God while sitting inside.

"Thank you for your cooperation. From here I saw the long-term training of your national police." The leader of the action team said with a smile on his lips, "Don't worry, we won't kill you with a machine gun. We have no responsibility to clean up garbage for our American colleagues. As for the other person?" As for the other person, Brick looked at Shevchenko, who was stunned and had never taken it out of his pocket, and asked, "Are you going to fight us here? Once this happens, Chairman Serof may be very angry. Maybe your family will go to Siberia to dig potatoes."

"I can't go back, you will kill me." Shevchenko shook his head firmly, expressing his distrust of the KGB, and even looked behind him through the time of speaking, but after this glance, he was deeply desperate. The route he came, a group of people were coming with guns, and they were employees of Democratic Germany. It seemed that they were also from Stasi, and they were like Soviet employees at the same time.

"It seems you want me to kill you here and take your whole family's bodies back to Moscow?" While the leader of the action team spoke, he raised his hand high, and was about to order that once everyone fired, Shevchenko would instantly become a hornet's nest.

At this moment, several cars were from far to near, and there was a unique alarm sound on them, which belonged to the FBI. Seeing this situation, the driver who was lying on the front of the car to pick up Shevchenko and Shevchenko himself were both happy.

However, the hundreds of agents belonging to the Warsaw Pact countries did not change their faces. The leader of the operation team held up his right hand and put it down in the air. He said to the agents in other directions, "Democratic Germany, comrades from Bulgaria, this has nothing to do with you. It is our KGB's own business. You can retreat first."

His words were not responded to, and the intelligence agencies communicated very directly. When they heard the KGB request, the agents of these Warsaw Pact countries instantly put away their guns and returned without looking back. Only more than 20 KGB agents surrounded the two of them here, waiting for the arrival of their American counterparts.

"Comrade Shevchenko, don't be afraid, we will die here together." The leader of the action team greeted calmly.

"Galia, are you really going to die here for a department like the KGB? Do you know what the result will be if the fire is exchanged? This is the United States, not Rubiy Yangka." Shevchenko knew the leader of the action team, and the other party was also an employee of the United Nations. Both sides had met.

"The results are the same. Don't distinguish where this is. When we die here, Americans will definitely not be able to escape. Maybe Chairman Selov will avenge us, but it should start in the name of your assassination." Gallia simply pulled the bolt on the gun while speaking, and his tone was full of sincerity, but this sincerity made Shevchenko shudder, hoping that the Americans could take him away. Now all hope is on the Americans.

The conversation between the two was just a short moment. Several cars stopped, and a group of agents in suits got out of the car, carefully staring at the dozens of people in front of them, and most of their attention was on the grenade launcher. This was a big killer.

Even if I was stupid, I knew that someone in the nearby residential building must have been awakened by gunfire. However, maybe they would think it was a gang fight, so they just had to ask the police station to issue a notice the next day. The two gangs who were in a cautious state were carefully estimating the strength of each other.

At this moment, the phone rang in the car, and the FBI agents who came here received an order from their superiors. The FBI and the CIA are different from the KGB, and they are two completely rank-level departments. The KGB is the leading department of Soviet intelligence and does not have intelligence departments of the same level as the KGB.

There was no filth between the FBI and the CIA. The FBI was not aware of this matter at all. When the CIA agent who was in charge of monitoring the joints saw Shevchenko surrounded and notified the FBI. This was completely to let the FBI wipe the butt for the CIA.

"The driver is an American citizen. We do not interfere with the Soviets' own affairs, but we cannot take the life of Americans as the price." After answering the phone, the leading agent said to Galia, "We should see nothing when we release the Americans."

Galia glanced at Shevchenko, who was ashamed next to her. The meaning of her eyes was very contemptuous. This is your hope? Then she simply replied, "We hope that our American colleagues can escort us back to the United Nations. You must know that this is your place, and I cannot fully trust you."

"What if we don't want to?" FBI agent asked back with dissatisfaction, his attitude was like a hijacking.

"Then we are willing to die here!" Gallia said without any concession. "Each of us has the status of a United Nations employee. Death here is more valuable than living. For the United States, this is a huge scandal."

"The Deputy Secretary-General of the United Nations is a traitor, and it is a huge scandal for the Soviet Union, right?" The confrontation between the two sides did not end.

"We are all dead here, who knows he is a traitor? Who would believe that the Deputy Secretary-General of the United Nations is a traitor? Only you Americans will believe it!" Gallia's attitude has not changed. After a brief deadlock, the FBI once again asked his superiors to agree to send them back to the United Nations headquarters.

Starting from the FBI's words as long as the Americans said, Shevchenko was as angry as a puppet. He knew that he had been given up and he did not have the courage to commit suicide, otherwise he would not have chosen to run away. Now everything is over...

The next morning, the Shevchenko family boarded the plane under the escort of the KGB. At the same time, the CIA Director Colby, who was working in the morning, received a call from the FBI Director Kelly, "Colby, you are just a pig, you will only cause trouble for us. The entire CIA is a bucket of food." (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!