...Under the guidance of the tailor, Lin En and his group successfully found Matsov's residence in the almost identical military district building. Although the weather was cold and snow was everywhere, these typical Soviet-style buildings and neat paths still evoked the memories buried deep in Lin En's mind in his homeland in the East, which happened to be the dormitory of the military family, schools or scientific research institutions built in that era, and more or less had this flavor.

Tens of millions of people were sacrificed in the Great Patriotic War of the Soviet Union and a large number of meritorious generals were created. In a military and political city like Leningrad, a mere major general was nothing. The house where Matsov lived looked quite ordinary in appearance, and according to the "tailor", the family lived in 202, which means that they only occupied one-sixth of the three-story house.

Without internal department posts, patrol sentries and the gate at the bottom of the building should be all warning measures.

Without Lynn speaking, Fentriger took the initiative to step forward and took out a string of keys from his pocket. In the extremely bad light, Lynn only heard the wrapping rate of metal objects. In less than two minutes, the door opened.

When I entered the door, Lin En estimated that it was about 3 a.m. The light before dawn was the darkest, and the people before dawn were the most distressed.

He tiptoed upstairs and Fentrigger used the same trick again. Judging from the old round lock on the door, the technical lock is not too difficult to unlock. The key is that there may be the simplest and most difficult latch insurance inside.

Maybe it was because the lock unlock just now warmed up, or maybe the door lock was actually easier. This time, Fentrig got the lock in almost a minute. He pushed open the door with a very light movement. The crack of the door was wide and then slightly lit up. Fortunately, it was not a latch but a chain insurance used by Europeans. Fentrig took out a small dagger and tried to open the insurance behind the door when the environment was still close to reaching out and leaving his hand without seeing his five fingers. "The tailor..., guarded outside, and Lynn and Pate stood idle in the corridor. Under the combined effect of cold and movement, they could even hear their teeth and bodies slightly ringing.

A successful spy, even if it is not as magical as 007, should be mastered such as driving and lock-up skills. Without much suspense, Fentrig once again succeeded for nearly one and a half minutes. Under his intentional control, the door of the room was quietly and completely opened, and there was heating in the room. The oncoming gentle air current made the three people who were driving the cold all the way. In addition to the warmth, there were obviously other breaths in the air, such as roast pork, toast, white wine and special smells related to babies.

Because there is no natural light, the snow outside the window cannot provide light. Pette was guarding the door, and Lynn and Fentrig Mohe walked inside because they were worried that they would cause a sound to kick something, so they both deliberately slowed down. The world was so quiet that except for the sound of leather shoes and the floor, Lynn could clearly hear heavy breathing, but it was still far from the sound of the pole sounding like thunder. He began to worry that Mattsov was not at home, and the limited ability of the "tailor" was not enough to obtain real-time information in this regard...

As the general's house, the living room was large enough and the things were cleaned up neatly. Following the sound of breathing, Lynn patted Fentriger's shoulder and asked him to stop, signaled him to go to the left with gestures, and went to the room on the right. After a while, Lynn was not sure whether he had fully understood his intentions. He nodded vaguely, so he continued to walk forward a few steps and then touched the wall and went to the door of the room. He soon reached a thin rope. He grabbed it with his left hand and his right hand out of the military uniform pocket. He felt that Fentriger had already been in place. He narrowed his eyes and pulled down the light rope suddenly.

The darkness surrounding the surroundings was instantly dispelled, and the narrowed eyes re-adapted to the light in a short time. However, the living room lights slightly different from his expectations. However, the two doors in front of him and Fentrig were closed. At this moment, they had no way out, and they didn't even have time to exchange their eyes. They just glanced at each other's movements from the corner of their eyes to perform synchronous coordination. After opening the door, Lin Neng no longer needed to look for the light switch. The waiting in the living room was enough for him to recognize the situation in the bedroom: the two of them lie side by side on the chuáng bed with their heads facing inward and their feet facing the window. The quilt was not thick, and it was obvious that the body of the door was larger and wider.

Faced with a semi-disabled and a female streamer, what Lin En was most worried about was not that they rose up to resist but screamed in surprise. After all, this place was military family and there were patrol sentries outside. Once they were alarmed, the situation behind would become very troublesome.

Under the influence of alcohol, most men always slept heavily and died, and women were different. This kind of weak and timid animal was shocked by the sudden opening of the door, but the sleepiness was not completely dispelled. She sat up and screamed in a hoarse voice, which was not enough to "disturb the people" and just woke the man who was sleeping beside him. In the case of backlight, Lynn only saw the man's face, and his extra calm mentality made him even scan the clothes placed on the chair next to him. Apart from the jacket and straps, the weapon was hung at the entrance of the living room, and the pullover uniform and long Ku were worn indoors. At the same time, he heard the slightly old female voice and the cry of the baby coming from next door, and Linn could almost confirm that Mattsov was undoubtedly on this.

He had made up his mind not to hit women in this life, but now in order to prevent women from making louder and more harsh shouts, Lin En decided to throw all the principles and concepts that bound him out of the sky. He rushed to the side with a pistol and said coldly and fiercely in awkward Russian: "I'll kill you again!"

This "full" obviously includes the old people and children next door.

Whether it was understood or understood, the woman was immediately frightened by Lynn's appearance. The man struggled to resist. Lynn did not hesitate and directly grabbed the gun and smashed it into his face. This fierce blow might remind the other party of the nightmare he encountered when he was captured for the first time in the Battle of Berlin. He only heard him groaning, and he turned back to the chuáng and did not move, leaving the woman next to him holding him and calling his name "Svalais".

The feeling of the hand and the call of the woman just made Lynn 100% sure that this vulnerable guy was Mattsov. At this point, the uneasy, fear and anxiety that happened when he met more than ten hours ago disappeared. He took action three times and almost instantly killed three times. Lynn gained unprecedented confidence and superiority from this unfortunate Soviet officer. The sound of Fentrig harshly intimidating in Russian came from the next door. Although the fu people and the child were still crying, the child's voice obviously overwhelmed the former, making this movement sound more like a child waking up and crying in the middle of the night rather than a family robbery.

“If you are quiet, you can live.”

Lin En said coldly and arrogantly to the woman on the chuáng. Hua turned around and glanced at the window. There should be a thick curtain. So he turned around and found the electric light pull rope next to the door, pulled it with his empty left hand, and faced the chuáng again. The middle-aged man who fainted had a familiar face. The woman curled her hair and shoulders, looked pretty handsome, wearing a light purple suspender pajama, and two white plump lusters appeared on the V collar.

"Pet, close the door, close the living room lights." Lynn said in German. When she heard this, the woman on Chuáng looked up at Lynn in fear, as if she had seen the devil escaping from hell, but the black and shiny Ruger pistol in Lynn's hand, the fainting of her man and the safety of the children next door made her have no choice but to hold Mattsov and cry.

Pate closed the door and the lights in the living room. When he came over, the crying of the children next door had weakened a lot. Lin Yi heard the fu sobbing while comforting the children. This was exactly what he wanted to see, so he said to Pate: "Pate, tie them up separately, stuff their mouths, and tell this woman that we only want some information. As long as they cooperate, we will not hurt anyone here." Pate immediately did it. The skeptical, fearful and helpless look when the woman was tied up made Lynn unconsciously think of Dinah. If one day she suffered misfortune, I hope she would have learned the news from others rather than seeing it with her own eyes.

After Pet tied the woman and Mattsov together, Lynn raised his hand and looked at the watch. The time was a little earlier than he expected. It was only 2:55, and there were three or four small ones before dawn.

At that time, he had enough to pry out some key information from Mattsov's mouth. So he ordered: "Go and watch next door, let Mans come over.

In terms of Russian language proficiency, Pett and Fentrig should be almost the same, but if you want to be smart and capable, the latter's advantages are very obvious.

When Fentrig came over, Linn moved to Mattsov, who was sitting at Chuáng's head, stretched out his cold hand and patted him gently. After two strokes, the guy became aware and shook his head with a frown. The attack just now was indeed very heavy. There was bleeding from his right forehead, and a piece around him was already bruised and swollen.

Under the bright light, Mattsov blinked in pain. When he saw the face in front of him, he widened his eyes and struggled to speak, but his hands and feet were tied and something was stuffed in his mouth, and he could only whine helplessly.

Lynn smiled at him, then pulled the chair next to him and sat down calmly, saying in Russian: "Long time no see, old friend!"

Mattsov seemed to see a bull in red cloth, his eyes widened, he couldn't speak, and he was panting heavily, and he looked like a few crazy beasts.

"Want to fight with me? Your family's lives are now in my hands!" Lynn could not express this sentence in Russian that he had just learned for a long time, so he spoke German first, and then signaled Fentrig to flirt with him.
Chapter completed!