On the country road in the early morning, Renault Pickka heads west.

In the densely populated central France, Long Yun found that there were not many people along the way, and then he gradually realized that many residents here might have temporarily left their hometown to avoid the war.

Sitting on the pickup truck, putting his pistol in his pocket and pointing at the bald man beside him, Long Yun was planning his next plan. Long Yun had realized that someone must have continued to search for him, the skydiving pilot. Now the first priority is to leave the farther away from the fall site, the better.

As for whether you can pass the checkpoint on the road? Then you have to try your luck.

Moreover, according to Long Yun's guess, those who searched him would definitely focus on the east side of the landing point to prevent him from crossing the line of fire and returning to the Warsaw Pact controlled area. Therefore, choosing to go west at this time should be a more surprising or safer choice.

But in this place where you are not familiar with the place, even if you escape the roundup, what will happen next?

At this time, Long Yun had no complete action plan in his head. But he had made up his mind that as long as he escaped from danger first, he would use his conscious spy technique to find the omnipresent KGB lurkers as soon as possible. After thinking about it, this should be his only hope for escape, otherwise it would be his own and the Makarov in his hands that would have no hope at all.

As expected, not long after the car drove, a roadblock that seemed to be a checkpoint appeared on the road far away, and several cars were stopped on the road to check.

Seeing the flashing lights in the distance and the figure of French Jingzha in uniform and small round hat gradually approaching, Long Yun felt his heart pounding; he had never sat in the car like this, threatening another person with a pistol to drive and escape.

The palms of his palms began to sweat, and Long Yun felt that he was very nervous now.

Uncontrollable tension!

Although he knew that he was not a person who had not experienced military training, this experience was still a bit abrupt. What should I do if I was suspected by the judging? What should I do if there was a gun battle? - Should I continue moving forward?

He doesn't know.

However, without any instructions, the bald men continued to drive slowly. At this time, they were closer to the checkpoint and it was impossible to turn around - that would only arouse more suspicion.

Seeing Jing Cha's eyes had already swept across the Renault pickup, Long Yun became calm, although his hand holding the gun was still shaking slightly. "Hey, tell them, I'm a college student who came here to sketch, do you understand?"

"--oh oh."

Renault Pickup slowly stopped in front of the checkpoint. Long Yun raised his head and saw the French Jingcha next to him walking forward. The reflective vest on his body looked very eye-catching. Fortunately, he was still calm enough at this time and did not forget to use consciousness snooping techniques.

"Bo njour~, unper fan sdeconduire." (Good morning, take out your driver's license.)

Seeing the bald man beside him fumbled out his driver's license and handed it over, Long Yun became more relaxed when he turned his mind. The conscious spy had already responded to it. He realized that the sensation in front of him was clearly a thought of doing business, and there was no realization that he was waiting for the enemy and was ready to fight.

Are these romantic French always doing things like this?

Long Yun's tense spirit was a little relaxed, but his consciousness never stopped spying on him. Because he couldn't understand French, he could roughly understand the conversation between the two people in front of him.

"Well, where are you going? Who is this?"

"We... are going to Lille, I'll see my cousin. He is a student who comes to sketch and a passenger who takes the bus."

I don’t know if I feel that at the critical moment of life and death, the bald man’s ability to make up words was also stimulated, and his face was not abnormal. He looked at the driver’s license absent-mindedly, and Jingcha seemed to care a little about Long Yun. He leaned over and looked at the passenger seat, and Long Yun reluctantly gave him a natural smile as much as possible.

“Bo njour.”

Good, I will say this, don't talk to me anymore! Long Yun prayed like this, but it was obvious that his wish was vain. "lesjeunes, quelssontlesfran?aisdularadiovoixde?" (Young man, who is the anchor of Voice of France Radio now?)

Unexpectedly, the Jingzhan in front of him would do this, Long Yun was a little at a loss. Do these French people like to use questions to deceive people after watching too many movies and TV series? Originally, such a question would really stump him, but fortunately, they were consciously snooping. The answer to the question was actually in Jingzhan's thinking activity just now, and Long Yun grabbed the answer.

"Jacques Durand, huh?"

“jecroisfran?ais!” (Hehe, that’s right!)

As if satisfied, he stood up straight, Jing Cha waved at them, and the bald man started the car quickly and slowly left.

When the checkpoint gradually faded away, Long Yun reached out and wiped his forehead, and was covered in sweat.

After just experiencing the investigation, he really didn't expect that these French people even perform their official duties so ordinary. They are not as strict as when catching fugitives in China. They don't even read a citizen ID card? They are far inferior to mainland public security.

Oh, by the way, the French probably don't have the habit of carrying their ID cards with them, otherwise he would immediately reveal himself.

Walking along the two-lane highway in the French countryside, the pleasant cool breeze blew into the car. Long Yun had a little forgot his situation, but looked at the beautiful scenery of the fields outside the car in a daze. In the morning sunshine, the haze of last night was all swept away, and the rain washed away the clean large sunflowers, which seemed so bright in the boundless green sea. Vehicles passed by the road from time to time, probably because they were close to the city, but the speed was not fast, and it seemed that the people here were living so slowly.

At the moment of the war, compared with the Federal German lands, this place is like a paradise of peace.

"umm...excu color me," the bald man driving spoke carefully. Long Yun turned around and saw him pointing at the oil meter, "whereshallid day veto?plea color, uchpetrol." (Where to drive?sorry, there is not much gasoline anymore.)

"Oh.--You can go to the town. Don't make a statement after I get off the bus. If you leave silently, you won't be in trouble. Do you understand?"

The bald man nodded a little cringefully and continued to concentrate on driving.

Just when the conversation was just now, Long Yun did not notice that someone in the car driving across from him looked at them. Of course, he was even more unlikely to know that in the black car passing by, two people were eager to search for him.

They are agents of the Operations Department of the French Local Order Bureau.

ps: There are not many updates recently, so don’t blame everyone: I’m too busy with work in the unit, and I will recover my speed later~
Chapter completed!