Lost and Spy

Chapter 3500 Killed with one shot

Chapter 3500 Killed with one shot

Port of Durapura.

Randall was very satisfied with the newly established alliance.

This means that the situation is now back under our control.

Turning hands is a cloud, covering hands is rain.

No one can stop me anymore.

That "Lieutenant Peter"?

It's nothing more than a chess piece in your hand.

Apart from being strong and having a decent amount of brains, there is nothing else to be feared about this man.

As for my failure last time?

Well, Randall doesn't deny that "Lieutenant Peter" is a capable man.

Besides, I was really too careless.

Having learned the lesson of failure once, Randall knew very well that he would not fall on the same stone twice.

This is also a kind of confidence.

"gentlemen."

Gleb, who was standing in front of him, said calmly, "Lieutenant Peter has already started to take action. In addition, the atmosphere in Port Durapura has become tense in the past two days. Many agents of the 'Paper Towel Plan' have appeared. I am a little worried."

"There's nothing to worry about." Randall smiled. "If you prepare for anything in advance, you will find that you can do it with ease."

"Yes, sir." Gleb had full trust in Randall.

"Do one more thing for me." Randall thought for a while and whispered an order for a while.

There was a look of doubt on Gleb's face.

After a while he asked cautiously: "Sir, I would like to ask why you do this?"

why?

Randall smiled. "The fire has already started in Durapura Harbor. We are not going to put it out. What we need to do is to make the fire burn more fiercely so that the arsonists and those who are going to put out the fire will not be able to escape from the fire at all!"

Gleb suddenly realized.

He said with great admiration: "Sir, you are the wisest person I know."

Randall smiled faintly: "Go ahead, but be careful."

……

Sergeant Tokel was ordered to go to Port Dulaplan to reinforce "Lieutenant Peter".

This time, there were ten people in total, including him.

All of them were American soldiers in civilian clothes.

At Colonel Charles' request, they were all under the command of "Lieutenant Peter".

This was their second day at Durapura Port.

Today, the mission he was ordered to carry out was to monitor a small restaurant in Durapura Port.

There's a guy called Puston who's going to have dinner here today.

Tokel had to keep a close eye on Puston and keep a close eye on his every move and all his itineraries.

As a soldier, Tokel had a natural talent for following orders.

He has been staring at the restaurant across the street.

He saw Puston go in with his own eyes.

He carefully wrote it down in his notebook.

Then, outside the restaurant, he waited for almost an hour.

He hasn't eaten anything yet.

But he didn't feel hungry at all.

In his opinion, nothing is more important than completing the mission.

Finally, he saw the familiar figure walking out of the hotel.

Tokel immediately followed quietly.

……

Gleb has been watching all this in secret.

"Lieutenant Peter" told his ally Randall without reservation about the arrival of the American troops led by Sergeant Tokel at Port Durapura and their residence.

Stupid guy.

Gleb couldn't help but think to himself.

In this way, he could easily track Tokel's whereabouts.

Gleb had always been a very patient man.

If necessary, he could stay in the same place for three days and three nights.

Moved

Tokel began to move.

Gleb immediately followed closely.

Gleb was so familiar with Port Durapura that he knew every alley here.

After following for a while, he quickened his pace.

In a moment, he took a shortcut and caught up with them.

He stopped, looked around, and then pulled out a pistol.

He checked carefully to make sure there was no problem with the gun.

He took a deep breath.

……

Tokel had no idea where Puston was going.

He doesn't care either.

He just needs to complete his task without fail.

Then, go back and report to "Lieutenant Peter".

Puston was in no hurry to leave.

Sometimes I would stop and say hello to people I knew.

Tokel always kept a certain distance from him.

Gradually, the number of people in front became fewer and fewer.

"boom"!

Just at this moment, a gunshot rang out.

Tokel was startled and reflexively found a safe hiding place as soon as possible.

He saw with his own eyes that Puston fell to the ground and struggled in pain in a pool of blood.

……

Gleb was very satisfied with his shooting skills.

One shot to kill!

He put away his gun and left quickly.

……

Tokel made sure the gunman was no longer nearby.

He quickly walked up to Puston and found that the guy was still alive.

His cloudy eyes stared at Tokel, as if begging him to save his life.

Tokel knew that even if the best doctor in the world came, he couldn't save this guy's life.

He looked around.

From the time the gunshots rang out until now, no one has come.

He also didn't dare to stay for long and quickly left this place of trouble.

……

"Is it done?"

"Yes, sir, it's done." Gleb said calmly: "One shot was fatal. I can be sure that he has no chance of survival."

"You did a good job." Randall looked satisfied: "Do you know who the person you killed was?"

"People from the 'Paper Towel Project'?" Gleb asked tentatively.

"Yes."

Gleb nodded slightly. "That man is called Puston. He is an agent of the 'Paper Towel Project' and is also one of Lieutenant Peter's targets."

Gleb said nothing.

But he discovered one thing, that Mr. Randall had another intelligence channel besides himself.

Moreover, he must have other ways of obtaining intelligence.

One of his legs was broken, and he stayed in the hotel all day, and I was the one who reported all the intelligence outside to him.

But even I didn't know who Puston was before, but Randall told me.

But he didn't want to ask.

Smart people know when to speak and when to keep silent.

Not everything needs to be clarified.

"We have already started the fire." Randall said with a smile, "Now, neither Lieutenant Peter nor the people from the 'Paper Towel Project' know what happened. If I'm not mistaken, they are in a rage. Mr. Gleb, if it's not too much trouble, could you get me a glass of wine?"

(End of this chapter)