dognovel Chapter 1509 Open the door, it's my brother!
Chapter 1509 Open the door, it's my brother!
Chapter 1509 Open the door, it's my brother!
"Who's coming?"
"Never mind that, you guys keep talking."
Li Xuewu tapped the table, offered a reassuring remark to Peter Gwett, and stood up to go out to greet him.
"Who?" Peter looked curiously toward the tavern entrance, where three men in trench coats confronted Mr. Li.
"Your lithography technology has already been commercialized?"
Shangguan Qi glanced back and knew the situation was urgent, and that Li Xuewu was creating time and opportunities for her, so she quickly asked him.
“Of course—” Peter glanced at the doorway again, but was then drawn back to the goddess, focusing his attention on Shangguan Qi.
"However, as I just mentioned, we can only achieve a precision of 3 micrometers at present. This is fine for chips used in electronic devices such as radios and televisions, but the effect on military applications is not ideal."
He shrugged and said, "You probably don't know, but the living conditions at our optoelectronics research institute are very harsh."
"What? How is that possible—"
Shangguan Qi looked at him with suspicion and asked, "Such an important technology, haven't the authorities paid any attention to you?"
"I've noticed it, but it makes no difference."
Peter shrugged helplessly and said, "The higher-ups don't seem to value chip research very much, or rather, they're quite contradictory about it."
He leaned forward and whispered to Shangguan Qi, "Personally, I think the higher-ups may have already realized the importance of chips, but they are influenced by the Soviet Union..."
"You know, it's just really weird—"
Peter sighed and said, "They actually think that the chip will melt under nuclear attack conditions."
"Tell me, how do their brains work?"
"This only shows that they are militaristic and never consider people's livelihood or the normal development of society."
Shangguan Qi pursed her lips and said, "I have always believed that an endless arms race will only drag down social order."
Who knows?
Peter shook his head helplessly, looked at the girl opposite him, and said, "They also said they would give me a car."
"Can you believe that every adult male in East Germany receives this coming-of-age ceremony?"
"And then? Did you get it?"
Shangguan Qi asked with amusement, "You just said you came by subway."
"Yes, they said they would give it to me."
Peter raised an eyebrow, amused, and said, "But my car order is already booked for ten years from now."
“We don’t get that benefit,” Shangguan Qi said calmly, looking at him. “However, thanks to my hard work, I bought a car this year with my salary and bonuses.”
"Wow—really?" Peter looked at her in disbelief and asked, "Didn't you say your country's economy was very underdeveloped? Your welfare benefits are so good?"
"That's right, my motherland is still working hard to develop, but it attaches great importance to the results and achievements of its work."
Shangguan Qi explained, "I received two bonuses this year because of my research achievements in aircraft."
She smiled and nodded, saying, "You should be able to imagine how much I can afford on my own. The house was provided by the company, which is why I have this car now."
"You're still single? Then what about him—"
Peter had been waiting for this sentence for a long time. He even wanted to find an opportunity to verify it, but he was afraid that Lily would be unhappy.
He desperately wanted to know the answer, but he was also afraid that the outcome wouldn't be what he expected, and he wouldn't be able to handle the blow.
If they could never meet again in this lifetime, that would be one thing, but with his goddess right in front of him, how could he bear to miss her like this?
But when he compared the reality, he felt somewhat inferior.
I thought my current job would earn me the envy and admiration of goddesses, but I never expected...
“He is my supervisor. I work at a research institute belonging to a large conglomerate, and he is the group leader.”
"So young! A group leader?"
Peter was surprised once again. The Mr. Li who had just been sitting in front of him was still able to judge the man's approximate age, even though the lighting in the tavern was dim.
Even if we overestimate that, it's impossible for someone to become the leader of a large conglomerate at thirty, unless...
“My company is very open-minded.” Shangguan Qi knew what he was thinking and explained naturally, “We don’t just consider seniority and background; we evaluate talent based on skills and abilities.”
For example, me—
She smiled and introduced herself: "I am currently the deputy director of the Aircraft Research Institute, in charge of an aircraft project with a total research funding of over 1000 million yuan."
"Deputy Director..." Before Peter could finish his surprising words, he was completely stunned when he heard about the 1000 million research grant.
“In our country’s currency, 1000 million is equivalent to…” Shangguan Qi paused, then continued, “It is equivalent to 1490 million German marks, roughly like that.”
Peter: Okay, okay, I'm numb now, you don't need to explain anymore—
What difference does ten million and fifteen million make to him? It's like adding more trouble on top of each other.
I really envy you—
"There is nothing to envy."
Hearing the fish bite the hook, Shangguan Qi picked up her coffee cup, lowered her head, took a sip, and said calmly, "It's because my country lacks highly skilled personnel that I have this opportunity."
She looked up at Peter and said earnestly, "If I had your talent, I can't even imagine what kind of treatment I would receive in my homeland."
As she said this, seeing Peter's unwavering gaze, she asked again, "You must have very good benefits here, right?"
That's heartbreaking, goddess! You're practically stabbing me in the gut!
“No way—” Peter lowered his head with a bitter look in his eyes, looking at the wine glass in his hand. Why does it taste like green tea?
“I’m just a researcher who’s been treated coldly here.”
“Even if the research environment isn’t great, your benefits shouldn’t be lacking!” Shangguan Qi, having followed Li Xuewu’s bad example, added, “That’s not what they said when they asked you to come back to China.”
"Hmm—" Peter listened to the goddess's caring words and tears welled up in his eyes. He downed the glass of wine in one gulp, but tasted a bitter bitterness, which was from the tears he had just shed.
The man did not shed tears, but he did not go to the sad place.
Back then... why even mention "back then"? He was invited back like an ancestor, but what happened?
Those who invited him back and his current superiors are not the same people at all. Who can trust a researcher who returned from the United States?
He did all the dirtiest and most tiring work, which was bad enough, but the indifference of his colleagues was the dull knife that killed him.
"This shouldn't be happening—"
Shangguan Qi reached out and patted his arm with concern, saying, "I had no idea you were having such a hard time."
"Hmm—" Peter could only keep saying "hmm," but he couldn't stop the tears from flowing, and he was just short of bursting into tears.
Shangguan Qi glanced back at the doorway; a standoff had already broken out there, and she was really anxious.
But her old classmate was only focused on crying, and she couldn't be too anxious. What could she do?
***
At the entrance of the tavern.
"Mr. Li from China." The man, who clearly spoke with a strong Northeastern accent and was the squad leader, was the first to speak.
He took off his black top hat and tossed it casually on the bar, tilted his head, and introduced himself: "Petrov."
"Do we know each other?" Li Xuewu narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the man in front of him with an ambiguous smile. "Where are you from?"
We've known each other for a long time, both spiritually and intellectually.
The man took off his trench coat, handed it to his subordinate behind him, and gestured to the stool by the bar, inviting Li Xuewu to sit down.
"Two glasses of brandy, please."
He gave the cautious bartender a few instructions and slapped a banknote on the bar.
Li Xuewu couldn't see the denomination of the banknote clearly, but it was definitely not a small amount; otherwise, the wine glass wouldn't have shown any surprise.
"Welcome, sir."
The bartender was also a man who would risk his life for money. Seeing the two sides facing off, each with their own men, he still dared to make a move.
He reached out and took the banknotes from the bar, then turned around and placed a glass of brandy for each of them.
"Please enjoy your meal, sir."
Petrov ignored him, picked up his glass and drank it all in one gulp, then hissed.
Li Xuewu didn't touch the glass of wine. He watched as the bartender put down the rag and then touched the rim of the glass again.
"Aren't you going to have a drink with me?"
Petrov glanced back at Li Xuewu and said calmly, "Don't worry, I'll give your friend plenty of time to find out more secrets."
He pushed his glass towards the bartender, who immediately refilled it and then respectfully pushed it back.
Petrov downed his drink once more, and as he set down his glass, he said, "Only when you know more secrets will you be reluctant to give up your life, won't you?"
He ignored Li Xuewu and muttered to himself, "This way I won't have to put in the effort."
"Heh—" Li Xuewu smiled faintly and beckoned to the bartender with his finger, "This gentleman, it's your turn. Please bring me a bottle of brandy. This little bit is enough for anyone to drink."
The translator brought by Petrov faithfully translated Li Xuewu's words verbatim.
The bartender stared at him like he was an idiot, completely bewildered.
Petrov looked back at him with some surprise. How dare a dying man boast like this?
"Give him—"
"Okay—okay, sir."
After Petrov spoke, the bartender placed the half-full bottle of brandy in front of Li Xuewu.
Actually, he also wanted to see how this foreigner would take back his bragging rights.
Do you want to see me chug a bottle?
Li Xuewu glanced at the bartender with displeasure, tapped the bar counter with his finger, and said, "Change to a large glass. Only women use drinking glasses."
Do foreigners use such offensive swear words?
Inside the not-so-large tavern, everyone was already captivated by the tense standoff between the two sides.
Just as everyone was holding their breath, waiting to see what would happen, a pile of excrement flew over and hit them in the face.
Looking down at the wine glass in her hand, she thought, "How did I become a woman? This is so humiliating."
If the translator didn't deliberately misspoke, then the black-haired foreigner was probably provoking the entire audience.
Give him a beer mug—
Someone roared from the darkness, seemingly carrying the anger of all the men in the room.
"That's right! Give him a beer mug!"
The crowd inside the tavern shouted in unison, filled with righteous indignation.
boom--
The bartender slammed a beer glass down in front of Li Xuewu, his eyes full of resentment.
Li Xuewu ignored him and instead glanced at Petrov, his gaze seemingly fixed on a small Karami.
Petrov looked at him with amusement, tapped his fingers, and turned to the bartender, saying, "Give me a beer mug too."
"Sir, he—"
"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up."
Petrov couldn't stand the bartender's nagging; he was eager to see what new tricks this dying man would pull.
If even Natasha couldn't handle this man, does he like men?
tons-ton-ton——
Li Xuewu held the large bottle of brandy and poured it into two beer glasses as if it were beer.
That's terrifying! The tall beer barrel is overflowing. How many liters is that?
Unsure, Li Xuewu ignored Petrov, picked up his beer glass and downed it in one gulp, followed by a gasp behind him.
The previous commotion vanished in an instant, replaced by stunned silence, mouths agape as wide as if an egg could fit inside.
Petrov was dumbfounded. He had seen people drink a lot, but he had never seen brandy drunk like this.
He turned to look at the bartender, his suspicious gaze piercing: You wouldn't happen to be in cahoots with him, would you? Are you playing me?
The bartender instantly understood his gaze and waved his hands repeatedly to prove his innocence.
Nonsense, who the hell drank those two glasses of wine just now? Can't you tell the difference between real and fake wine?
The foreigners are drinking the same thing you just drank.
Petrov realized what was happening and looked down at the fragrant brandy in his beer glass, but he didn't dare to take a sip.
If he drinks this glass of wine in smaller glasses and sips it slowly, he can definitely finish it. But if he gulps it down...
"Another bottle."
Petrov turned his head suddenly and saw that Li Xuewu had already drunk his second cup and was pouring his third.
Holy crap—are you kidding me?!
Honestly, he was a little startled. In his daze, he finished both glasses of wine.
He looked at the translator in disbelief, while the translator stared wide-eyed, his expression even more exaggerated than his.
The faithful translator didn't miss a single word, so the bartender clearly understood the man's request.
Another bottle, please?
You're drinking beer, you idiot!
In the past, a single bottle of wine could sell for an entire night in a tavern that already had few customers, but now...
The bartender stared intently at him, waiting for him to collapse, but Li Xuewu put down his beer glass without changing his expression. Instead, he paused on the empty brandy bottle, signaling him to hurry up.
"Okay...okay, sir..."
The bartender licked his lips, quickly turned around to get the drink from the counter, his body trembling with excitement.
When Li Xuewu turned to look at Petrov, the little Karami was staring blankly at him.
"What's wrong?" Li Xuewu reached out and tapped his beer glass, raising an eyebrow as he asked, "Keeping it to raise fish?"
"..." Petrov had to admit that his ability to humiliate people was indeed in need of improvement.
Of course, it wasn't that he was too cowardly, but rather that his enemy was sharp-tongued and good at talking... and he could indeed drink quite a lot.
"If you don't have the skill, don't try to scare people with that trick next time." Li Xuewu took the wine handed to him by the bartender, refilled his glass, and said calmly, "To be honest, it's a bit beneath you."
Damn it! This is outrageous!
Petrov clenched his fists, his tone blustering but his voice betraying his fear, and emphasized, "This is my invitation—"
"Oh—is that so—"
Li Xuewu picked up his beer glass and downed it in one gulp, then turned to look at him and said casually, "Do I need to say thank you?"
"..." Petrov pushed away the beer glass in front of him, and amidst the cheers that erupted in the pub, he pointed at Li Xuewu and reminded him, "No matter how much you drink, it won't protect you. Remember that."
"that--"
Just as Petrov put on his trench coat and top hat, finished his harsh words, and was about to leave with a flourish, the bartender waved him off, reminding him, "Sir, you still need to pay for this bottle of wine—"
"..." Petrov gritted his teeth so hard he almost broke them. He turned around and glared at the bartender. "Do I owe you money for a bottle of wine?"
With my status being so important, would I be short of a bottle of wine from you?
The bartender raised his eyebrows and looked at him blankly: Who are you?
What's your identity? I'll tell you, and it'll scare you to death!
Petrov pulled a banknote from his pocket and slammed it on the bar. He couldn't reveal his identity, nor could he scare the bartender.
So he had to obediently pay the money and then get lost.
The bartender said that after he received the money for the second bottle of wine, he muttered something as he watched the other person leave.
The guards and translators were standing right behind Li Xuewu, so they heard everything clearly, but neither of them laughed.
"Boss, what should we do?"
The security captain frowned and warned, "The other side must have laid an ambush outside. We're in danger."
"Should we contact the Foreign Affairs Department?"
The translator was just an ordinary person who had never experienced such a large-scale operation. If it weren't for the group leaders standing in front of him, he would have run away long ago.
Judging from their aura, they are definitely not ordinary people; they might even be from the Northern Mao...
"It's no use; distant water can't quench immediate thirst."
Li Xuewu glanced at the door, then turned to the bartender and said, "Can I use your phone?"
At his prompting, the translator quickly translated the text.
"Of course, of course, sir."
The bartender's attitude was quite sincere at this moment, and not only him, but everyone in the tavern looked at Li Xuewu with admiration.
If they spoke Chinese, they would definitely say: This is a divine being!
Those who frequented taverns year-round had certainly seen plenty of heavy drinkers, but this was the first time they had ever seen someone drink so much.
The key point is that this young man drank so much alcohol but was completely unaffected, showing no signs of flushing or dizziness.
Did he really drink the alcohol?
The bartender didn't doubt this because he was standing closest to the bartender. If even the bartender didn't doubt it, what reason would anyone else have to doubt it?
Moreover, there were other customers besides them at the bar who witnessed it.
So, with a look of reverence, the bartender handed the telephone to Li Xuewu with both hands, almost saying: "Idol, just sign here."
"Thank you—" Li Xuewu picked up the phone and dialed the number recorded in the phone book, the target being Old Li.
Calling for reinforcements? Not a chance.
"Yes, I am Li Huaide."
Liu Bin answered the phone first. At that moment, President Li was just about to go out. There was a dance party that evening, and he heard that there would be German girls dancing with him. He didn't want to miss such a rare exotic experience.
But when he heard the secretary address the other person as Secretary-General, Old Li, who had already walked out the door, turned back.
Hongxing Steel Group took the lead and secured the delegation's first cooperation project in East Germany.
Moreover, it is an important technological cooperation and talent exchange project in the shipbuilding industry, and the leaders above have personally praised him.
Old Li was very modest, only saying that he hadn't done anything, and that it was all due to the unity and collective efforts of his comrades.
He didn't even need to say it; both Du Xian and Deputy Director Li knew what he had been "busy" with these past few days.
If it weren't for the fact that Lao Li was very sensible and only ever dabbled in things without ever doing anything out of line, they would have arranged for him to return to China long ago.
The translator mentioned that the waiters were chatting privately, and some dancers' stockings were so worn that they were showing signs of wear and tear, which shows how hard Lao Li was working.
Of course, people laugh at Lao Li's unseriousness, but they also envy his good fortune, having a group of capable people working hard for him.
It's true that comparisons are odious. Other unit leaders personally led their teams to inspect and negotiate, and they were no less diligent and conscientious than him.
But this old man somehow managed to win first place, leaving everyone speechless.
Old Li was too lazy to answer other people's calls, but he had to take Li Xuewu's calls seriously, even if he was learning a foreign language with a foreign girl.
"Director Li, I'd like to know what time Deputy Director Li is leaving tomorrow? Which airport are you departing from? And could you take two people with you?"
Knowing that time was precious, Li Xuewu didn't waste any time arguing with Lao Li and directly stated his demands.
Hearing his serious tone, Li Huaide felt a pang of anxiety and replied earnestly, "Frankfurt Airport, departure at nine o'clock this morning. How many people do you need to arrange? I'll make the arrangements."
He knew that Li Xuewu must have taken a huge risk to make such a request, so he asked with concern, "Should I ask my superiors to arrange for someone to come and pick you up?"
"No need, someone will escort us there."
Li Xuewu stated succinctly, "Shangguan Qi, the deputy director of the Aircraft Research Institute, will take that person there."
"Okay, I will explain to my supervisor."
Li Huaide said earnestly, "It's okay if it's a little late, the plane will wait until after you take off."
He dared to agree to Li Xuewu's request without even reporting it to him?
Of course he dared. At this time, Li Huaide was a powerful figure in the eyes of his superiors, so he naturally had that kind of face.
Furthermore, the fact that Li Xuewu personally called to request permission to travel on Deputy Director Li's plane speaks volumes about the importance of that person.
He knew that Li Xuewu had gone to great lengths to summon Shangguan Qi to Germany, and he also knew that the matter was not so simple.
"That's all, I'll hang up now."
Li Xuewu hung up the phone, turned to the security captain and the translator, and said, "I will leave alone in a little while. You two escort them to Frankfurt Airport and do not stop on the way."
Without waiting for the translator and the security captain to speak, he pointed at them and emphasized, "I don't need to elaborate on the danger of this trip. Anyone who dares to obstruct us will be treated as an emergency, and I will take responsibility if anything goes wrong."
Li Xuewu grasped the security captain's shoulders with both hands and said earnestly, "We must protect their safety."
"Yes, I promise to complete the mission."
The security captain knew the seriousness of the situation, so he gave the clearest possible answer.
Anyone who has served in the military knows how valuable this answer is.
Li Xuewu believed him, so he picked up the phone and dialed 0. Don't misunderstand, this was also the emergency number in East Germany.
“Say it, say you’ve received death threats.” Li Xuewu shoved the phone into the translator’s hand and gestured for him to speak, pausing between each word: “Just say that one of your cars has already been blown up.”
"what?"
The translator was completely baffled and had no idea how to translate it.
Li Xuewu frowned and reminded him, "Translate it as I say, and hurry up!"
"Just say that the other party is a KGB agent, and they are calling out names on the street, and more than a dozen have already fallen."
The translator's legs went weak, but he dared not disobey his superior, so he picked up the phone and started babbling on and on.
Li Xuewu let him talk in a panic, and walked out of the tavern under the bartender's surprised gaze, looking at the car across the street.
Petrov stood there, leaning against the hood of the car, arms crossed, looking quite smug.
"Hehe—" Li Xuewu chuckled, and suddenly a melon appeared in his hand. Under the other party's horrified gaze, he pulled the safety pin and tossed it under the last car in the convoy parked at the door.
“Shit—”
Petrov certainly knew what that was, even though he was so experienced that he didn't encounter such things every day.
"A madman, a madman! This guy is a complete madman!"
He shouted as he scrambled to hide behind the car, not wanting to die in a foreign land.
boom--
Sure enough, the moment Petrov rolled to the ground, the car exploded with a deafening roar.
Standing at the entrance of the tavern, Li Xuewu smirked. He had another Type 56 rifle in his hand and fired a burst at any shop that dared to come out and watch the commotion, instantly turning off the shop's sign.
That was exactly the effect we wanted. The tavern behind us erupted in chaos, and the men who had just been bragging instantly collapsed to the ground.
What the hell do you mean, "not even changing his expression"?!
Shit!
After drinking so much, how could he not act crazy?
Look, even foreigners get rowdy when they've had too much to drink!
The noise they made was a bit too loud!
Li Xuewu had no intention of letting Petrov and his men off the hook. Just as they were about to retaliate, he threw four or five melons at them, completely disregarding their lives.
Boom——Boom——Boom——
The deafening explosions continued, and pedestrians on the street vanished instantly. They hadn't experienced anything like this in a long time. Some elderly people even hid behind windows in astonishment, muttering, "West Germany has attacked?"
creak-
Li Xuewu pushed open the tavern door and walked up to the two equally astonished men amidst a crowd of surprised gazes.
"Li—Leader, you promised me!"
Shangguan Qi looked at him with panic in her eyes and pleaded, "You said you wouldn't hurt him."
"Of course, I will keep my promise to you."
Li Xuewu placed the rifle in his hand on the table and calmly looked at Peter, who was already numb.
"To make a long story short, the current situation is that the KGB in the North wants to find something to hold against us, namely, that you leaked secrets."
He tapped the table and emphasized, "You have two choices now: either go with Lily, or I'll give you this gun and you can fight your way out."
"Huh? Me? A gun? Break out?"
Peter was completely panicked. He had only had a few drinks and was catching up with old friends when he got into such a mess.
Looking at the rifle on the table, he stared at Mr. Li with a mixture of panic and bewilderment: "Are you kidding me? I know how to use an electronic gun, but I've never even touched a rifle before!"
Listen to what he's saying: either wander the world with a goddess or become a king of soldiers and conquer the world. Which one should he choose?
Are these the options I'm given?
“You don’t have time to think about this. You need to make a decision quickly.” Li Xuewu narrowed his eyes slightly and reminded him, “Either you stay and we leave, or I stay and you leave.”
"Lily, let's go—"
Peter is a bit of a goofball; he could see the seriousness in Mr. Li's eyes, and he stood up to run away.
He's just been a bookworm and hasn't had much contact with society, but he's not stupid. He can't handle the hustle and bustle outside.
At this moment, he had no doubt about the truthfulness of the other party's words, because the goddess was right in front of him, and the outside world was really in an uproar.
Besides, he's just an insignificant nobody at the research institute; who would care about him?
So, without hesitation, he chose to elope with his goddess, and he even planned out how many children they would have in the future. That's how it was.
"Secretary-General, you—"
"Trust me, take him with you."
Li Xuewu reached out and pressed down on Shangguan Qi's shoulder, saying, "They will escort you to Frankfurt Airport. Your flight is at 9 a.m. tomorrow. We'll talk about everything after we get back to China."
“But—” Shangguan Qi wanted to say more, but Li Xuewu stared at her and said, “You should trust me.”
"I—I believe you—"
Shangguan Qi never imagined that this business trip would cause such a big commotion, let alone be so exciting.
She had originally planned to just chat, have coffee, meet up with old classmates, and then spend some time alone with him...
As a result, they had to flee as soon as they landed in Germany!
The streets were already bustling with noise, and all the customers in the tavern had left.
Don't ask the bartender. He's perfectly safe as long as he hides under the bar. It's the rule in the underworld that you can't kill the bartender behind the bar.
"We'll squeeze in, there are only a few cars left."
The security captain came over and led them away, his eyes filled with astonishment and admiration as he looked at Li Xuewu.
They really didn't know where the leader got the weapon from. Had it been sitting in the trunk all this time?
The group quickly exited the tavern. Li Xuewu, holding a rifle, followed behind and, using the flames of the burning car as cover, fired a burst at Petrov, who dared to peek out.
Come on! Let's have some fun! We have plenty of time anyway—
Li Xuewu buttoned up his coat, covering half his face, and pulled out a variety of weapons.
The sirens blared as they approached, and as the convoy drove out of the street, it met up with the other vehicle. After a short pause, several police cars escorted the convoy away quickly.
The rest... of course, won't come to their deaths.
The scene was cordoned off, and traffic was diverted...
Actually, they arrived a bit late; those who were supposed to run away had already done so. Only Li Xuewu was keeping a close watch on Petrov and his men.
If the other side dares to show themselves, they'll be met with a barrage of bullets, mercilessly and endlessly. If they dare to retaliate, they'll be pelted with cantaloupe. Who's afraid of who?
Petrov was also frustrated; he was ordered by his superiors to trap the enemy, not to be trapped by them.
He didn't even know how to write today's report. Was he supposed to describe how his dozen or so men fought tenaciously against the overwhelming firepower of a single enemy soldier? He felt like dying.
He entered the village quietly, without firing a shot, but things turned out like this. How is he going to explain this to his superiors?
Perhaps then there's no need to explain?
Think of Natasha; he already knew his fate.
With two thousand dairy cows and a single night's consumption, his superiors were unwilling to take the risk of exposure. Now that things have escalated to this scale, how can he still contact his superiors?
Damn it, I knew I shouldn't have tried to show off to him. Why did I even drink? He had no idea that Chinese men could act so wildly when they're drunk.
Boom——Boom——Boom——
Li Xuewu went all the way to the end, sending people to their final resting place. His human ammunition depot scattered melons on the street, without taking away a single word of thanks.
The Stasi are a bit cowardly. They know it's the KGB causing trouble, but they just don't dare to step forward.
Li Xuewu really wanted to find their car, knock on the window, and shout: "Open the door, it's my brother... no, I'm a KGB officer!"
Is it worth going to such lengths to build a lithography machine for a researcher?
The answer is yes, because Peter risked not only lithography technology, but also the fact that exposed the KGB.
With these dogs chasing after him, Li Xuewu was restless and couldn't eat or sleep. He had to teach them a lesson; who did they think they were?
As for how he got away?
Hehe, here's something funny for you guys.
Li Xuewu jogged to the vicinity of the square. After confirming that no one was paying attention to this area for the time being, a KH-4 helicopter appeared in the square. This makes perfect sense, doesn't it?
He doesn't care if anyone sees him; if they do, he'll just treat it like meeting Harry Potter or Hallelujah—pretty amazing, right?
buzzing-
"what sound!"
Petrov, who was pretending to be dead behind the street, suddenly opened his eyes. He seemed to hear the sound of a helicopter.
Could this be reinforcements sent from higher up, here to take me home? Thank you organization, thank you leader, thank you... damn it!
As Petrov cautiously shuffled off the street, he noticed someone smiling at him from the helicopter that had just flown by.
Laughing mud, you numb idiot—
You're doomed!
The KH-4 has a large, dragonfly-like "eye" (glass dome) that allows the pilot to easily see below, and the pilot to see below as well. Li Xuewu waved goodbye to Petrov.
And what about Petrov?
He was completely dumbfounded. He never imagined that the other party would escape in this way, flying at low altitude? They couldn't even be detected by radar!
How did he do that?
"Put down your weapons! Raise your hands and surrender!"
The East Germans didn't care what he was thinking at the moment; once they were sure the danger had passed, it was time for him to step up and make his mark.
When fellow villagers meet, if anyone dares to make a move, they'll be shot!
Petrov and the others were not moved at all, not even a little bit.
He knew his current situation; if he dared to resist, he would be killed, and the organization wouldn't even restore their identities.
Surrendering and waiting for extradition might offer a chance to return to China and be dealt with, at least avoiding immediate death.
So there's not much to say. This is East Germany, they won't die for the time being, and the Stasi wouldn't dare to do anything to them.
At most... uh—
That was really ruthless!
The person who rushed up wasn't a big man, but a sweet-looking girl who slammed him into the ground with a single knee.
"You dare cause trouble in Germany? Do you really think we're helpless?!"
A sweet girl lost her temper and dared to wield a kitchen knife.
Petrov, looking sullen and dejected, raised his head and explained, "The one who flew away is our leader; you should take him out."
"You're teaching me how to do things!"
While handcuffing him, the sweet girl also pressed her knee against the burly man's cheek to stop him from saying anything more.
It doesn't matter who flew away, because they didn't catch it, and the right to interpret the situation belongs to them.
As for why Petrov recognized the enemy as his father, it's easy to understand, because he couldn't explain the purpose of his trip.
If they don't talk, the Stasi can't do anything to them and can only fulfill the extradition treaty; if they do talk, they'll all die here without the Stasi having to lift a finger.
Even if they watched helplessly as Mr. Li caused trouble, escalated the situation, and blamed it on them, they had no choice but to put up with it.
Since they couldn't get away, they had no choice but to take the blame and absolutely couldn't reveal that their purpose for the trip was to form a visiting delegation.
So, everything fell into place.
The convoy, escorted by police cars, left without anyone daring to stop it, heading straight for Frankfurt Airport, because to stop it would mean to join in the crime.
At least the Stasi dared not bear the responsibility of ensuring that the people in that car reached their destination.
On the other hand, Petrov and his team failed in their mission and had to take full responsibility. If they dared to say something wrong, they would be held accountable for life.
Yes, my life is over, and now I have to die.
"I'll give you one last chance."
The sweet girl flipped Petrov over like a dead pig, took the candy from his mouth, and raised an eyebrow, asking, "Who is your target for this operation? Who is the commander, and where is he?"
"I can live if I don't tell, but I will definitely die if I do."
Petrov, seemingly unfazed, closed his eyes and said, "I bet you wouldn't dare kill me now."
"Are you so sure?" Sweetie glanced at the burning car beside her, raised an eyebrow, and said, "What if you panic and try to run away, but stumble and fall into the fire?"
"Is this how you Stasi do things?"
Petrov opened his eyes, looked at the blonde beauty in front of him, and asked, "Are you a novelist? You have a really good storytelling ability."
"Heh heh—a dead dog."
Sweetie curled her lip in disdain, looked up at the sky, and saw that the helicopter had long since disappeared.
"Don't bother looking, you won't find him."
Petrov said calmly, "I didn't lose unjustly this time. With such strong support here, even if I came in a tank, it would be useless."
"Oh—you're even trying to shirk responsibility now?"
The sweet girl raised her foot and stepped on his face, squinting her eyes and sneering, "Who are you talking about?"
Why reward me?
Petrov winced as he was stepped on, but still defiantly said, "Why don't you take off your shoes before stepping on me? I like the smell of you."
"Heh heh—you want to die, huh—"
The sweet girl lifted her foot, squatted down, and said softly, "No way. You're trying to gain your superior's sympathy? You've missed your chance."
She raised her eyebrows and said with a mischievous grin, "You know what? Despite all that commotion, not a single person died!"
"Since no one was even hurt, why would we abandon you, our undercover hero?"
“You—” Petrov broke down.
He's not afraid of open attacks... no, he is afraid of open attacks, he just hid in the corner in fear. Of course, he's also afraid of hidden attacks.
Especially considering the cunning and despicable nature of this sweet girl in front of him, if she really does that, he will surely die. The organization might forgive a piece of trash, but it will never let a traitor go.
"What do you want to know?" Petrov looked at the sweet girl speechlessly and said, "You should know that I'm just a nobody."
"Then please tell me, you insignificant fellow," the sweet girl pointed to the sky above and asked him, "who exactly was that madman who just flew away in the sky?"