Although Mattsov did not recognize him on the spot, Lynn was sure, but maybe when he saw the wound on his shoulder when he was taking a bath, or because of inconvenience in dressing (Baidu Empire Sky). When he chased the source, he would suddenly realize that the face he had occasionally glimpsed was the one who would grit his teeth when he dreamed of being captured twice. The experience of being captured twice and being persecuted by the enemy did not destroy Mattsov's military career, but after being promoted to general, he would definitely have searched for Lynn's whereabouts in German prisoners of war camps to avenge the irreconcilable hatred.

After thinking about it, Lynn said anxiously to Fentrig: "We can't live here anymore. The identity we used to register on the front desk before can no longer be used. Damn, why did this guy come back? I happened to meet him!" [bsp;   Fentrig leaned against the door and listened to the movement outside for a while, and then deliberately comforted him: "Don't worry, sir, they should have left. You just put on your beard and drew your eyebrows. I think that person wouldn't recognize you. Unless... you were very familiar with each other before, but he was just your captive, right?"

Lin En sighed with a deep sigh: "A momentary pleasure brings endless troubles! At the beginning... I shot and destroyed his shoulders. Did you not notice that his arms were a little stiff?"

Fentrig thought about this situation and said regretfully: "If it were me, I would have a deep impression of you. Well, sir, I will go to the headquarters to see if I have any chance to steal the registration book and find another place to settle you. How about it?"

Lynn walked to the window and looked out through the curtains. He soon saw Mattsov and his adjutant get into a car, and this time he should have really driven away.

"Go! I don't want to stay here for a moment!"

Fentrig did not reply, but went out gently. In this era when there were no computers and the Internet, the hotel front desk still relied on manual notes to register the guest information. It was possible to cover up his identity information by trying to get rid of the registration. Of course, he could not rule out that the waitress responsible for registration at the headquarters had a strong memory and could remember the main information on his Swiss passport very accurately. In this way, Mattsov looked back and looked up again, and could still notify the station, dock, airport, and once he wanted to leave the country through these conventional methods, they would recognize and capture it.

The situation is really not optimistic! Lynn said to himself depressedly. Damn Andry, if he hadn't been instigated in every way, he wouldn't have fallen to this point. Compared with a humble gentleman like Laurenz Bach, he was a villain of the real interests. He smiled and used any means. He would no longer be careful about him in the future. It was so simple to stay away from him. He had to fully foresee the possible bad points in every matter, and then take the initiative or even counterattack. Otherwise, even a nine-life cat would not be able to withstand these many difficulties.

About twenty minutes later, Fentriger returned to the room, and he smiled and showed Lynn the album torn from the registration book of the station. At that time, the waiter at the station only registered and copied this copy. Just in case, Lynn took out a lighter and burned it himself, and even the ashes washed away along the sewer.

"Beautiful job, Mance. Let's go now!"

For Lynn's simple but heartfelt praise, Fentriger put away his smile, and solemnly helped Lynn press his beard so that it could stay on his upper lip more conscientiously, and then said, "I'll walk ahead, as long as I don't look back, you will continue to move forward, but pretend we don't know each other, because you are now another person. We meet in the parking lot west of the hotel."

The effect of this disguise makeup has not reached that level, but Lynn still nodded and accepted it.

Carrying a small suitcase that is more decorated than used, Lynn once again entered the "sea water" that he was not good at and did not like, and walked through the corridor calmly with unprecedented tension. Fortunately, there was no accident this time. He walked out of the hotel gate and walked straight to the parking lot along the aisle next to the flower bed. Because it was a big hotel that concentrated on entertaining international guests, the cars here were also called the Wanguo brand, Ford in the United States, Rolls-Royce in the United Kingdom, Renault in France, Gaz in the Soviet Union, etc., but I couldn't see the German Mercedes-Benz and Volkswagen. This really reminded Lynn of the vengeful character descriptions of the Soviet Russians in some historical analysis materials.

Fentrig drove an old Gas car, which was difficult to compare with the mainstream sedans of this era, both in terms of operation and comfort, but its biggest advantage was that it was not eye-catching when walking on the streets of Leningrad. After getting on the car, Lynn felt that his heart was much more fragile in the Soviet Union, and finally he relaxed from his tightness. Until the door of the hotel completely disappeared from his sight, he was still observing through the rearview mirror - he always felt that Matsov would remember it if he didn't take too long, and then rushed to the hotel to catch people with a large group of soldiers.

In the car, Fentrig said: "The waiter who registered us at the front desk, the Russian girl, feels smart. I am worried that she remembers our name and appearance, so... I want to send you to our secret hiding place, and then come back to find an opportunity to kill her, so that it will be safe. Sir, what do you think?"

This was what Linn thought before. He suddenly felt that Fentrig was still very quick and flexible and steady as an intelligence officer. Major Mitigo, the intelligence officer of the Imperial Remnant Intelligence Network in the Soviet Union, and Fentrig's immediate boss, left a bad impression on Lynn. These who escaped from the infraction and investigation of thousands of potential Soviet spies and persisted can be said to be the real essence of the intelligence network that was only large but not efficient at that time. Now they are the only external eyes and ears that are worthy of relying on for the revival of the Empire. Therefore, he kindly reminded:

"It's best to be able to kill, but it must be based on your own safety. It's fine if you really don't have a chance! At most, I don't leave my home every day and follow a contingent from Finland to evacuate on a secret route."

Fentriger, who was driving, smiled when he heard this. He took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it for himself. After a while, the car drove away from the city and walked on a relatively narrow country road. Although the roadside was covered with snow, the sandy road surface was rarely muddy and rugged, and it was not like the mudflats that made the German army at a loss in the war records.

Compared with the Western countries that Lynn came into contact with, the countryside of Leningrad was a little dilapidated, and traces of war could be seen everywhere - abandoned houses, broken walls covered with bullet holes, and wooden stakes, wire mesh and cement bunkers that could be seen by chance. Due to the essential differences in the economic system, there are no German-style farms here. Almost all the fields are relatively open. In the cold winter, they are empty everywhere and few people are tracked. About ten kilometers out of the city, the car drove into a very small repair shop. The land it occupied was just a small piece of the roadside. The sign on it was written in Russian. Lynn roughly identified it as a repair station of a certain farm. This was a strange and distant way of naming. He vaguely heard the majestic music unique to the red regime and floated in the fields through the old-style broadcast.

There was a crawler-type agricultural tractor and a rather worn truck parked in the mechanic station. In the winter, there was only a worker wearing overalls working. Seeing Fentrig bringing people back, he asked about the situation in Russian. The Russian sudden training for the past few days did not bring Lynn enough, and he could only barely understand a small part.

After answering in Russian, Fentrig took Lynn into the mechanic station. From the appearance, it was divided into two upper and lower floors, with a repair garage below, and a loft with a slope on both sides of the roof. After going up the stairs, Lynn saw Major Mitigo and another man he had never met sitting at the table. (Baidu Empire Sky Bar) The curtains were tightly pulled so that the light was dim, so they could only rely on kerosene lamps to illuminate. The attic was cramped, with beds placed side by side to the window, which were placed at most seven or eight people to sleep. In the middle was a heating stove that was very common in Nordic. The pointed metal pot was silently emitting white air, and a very complex and strange smell was filled with the air.

"I'm upset!" Lin En shrugged apologetically.

"Sir Galgo, you..." Major Mitigo looked at Lynn and Fentrig in a little surprised. In fact, he could roughly guess some situations before his subordinates explained.

After briefly introducing the situation, Lynn added: "The Soviet general's hatred for me is extraordinary. I am worried that he has already reacted and brought people back to the hotel, so Mance suggested killing the front desk waiter. I think it's up to you to decide!"

Major Mitigo thought for a moment and ordered the young man sitting opposite him: "You go with Mance! When you get there, don't rush in. Now observe the situation outside and wait for the waiter to come out from get off work. It is best not to use a gun to create a traffic accident or something. In that case, the car doesn't have to drive back and find a remote forest to deal with it. You can decide based on the situation and be more flexible!"

The two young men took over the mission without hesitation and left. After a moment, Lynn heard the sound of the (Empire Sky) Gaz car starting and finally leaving. He sat next to the stove to keep warm and said to Mitigo: "I hope this operation will not end up losing because of my reasons."

On his territory, Mitigo looked much calmer. He poured Lynn a cup of hot water and said, "I heard from Chief Andri about your amazing record before. The visit of Chief is a great encouragement to us. We all believe that this time will be successful."

Lynn smiled bitterly.

"By the way, sir, what's the name of the Soviet general you mentioned?" Mitigo asked.

"Matsov, Svalaisgiya Mattsov!" Lynn remembered this name very deeply, not only because it was the first big fish he caught, but also because it reads very smoothly. It seems that the grudge between the two is already destined in the dark.

"Oh, Mattsov, I've heard of this man, who is now a senior officer in the logistics department of the Leningrad Military Region, and he must have what we want in his head."

Mitigo's words may have just followed the trend and did not intend to make ground on Tai Sui's head. However, it was like he was bounced back by the enemy's firepower on the battlefield. Lynn suddenly felt that he might try to capture Matsov for the third time - that was definitely something that made him collapse!

(To be continued.)
Chapter completed!