Chapter 1516: Open the door, it's me, your brother!

"Who's here?"

"Don't worry about it, keep chatting."

Li Xuewu tapped the table, comforted Peter Gweit, and stood up to greet them.

"Who?" Peter looked curiously toward the tavern entrance, where three men in trench coats were facing Mr. Li.

"Has your photolithography technology already achieved marketization?"

Shangguan Qi glanced back, knowing the situation was urgent and that Li Xuewu was creating time and opportunity for her, so she hurriedly inquired.

"Of course—" Peter glanced at the entrance again, but was soon attracted by the goddess, his attention focused on Shangguan Qi.

"However, I just mentioned that it can currently only achieve 3-micron precision. Chips for electrical appliances like radios and televisions are no problem, but the effect for military use is not yet ideal."

He spread his hands and said, "You might not know that the survival environment of our Photoelectric Research Institute is very harsh."

"What? How is that possible—"

Shangguan Qi looked at him suspiciously and asked, "With such important technology, the authorities haven't paid attention to you?"

"They paid attention, but there's no difference."

Peter shrugged helplessly and said, "The higher-ups don't attach much importance to chip research, or rather, they are very conflicted."

He leaned forward and explained softly to Shangguan Qi, "I personally feel that the higher-ups might have already recognized the importance of chips, but under the influence of the Soviet side..."

"You understand, it's very bizarre—"

Peter let out a long sigh and said, "They actually think that under nuclear strike conditions, chips will melt away."

"You tell me, how are their brains grown?"

"This can only show that they are bellicose, never considering people's livelihood, and even less caring about normal social development."

Shangguan Qi pursed her lips and said, "I have always believed that endless arms races will only drag down social order."

"Who knows—"

Peter shook his head helplessly, looked at the girl opposite, and said, "They also said they would give me a small car."

"All adult males in Democratic Germany will receive such an adult gift; do you dare to believe it?"

"And then? Did you get it?"

Shangguan Qi asked with amusement, "You just said you came by subway."

"That's right, they said they would give it to me."

Peter also raised an eyebrow with amusement and said, "However, the order for my car is already queued until ten years later."

"We don't have this benefit." Shangguan Qi looked at him indifferently and said, "However, relying on my efforts, just this year, I used my salary and bonuses to buy a car."

"Wow—really?" Peter looked at her in disbelief and asked, "Didn't you say your motherland's economic development is very backward? Your welfare benefits are so good?"

"That's right, my motherland is still striving for development, but it attaches great importance to work results and achievements."

Shangguan Qi explained, "Because of my research achievements in aircraft, I received two bonuses this year."

She nodded with a smile and said, "You should be able to imagine how much I can spend alone; the house is provided by the company, so I had the money for this car now."

"You are still single? Then he—"

Peter had been waiting for this sentence for a long time; he even wanted to find an opportunity to verify it, but was afraid Lily would be unhappy.

He very much wanted to know this point, but was afraid the result wouldn't be what he wanted, and his heart wouldn't be able to bear the blow.

If it were hard to meet again in this lifetime, that would be one thing, but with the goddess right in front of him, how could he bear to miss it just like that?

But once the reality was compared, he felt somewhat inferior.

He had thought his current work would be envied and looked up to by the goddess, but he didn't expect...

"He is my leader. I work at a research institute belonging to a large comprehensive group enterprise, and he is a group leader."

"So young! A group leader?"

Peter was surprised again. Mr. Li was sitting right in front of him; even if the light in the tavern was slightly dim, he could still judge the other party's approximate age.

Even if he overestimated, it was impossible for someone to become a leader of a large comprehensive group enterprise at thirty, unless...

"The enterprise I belong to is very enlightened." Shangguan Qi knew what he was thinking and explained naturally, "It won't just consider seniority and background; it will assess talent based on technology and ability."

"For example, me—"

She smiled and introduced herself, "I am now the Deputy Director of the Aircraft Research Institute, responsible for an aircraft project with a total research budget of over 10 million yuan."

"Deputy Director..." Peter was even more surprised, and when he heard the 10 million research budget, his whole body went numb.

"Our country's currency, 10 million, is equivalent to..." Shangguan Qi paused and continued, "Equivalent to 14.9 million German marks; it's about that much."

Peter: Alright, alright, I'm already numb; you don't need to explain anymore—

To him, what was the difference between ten million and fifteen million? Numbness upon numbness?

"I really envy you—"

"What is there to envy?"

Hearing the sound of the fish biting the hook, Shangguan Qi picked up her coffee cup, lowered her head, took a sip, and said indifferently, "It's because my motherland lacks high-level talent, so I have this opportunity."

She looked up at Peter and said earnestly, "If I possessed your talent, I really wouldn't dare to imagine what kind of treatment I could have in my motherland."

Saying this, seeing Peter's straight gaze, she asked again, "Your welfare benefits here must be very good, right?"

That pierced the heart, goddess; aren't you stabbing a knife into my heart—

"How could they be—" Peter lowered his head with bitterness in his eyes, looking at the wine glass in his hand; why was there a taste of green tea?

"I am just a researcher treated with indifference here."

"Even if the research environment is bad, your welfare benefits shouldn't be low!" Shangguan Qi had also learned to be bad from Li Xuewu, and at this moment added weight, "When they asked you to return to the country, they didn't say it like that."

"Hmm—" Peter listened to the goddess's concerned words, and tears fell; he downed the wine in the cup, but drank the bitter taste—that was the tears he had just shed.

A man doesn't shed tears easily; it's just that he hasn't reached the point of heartbreak.

At the beginning... why mention the beginning? At the beginning, he was invited back as an ancestor, but what was the result?

The people who invited him back and his current leaders were not the same batch; who could trust a researcher who returned from the United States?

The dirtiest, most tiring work was all his; that would be fine, but the indifference of his colleagues was the dull knife that killed people.

"It shouldn't be like this—"

Shangguan Qi reached out and patted his arm with concern, saying, "I didn't know you were living so badly."

"Hmm—" Peter just kept saying "hmm," but the tears couldn't stop; he was almost howling in grief.

Shangguan Qi glanced back at the entrance; there was a confrontation over there, and she was really anxious.

But this old classmate of hers was only concerned with crying, and she couldn't be too anxious—what was she to do—

Tavern entrance.

"Mr. Li from China." The man with a thick Northeast accent, clearly the squad leader, spoke first.

He took off his black top hat, threw it on the bar counter, tilted his neck, 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 unclear smile, "Where are you from?"

"We have known each other in spirit for a long time—"

The man took off his trench coat, handed it to his subordinate behind him, and signaled the stool by the bar counter, inviting Li Xuewu to sit down.

"Two brandies, thank you."

He gave an instruction to the cautious bartender and simultaneously slapped a banknote on the bar counter.

Li Xuewu didn't see the denomination of the banknote clearly, but it was absolutely not a small amount; otherwise, the bartender's face wouldn't have had surprise.

"Welcome, sir."

The bartender was also someone who valued money over life; seeing the two sides confronting each other, both carrying men, he still dared to reach out.

He reached out and took the banknote from the bar counter, turned around, and placed two brandies for the two of them.

"Please enjoy, sir."

Petrov didn't pay attention to him, but downed the wine in the glass in one gulp, then hissed.

Li Xuewu didn't touch that glass of wine; he watched the bartender's hand just put down the rag, and then touch the rim of the glass again.

"Don't plan to have a drink with me?"

Petrov looked Li Xuewu over and said indifferently, "Don't worry, I will give you enough time to let your friend find out more secrets."

He pushed the wine glass in his hand over, and the bartender immediately filled it up and respectfully pushed it back.

Petrov just downed it in one gulp again, and as he put down the wine glass, he said, "Only by knowing more secrets will you be reluctant to part with your life, isn't that so?"

He didn't care about Li Xuewu, just muttered to himself, "This also saves me effort."

"Heh—" Li Xuewu smiled faintly, hooked his finger at the bartender, "This gentleman is paying; please bring me a bottle of brandy. Who can drink with just this little bit?"

Petrov's translator faithfully translated Li Xuewu's words word for word.

The bartender looked at him like he was a fool, at a loss.

And Petrov also looked back at him with some surprise, putting his hand on the bar counter—a man about to die also dared to brag like this?

"Give it to him—"

"Alright—alright, sir."

After Petrov spoke, the bartender placed the remaining half bottle of brandy in front of Li Xuewu.

In fact, he also wanted to see how this foreigner would take back his bragging.

"Do you want to see me blow the bottle?"

Li Xuewu looked at the bartender with dissatisfaction, tapped the bar counter with his finger, and said, "Change to a large glass; only women use small glasses."

Do foreigners curse so ugly?

At this moment, in the tavern which wasn't very large, everyone had long been attracted by the tense confrontation between the two sides.

Just when everyone was holding their breath waiting to watch the fun, a piece of shit flew over and slapped them in the face.

Looking down at the wine glass in their hands, how did they become women? No one insulted people like this.

If that translator didn't deliberately say the wrong thing, the foreigner with black hair should be provoking the whole room.

"Give him a beer glass—"

Don't know who it was, but someone roared from the darkness, seemingly carrying the anger of all the men in the room.

"That's right! Give him a beer glass!"

Everyone in the tavern shouted in unison, filled with righteous indignation.

Bang—

The bartender also slammed a beer glass in front of Li Xuewu with great displeasure, his eyes full of defiance.

Li Xuewu didn't pay attention to him, but looked at Petrov, his eyes seeming to be looking at a small fry.

Petrov looked at him playfully, tapped his finger, and turned to the bartender: "Give me a beer glass too."

"Sir, he—"

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up."

Petrov couldn't bear the bartender's chatter; he really wanted to see what new tricks this ghost about to die would play.

Natasha couldn't handle the man; could it be that he likes men?

Ton-ton-ton—

Li Xuewu pinched the large bottle of brandy and poured it into the two beer glasses as if pouring beer.

It was truly scary; the tall beer barrel glasses were full to the brim—how many liters was this?

Don't know; Li Xuewu didn't care about Petrov, picked up the beer glass, downed it in one gulp, and a gasp sounded behind him.

The noise just now disappeared in an instant, replaced by one dumbfounded look after another, mouths open wide enough to fit an egg.

Petrov was dumbfounded; he had seen people who could drink, but had never seen brandy drunk like this.

He turned to look at the bartender, his suspicious eyes able to pierce people's hearts: you wouldn't happen to be in the same gang as him, playing me, right?

The bartender immediately understood his eyes and waved his hands repeatedly to prove he was innocent.

Nonsense, just now those two glasses of wine were drunk by whom? You should be able to tell real wine from fake wine.

Now what this foreigner is drinking isn't exactly what you just drank.

Petrov also reacted, lowered his head to look at the brandy rippling with fragrance in the beer glass, but he didn't dare to drink it.

If this glass of wine were divided into small glasses and drunk slowly, he could definitely drink it, but to down it in one gulp...

"Another bottle."

Petrov turned his head suddenly, only to see Li Xuewu had already drunk the second glass and was pouring the third.

I ni ma—you are playing me!

Seriously, he was a bit scared; just when he was in a daze, two glasses of wine were gone?

He looked at the translator in disbelief; the translator had eyes wide open, his expression even more exaggerated than his.

The loyal translator wouldn't miss a single sentence, so the bartender clearly knew the request of the man opposite.

Another bottle?

You are drinking beer!

If it were before, this bottle of wine wouldn't sell out in a whole night in a tavern with few guests, but now...

The bartender stared straight at him, waiting for him to fall, but Li Xuewu put down the beer glass, his face didn't change at all, but he tapped the empty brandy bottle and signaled him to hurry up.

"Alright... alright, sir..."

The bartender licked his lips, turned around and took the wine from the cabinet, his body trembling slightly with excitement.

And when Li Xuewu turned to look at Petrov, this small fry was staring at him blankly.

"What's wrong?" Li Xuewu reached out and flicked his beer glass, raised an eyebrow and asked, "Keeping fish in it?"

"..." Petrov had to admit that his ability in the aspect of humiliating people really needed improvement.

Of course, it wasn't that he was too cowardly, but that the enemy was sharp-tongued, only good at using his mouth... well, he was indeed very capable of drinking.

"If you don't have this ability, don't use this trick to scare people next time." Li Xuewu poured himself another glass after the bartender handed it over and said indifferently, "Honestly, it's a bit cheap."

Ma de! Too much bullying—

Petrov clenched his fists and emphasized with a fierce look, "This is my treat—"

"Oh—is that so—"

Li Xuewu picked up the beer glass and downed it in one gulp again, turned his head to look at him, and said indifferently, "Do you need me to say thank you?"

"..." Petrov pushed away the beer glass in front of him, and amidst the tavern's instant uproar, pointed at Li Xuewu and reminded him, "Drinking more wine won't protect you; remember that."

"That—"

Just when Petrov put on his trench coat, put on his top hat, and was about to leave gracefully after finishing his harsh words, the bartender waved to remind him: "Sir, you have to pay for this bottle of wine—"

"..." Petrov's teeth were about to break from grinding; he glared at the bartender—do I lack the money for a bottle of wine?

Do I lack the money for a bottle of wine with my important status?

The bartender raised an eyebrow, looking at him blankly: what is your status?

What status? If I say my status, I can scare you to death!

Petrov took a banknote from his pocket and slapped it on the bar counter; his status couldn't be said, and it couldn't scare the bartender to death.

So he had to pay the money obediently, and then roll away.

This was what the bartender said; when he got the money for the second bottle of wine, he muttered a sentence while watching the other party leave.

Security and the translator were standing behind Li Xuewu, so they heard it clearly, but none of them laughed.

"Leader, what should we do?"

The security captain frowned and reminded, "The other party should have set an ambush outside; we are in danger."

"Should we contact the Foreign Affairs Department?"

The translator was just an ordinary person; he hadn't experienced this kind of big battle, and if the group leader hadn't been at the front, he would have run away long ago.

Judging from the other party's aura, they were absolutely not ordinary people; they might even be Northern Mao's...

"Useless; distant water cannot quench near thirst."

Li Xuewu glanced at the door, turned to the bartender, and said, "Can I use your phone?"

Under his signal, the translator did the translation.

"Of course, of course you can, sir."

The bartender's attitude at this time was quite sincere; not only him, but everyone in the tavern looked at Li Xuewu with eyes full of reverence.

If they knew Chinese, they would definitely say: This is a god-man!

Those who hang out in taverns all year round naturally have seen people who can drink, but this was the first time they had seen someone who could drink so much.

The key was that this young man had drunk so much wine and was completely fine, not showing a red face, let alone dizziness.

Did he really drink the wine into his stomach?

The bartender didn't doubt this point, because he stood the closest; even the bartender didn't doubt it, so what reason did others have to doubt it?

Furthermore, there were other guests beside the bar counter just now who saw it with their own eyes.

So with eyes full of reverence, the bartender handed the phone 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 was Old Li.

Calling for help? Doesn't exist.

"Hmm, I am Li Huai De."

Liu Bin answered the phone first. At this time, Old Li was just about to go out; there was a dance party in the evening, and he heard there were German girls to accompany him in dancing, so he didn't want to miss such a rare exotic style.

But when he heard the secretary call the other party Secretary-General, Old Li, who had already walked out the door, turned back.

Red Star Steel Group took the first step and won the first cooperation project of the visiting delegation in East Germany.

And it was an important technical cooperation and talent exchange project in the shipbuilding industry; the leaders above had personally praised him.

Old Li was very humble, only saying he didn't do anything; it was all the unity of the comrades and the collective effort.

Did he need to say that? Whether it was Du Xian or Deputy Director Li, they all knew what he had been "busy" with these past few days.

If it weren't for Old Li acting with a sense of proportion, only dancing and touching, and never doing anything out of line, they would have arranged for Old Li to return home early.

Listening to the translator talk about the idle chatter of the service staff, some dance actors' silk stockings were touched into balls, which showed how hard Old Li worked.

Of course, everyone laughed at Old Li's lack of seriousness, but they also envied his good fortune, having a group of capable cadres working for him.

People really can't be compared; comparing people can kill people. The persons in charge of other units personally led the team for investigation and negotiation—weren't they more diligent and serious than him?

But it just happened that this old thing took the lead; everyone had nothing to say.

Old Li didn't want to answer other people's calls, but he had to treat Li Xuewu's call seriously, even if he was learning a foreign language with a foreign girl, he had to answer his call.

"Director Li, I want to know what time Deputy Director Li is leaving tomorrow? From which airport is he taking off, and can he take two people with him?"

Li Xuewu knew time was precious and didn't talk nonsense with Old Li, directly stating his request.

Hearing his serious and earnest tone, Li Huai De also felt a tightness in his heart and replied seriously: "Frankfurt Airport, taking off at 9:00 AM. I will make arrangements for how many people you want to arrange."

He knew that Li Xuewu could make such a request, it must be bearing a huge risk, so he reminded him with concern: "Do you need me to ask the superior to arrange for someone to go over and pick you up?"

"No need; someone will escort us over."

Li Xuewu said concisely: "Deputy Director of the Aircraft Research Institute Shangguan Qi will bring that person over."

"Good, I will explain it to the leader."

Li Huai De said seriously: "It doesn't matter if it's a little late; the plane will wait until you arrive before taking off."

He didn't even report it, and dared to promise Li Xuewu like this?

Of course he dared; at this time, Li Huai De was a capable existence in the eyes of the superior leaders, so naturally he had this face.

Furthermore, Li Xuewu personally called to ask for permission to take Deputy Director Li's plane; the importance of this person went without saying.

He knew about Li Xuewu calling Shangguan Qi to Germany from thousands of miles away, and also knew that this matter wasn't that simple.

"That's it; I'm hanging up."

Li Xuewu put down the phone, turned to the security captain and the translator, and said: "In a while, I will leave alone; you escort the two of them to Frankfurt Airport, and don't stop on the way."

Without waiting for the translator and security captain to speak, he pointed his finger at the two and emphasized: "I don't need to say the danger level of this trip; if anyone dares to block, handle it according to emergency situations; I will bear the consequences if something happens."

Li Xuewu held the security captain's shoulders with both hands and said earnestly: "You must protect their safety."

"Yes, guarantee to complete the mission."

The security captain knew the severity of the problem at this time, so he gave the clearest answer.

As long as you have been a soldier, you know how high the gold content of this answer is.

Li Xuewu naturally trusted him, so he picked up the phone and called 110—don't misunderstand, this was also East Germany's police phone.

"Say, say you encountered a death threat." Li Xuewu handed the phone to the translator and signaled him to speak, one word at a time: "Just say you already had a car blown up."

"Ah?"

The translator was completely dumbfounded, not knowing how to translate.

Li Xuewu frowned and reminded: "Translate according to what I said, hurry up!"

"Just say the other party is KGB, pointing names on the street, and more than a dozen have already fallen."

The translator's legs went soft, but he didn't dare not listen to the leader's words, so he held the phone and started babbling.

Li Xuewu let him speak in panic, walked out of the tavern door in the bartender's surprised gaze, and looked at the car opposite.

Petrov was standing there, leaning against the front of the car, hugging his arms, looking very proud.

"Hehe—" Li Xuewu laughed lightly, suddenly had a fragrant melon in his hand, pulled the safety pin in the other party's terrified gaze, and threw it under the last car parked at the door with a smile.

"Dog shit—"

Petrov naturally knew what that thing was; even if he was experienced, he hadn't experienced this kind of thing every day.

"Madman, madman! This is just a madman!"

He shouted while rolling to hide behind the car; he didn't want to die in a foreign land.

Boom—

Sure enough, the moment Petrov rolled to the ground, the sound of the car explosion rang out, deafening.

Li Xuewu, standing at the tavern door, twitched the corners of his mouth, had another Type 56 in his hand, and gave a point-fire at the shop that dared to come out to watch the fun, hitting the other party's sign and instantly extinguishing the lights.

This was the effect he wanted; the tavern behind him exploded like a pot, and the men who were bragging just now instantly threw themselves to the ground.

What the hell is not changing expression!

Bullshit!

Just say you drank so much wine, how could you not act crazy!

Look, foreigners act crazy when they drink too much!

It's just that the movement of acting crazy is a bit big!

Li Xuewu didn't plan to let Petrov and these people go; just when the other party was preparing to counterattack, four or five fragrant melons were thrown over, completely disregarding the other party's life or death.

Boom—boom—boom—

The deafening explosions continued one after another; pedestrians on the street disappeared in an instant. They hadn't experienced this kind of battle for a long time; some old people were even surprised and hid behind the windows to look out, muttering: "Federal Germany has attacked?"

Creak—

Li Xuewu pushed open the tavern door and walked to the two people who were equally stunned in the surprised gazes of the crowd.

"Li—leader, you promised me!"

Shangguan Qi looked at him with full panic and pleading: "You said you wouldn't harm him."

"Of course, I keep my promise to you."

Li Xuewu put the rifle in his hand on the table, his eyes looking calmly at Peter, who had long been numb.

"Long story short, the situation now is that Northern Mao's KGB wants to catch our handle, using you leaking secrets as an excuse."

He tapped the table and emphasized: "You now have two choices: either go with Lily, or I give you this gun and you break out yourself."

"Ah? Me? Gun? Break out?"

Peter was completely panicked; he only drank some wine and caught up with an old friend, and he caused such a big disaster?

Looking at the rifle on the table, he looked at Mr. Li with panic and speechlessness: Are you playing with me? I can use an electronic gun, but I haven't even touched a rifle—

Listen to what he said; either run away with the goddess, or turn into a soldier king and break through the world—how to choose?

This is the option given to me?

"You don't have time to consider this problem; you have to make a decision quickly." Li Xuewu narrowed his eyes slightly and reminded: "Either you stay, we go, or I stay, you go."

"Lily, let's go—"

Peter was also a funny person; seeing the seriousness in this Mr. Li's eyes, he stood up and wanted to run away.

He just read too many books and rarely contacted society, but he wasn't a fool; with the boom-boom-boom and pitter-patter outside, he couldn't handle it.

At this moment, he didn't doubt the truth of the other party's words at all, because the goddess was right in front of him, and the outside was really exploding.

Besides, he was just a small person who was not treated well in the research institute; who would care about him?

Therefore, he chose to elope with the goddess without hesitation; he had already thought about how many children they would have in the future—just like this.

"Secretary-General, you—"

"Believe me, take him and go."

Li Xuewu reached out and pressed on Shangguan Qi's shoulder, saying: "They will escort you to Frankfurt Airport; the plane is at 9:00 tomorrow morning; everything will wait until we return to the country."

"But—" Shangguan Qi wanted to say more, but was stared at by Li Xuewu, "You should believe me."

"I—I believe you—"

Shangguan Qi had never thought that this business trip would have such a big movement, and never thought it would be so exciting.

She originally thought it would be nothing more than chatting, drinking coffee, seeing an old classmate, and being alone with him...

As a result, just after landing in Germany, she had to run away immediately!

At this moment, there was already noise on both sides of the street, and the guests in the tavern had all run away.

Don't ask the bartender; as long as he hides under the bar counter, he is absolutely safe; the rules of the road—the bartender in the bar counter cannot be killed.

"Squeeze in; there are only these few cars."

The security captain came over to take them away, looking at Li Xuewu with surprise and admiration.

They really didn't know where the leader took out the weapons; were they always in the trunk?

The group walked quickly out of the tavern door; Li Xuewu walked at the back holding the rifle, and with the help of the burning car flames, gave a burst at Petrov who dared to show his head.

Come on! Have fun! Anyway, there is plenty of time—

Li Xuewu buttoned up his overcoat, covering half his face, and the things in his hands were endless.

The siren sounded from far to near; when the motorcade drove out of the street, it directly merged with the other party, and after a short pause, several police cars escorted the motorcade to leave quickly.

The remaining ones... naturally wouldn't come to die.

Block the scene, guide traffic...

In fact, they came a bit late; the people who should have run had long run, only Li Xuewu didn't let go of Petrov and these people.

As long as the other party dared to show their head, it was definitely a burst, endless, and if they dared to fight back, throw a fragrant melon; who is afraid of whom?

Petrov was also depressed; he was ordered by the higher-ups to trap the other party to death, not to be trapped to death by the other party.

He didn't even know how to write today's report after going back; should he say that his side of more than a dozen people fought tenaciously under the powerful firepower of the other party's one person? He now had the heart to die.

It was clearly a quiet entry into the village, no shooting—as a result, it became this kind of appearance; how could he explain it to his superiors?

Perhaps there was no need to explain?

Thinking of Natasha, he knew his ending.

The superiors were unwilling to bear the risk of exposure for two thousand cows and one night's consumption; now that it had become so big, could he still contact his superiors?

Ma de, early on he shouldn't have bragged with the other party; what wine to drink—he really didn't know that Chinese men were so capable of acting crazy when they drank too much.

Boom—boom—boom—

Li Xuewu did good to the end, sending people to the Western Heaven; the human ammunition depot scattered fragrant melons on the street, without taking away a sound of thanks.

Stasi was a bit cowardly; clearly knowing it was KGB making trouble here, they didn't dare to step forward.

Li Xuewu really wanted to find their car, knock on the glass and shout: Open the door, it's me, your brother... no, I am KGB!

For a scientific researcher, for building a photolithography machine, is it worth making such a fuss?

The answer is worth it, because Peter not only involved photolithography technology but also the fact that KGB was exposed.

With these dogs chasing behind, Li Xuewu couldn't sleep or eat; he had to give the other party some intensity—who are you looking down on?

As for how he escaped?

Hehe, let me show you something fun.

Li Xuewu ran to the vicinity of the square, and in the situation where no one was paying attention to this side for the time being, a KH-4 helicopter appeared in the square—this is very reasonable, right?

He didn't care if anyone saw it; if they saw it, they would treat it as meeting Harry Potter or Hallelujah—magical enough, right?

Buzz-buzz-buzz—

"What sound!"

Petrov, who was hiding behind the street pretending to be dead, suddenly opened his eyes; he seemed to hear the movement of a helicopter.

Could it be the support sent by the superiors, coming to pick him up to go home? Thank the organization, thank the leaders, thank... Ni Ma Bi!

When Petrov cautiously crawled out of the street, he discovered that there was someone on the helicopter that had just flown past who was smiling at him.

Smile Ni Ma Bi—

Smile, you are dead—

The KH-4 had an eye as big as a dragonfly (glass cover); the pilot could easily see below, and below could also see the pilot. Li Xuewu waved his hand and said goodbye to Petrov.

And Petrov?

Completely dumbfounded; he had never thought the other party would escape in this form; low-altitude flight? Radar couldn't even shine on it!

How did he manage to do it?

"Put down your weapons! Raise your hands and surrender!"

The East German fellow countrymen didn't care what he was thinking at this time; after confirming the danger had flown away, it was time to go on stage and perform.

Fellow countrymen meet fellow countrymen, dare to move and I'll give you a shot!

Petrov and the others naturally didn't dare to move; they weren't moved at all.

He knew his situation at this time; daring to resist stubbornly would definitely be finished off; the organization wouldn't even give them a chance to restore their identity.

Surrendering and waiting for extradition might still have a chance of being handled after returning home; at least they didn't have to die now.

So there was nothing to say; this was East Germany; they wouldn't die for the time being; Stasi didn't dare to do anything to them.

At most... uh—

That was a damn ruthless move!

The one who rushed up wasn't a big man, but a sweet-looking sweet girl, who just used a knee to top this Mao man into a big shrimp.

"Daring to make trouble in Germany, really treating us as having no one—"

Sweet girl gets angry, dares to swing a kitchen knife.

Petrov stammered and raised his head to explain: "The one who flew away is our leader; you should have finished him off."

"Are you teaching me how to do things!"

Sweet girl, while putting handcuffs on him, didn't forget to use her knee to press on this Mao man's side face, not letting him talk nonsense anymore.

Who the one who flew away was—this didn't matter, because he flew away; they didn't catch him, so the right of explanation belonged to them.

As for why Petrov recognized a thief as a father, this was very easy to understand, because he couldn't explain the purpose of this trip.

If he didn't say, Stasi couldn't do anything to them; if he said, without Stasi taking action, they would all die here.

Even if they watched with their own eyes that Mr. Li was making trouble, and blamed it on them, they had to endure it.

Who let them be unable to get away? They could only carry the pot; they absolutely couldn't expose that their goal for this trip was the visiting delegation.

Therefore, everything was logical.

No one dared to block the motorcade escorted by police cars; they went straight to Frankfurt Airport, because blocking meant collusion.

At least Stasi didn't dare to bear this responsibility; they had to ensure that the people in that car went to the destination.

Looking back at Petrov and the others, the mission failed; they had to bear everything; if they really dared to say the wrong thing, that would be a lifetime.

Hmm, a lifetime is at the end; now they have to die.

"One last chance."

Sweet girl turned Petrov over like a dead pig, took the sugar beans from his mouth, raised an eyebrow and asked: "What is the goal of your operation this time? Who is the commander, and where is he?"

"I won't die if I don't speak, but I will definitely die if I speak."

Petrov closed his eyes and said: "I bet you don't dare to finish me off now."

"You are so sure?" Sweet girl looked at the burning car on the side, raised an eyebrow and said: "What if you are panicked and want to escape, but stumble and rush into the fire pit?"

"Are you Stasi all doing things like this?"

Petrov opened his eyes and looked at the blonde sweet girl in front of him and asked: "Are you a novelist? The ability to tell stories is really good."

"Hehe—a dead dog."

Sweet girl curled her lips in disdain, looked up at the sky; that helicopter had long disappeared.

"Don't look for it; you won't find him."

Petrov said indifferently: "I didn't lose unjustly this time; being able to have such powerful support here, even if I drove a tank, it would be in vain."

"Yo—you even know how to shirk responsibility?"

Sweet girl stepped on his face, narrowed her eyes and sneered: "Who are you talking about?"

"Why reward me—"

Petrov was stepped on and bared his teeth, but still provoked: "Why don't you take off your shoes and step on it? I like your taste."

"Hehe—want to die—"

Sweet girl lifted her foot, squatted down and said softly: "No way, you want to win the sympathy of your superiors? No chance."

She raised an eyebrow and smiled wickedly: "Do you know? Not a single person died in such a big movement just now!"

"Not even anyone was injured; how could we abandon you, this undercover hero."

"You—" Petrov broke his defense.

He wasn't afraid of open guns... no, he was also afraid of open guns; just now he was scared and hid in the corner; of course, he was also afraid of secret arrows.

Especially the secret arrow of this sweet girl—if she really did this, he would definitely die; the organization might forgive a loser, but it would absolutely not let go of a traitor.

"What do you want to know?" Petrov looked at the sweet girl speechlessly and said: "You should know I am just a small person."

"Then please tell me, you small person." Sweet girl pointed to the top of her head, looked at him and asked: "The madman who just flew away—who exactly is he?" ===== CHAPTER 1517 =====