courier in movie world

Chapter 125 Arrival in Moscow

Carter took out a stack of documents from the drawer and handed it to Mason, "I have arranged a new identity for you, and I can provide you with some help in Moscow."

"I'm sorry Mo Sen, but there is only so much I can do now that the manpower is tight."

"The most important thing for you now is to take care of yourself, and leave the other things to me!" Mo Sen put away the documents. These things have helped him a lot, at least better than him searching for them aimlessly. Much stronger.

After separating from Carter, Mawson began to prepare for this trip. With Howard as the weapon supplier, Mawson made a simple upgrade to his equipment.

And he also selected a big Russian man among the nine agents. This guy is nearly two meters tall and looks like a humanoid tank after being fully armed.

When he was ready, he flew directly to Moscow by plane.

The time has come to November 1944, and from the sky, the whole of Moscow is covered with snow.

After getting off the plane, Mo Sen couldn't help shrinking his neck. With his current physique, although he can't completely avoid the cold and heat, he can still resist the cold.

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Mosen?" A Russian officer saw Mosen stepping forward and asked in English full of regional characteristics.

"I am, may I ask who you are?"

The person who answered him was Mawson who spoke standard Russian. Thanks to the benefits of the Super Dimension Express Company, the major languages ​​​​in various countries in the world are the same as their mother tongue to Mawson.

"We received a call from Ms. Carter. This trip to Moscow, I will cooperate with you." The Russian officer offered his hand.

"My name is Chekhov!"

Chekov's politeness greatly improved Mawson's favor.

"This way, both of you, I've arranged a place for you to live in. Let's talk as we walk."

Mosen arrived in Moscow on a special plane. Except for some simple personal items, the rest were weapons and equipment obtained from Howard.

Two of the bags were placed on the ground, and the two soldiers following Chekov wanted to step forward to help, but they pulled slightly, but did not pull with enough force.

"Don't bother, let's do it ourselves."

After Mo Sen finished speaking, No. [-] who was following him took the two packages in his hands without changing his face.

Mo Sen renumbered all the agents, and this big Russian man was numbered number one by him because of his huge size.

The corners of Chekov's eyes twitched slightly. The two soldiers he brought were also elites in the army, with strong physiques and full strength in their hands.

Even if he didn't use all his strength at first, seeing the other party's relaxed look, he felt that it was a bit too exaggerated.

"Is there any new news about Isa Gregory?" Mo Sen asked aloud.

Chekov shook his head.

"Someone had seen signs of his activities near the Volklamsk Plain before. Of course, it was not his whereabouts that were identified, but some traces of Thule's activities."

"After further tracking and investigation, we locked down a bar called The Horn. According to the analysis of intelligence personnel, a group of strange people appeared there."

"We suspect it is Isa Gregory and his minions!"

Hearing Chekov's news, Mawson was overjoyed, "Now that we have clues, what are we waiting for? Let's go now!"

"Uh..." Chekov hesitated.

"what happened?"

"Sorry, we have limited manpower. Apart from me and these soldiers, we cannot provide you with other support."

"In fact, the higher-ups have been opposed to assigning personnel to investigate Gregory's whereabouts at this time. The war has come to an end, and Hitler is retreating steadily."

"All the focus now should be on the war against Islam, and it is widely believed that Gregory is nothing more than a clown compared to Hitler."

Mo Sen had a look of indifference on his face. In fact, there were outsiders present, and it was inconvenient for him to make a move, so he borrowed the slope to get off the donkey.

"It's okay, I understand your difficulties, give me a contact information, and then tell me the address of that bar, and leave the rest to me."

Chekov looked a little embarrassed, but it might be because of the situation. He took out a map, marked Mosen's location, and gave some precautions.

"I have prepared an off-road vehicle for you. It is full of gas and has some weapons supplies on it. In addition, I must remind you."

"The residents near the Volkramsk Plain are very xenophobic. You should be careful not to conflict with the local residents. We are caught in the middle, and it will be difficult..."

Mo Sen patted Chekov on the shoulder, "Don't worry, I'm just going to investigate some clues."

After all the things were explained, Mo Sen didn't waste any more time. He and Agent No. [-] were monsters with powerful bodies, and things like jet lag were also omitted. Guidance, drove out.

Soon it disappeared into the white snow scene.

"A nice guy."

Watching Mawson and No. [-] go away, Chekov breathed out, "When will this snow go?" He looked up at the sky, and the politeness on his face disappeared.

At this moment, a soldier ran quickly to Chekov, saluted a military salute, and said in a low voice.

"Colonel! The general has something to ask for you!"

Chekov nodded, "Lead the way."

It didn't take long for the two of them to come to a luxuriously decorated and warm office.

The firewood in the fireplace crackled. Chekov took off his hat and stood in front of a middle-aged fat man with a slightly fat body and thick bags under his eyes.

"General, are you looking for me?"

The middle-aged fat man poured a glass of wine and motioned Chekov to sit down, "Have a glass of wine to warm up."

"Tell me, how are things arranged?"

"I have handed over the target location to that Mawson. He should be able to arrive at the Horn Bar before evening. His passing with such a great fanfare will definitely trigger a conflict."

Chekov raised his head and drank the wine in the glass.

"Didn't arouse the other party's suspicion?"

Chekhov nodded, "Don't worry, General, I will follow the normal procedure. Even if he sees some clues, I can still blame it on intelligence errors."

The middle-aged fat man nodded, "It's a good job, send someone to keep an eye on it, and let me know if there is any news."

Chekov stood up, hesitated and asked, "Do you need me to do something secretly?"

The general shook his head, "No need, that woman Carter is very shrewd, we can't let her see the clues, we have to be careful, we can only do good things for the leader by hiding in the dark."

Chekov looked serious.

"Long live the Thule religion!!"

At this time, Mo Sen was driving on a snow-capped field, he frowned, thinking about something.

(End of this chapter)