American Detective: Starting as a Rookie Cop in an American TV Show

Chapter 1332 Moscow Welcome Ceremony
The reason they landed at the military airport, in addition to the need for confidentiality, was also because Jack and his companions were considered to have entered the country illegally.

The war is not over yet, and from time to time we can still see news about important facilities such as power plants in Russia being attacked by drones.

In such a tense atmosphere, it was a miracle that the Gulfstream plane that Jack and his crew were riding in was not shot down immediately after entering Russian airspace.

After all, there were three former CIA agents, one former MI6 agent, and Anna, a former FSB defector, on board, including Reese.

Such a lineup is really too "luxurious". Those who know that they are here to save world peace, while those who don't think they are planning to capture the emperor alive.

Fortunately, the bald guy is not the only one who has an old lover in this country. Old lady Victoria also has one, Ivan Shimanov, whose status in the FSB is no lower than that of General Katya Petrovna.

As soon as they got off the plane with Edward Bailey, who was still immersed in his own world, they were surrounded by a dozen soldiers with eager eyes, and were pushed and shoved into a hangar.

"Aha, welcome, my friends!" The short and fat Ivan pushed aside a large group of soldiers who were protecting him and opened his arms enthusiastically to everyone.

After welcoming Jack and his companions in his usual slightly exaggerated tone, Ivan turned to look at Edward Bailey, who looked foolish.

"I never thought you were still alive. When Victoria told me the news, I couldn't believe it. So tell me, where is the device hidden?"

He almost asked the last question through gritted teeth. After all, for an intelligence officer responsible for national security, knowing that a nuclear bomb, such a weapon of mass destruction, was secretly buried in the capital of his own country was a slap in the face.

"Who?" Edward Bailey asked "confusedly".

Ivan stared at the other person for a long time, then turned his head to look at Frank. Perhaps because of the successful cooperation not long ago, or out of trust in Victoria, he did not continue to ask.

After handing a stack of fake passports to Frank, Ivan took out a small bottle containing a few blue pills, but it was obvious that this was not a secret transaction between old men.

"This is a small personal gift from me to you. If you are caught or found by Han, it would be more decent to use this and die with a Russian smile on your face."

Although the Russians have tried every means to integrate into Europe since the beginning of history, they have always maintained their own cultural characteristics.

For example, Jack's best fake smile is the standard smile that shows all four upper and lower teeth. But it won't be so useful in Russia.

Because when Russians smile, they usually only show their upper teeth, which is the so-called Russian smile.

As for the American smile where the mouth is opened so wide that even the back teeth are exposed so that others can check for cavities, it seems particularly vulgar to the Russians.
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"This is my first safe house." As Frank opened the door with the key, a faint smell of dust hit him in the face. This was a small single apartment located in an old "Brezhnev Building".

Compared with the early "Khrushchev buildings" that were built with prefabricated panels and had a uniform height of only five floors, the "Brezhnev buildings" that generally have more than nine floors are still the most common residential buildings in Russian cities today.

This type of building is generally equipped with elevators, central heating and collective hot and cold water supply. If it is well maintained, it can be considered a very comfortable living environment even in New York.

Anna took off her gloves and rubbed her hands gently on the mottled wallpaper. The white back of her hands formed a sharp contrast with the gray wall.

"After I joined the FSB, I was also assigned a small apartment like this. At that time, I regarded it as a grey cage and wanted to escape all the time." Her tone was a little melancholy and with a bit of sigh.

"So what now?" Jack remembered the girl's obsession with the beachfront villa on the tropical island.

It seems that because they have lived in high latitudes all year round, the Russians are always full of endless desire for the sunshine in tropical regions.

Jack's impression of Sanya in his previous life, apart from the "locals" speaking Northeastern dialect, were those "plump" Russian aunties lying on the beach sunbathing.

It was not until the tourism industry in Harbin developed that he realized that people pursue things based on what they lack.

People from the south have never seen ice and snow, so when they come to Harbin, they find everything new and even want to try shoveling snow. People from the north, when they come to the tropics, want to strip themselves naked and feel the sun's baking from all angles like a roast duck in a oven.

Anna pursed her lips slightly, with a hint of self-mockery in her smile, "Looking back now, what I pursued was not freedom. I was just afraid of loneliness. I was afraid that one day I would die alone in some unknown corner."

Feeling that the topic would develop in a bad direction if it continued, Jack held the girl's hand and said nothing more. He looked at Marvin, who had started rummaging through the drawers after entering the house.

Marvin searched around for a long time in this apartment that had been covered in dust for at least 20 years, but he didn't know what he was looking for. Finally, he found a pack of biscuits in a drawer, opened it and started eating with satisfaction.

Jack glanced at the dusty magazine on the table. It was a 1994 edition of Playboy. He silently calculated the time in his mind and asked uncertainly.

"Marvin, are you sure that thing in your hand is edible?"

"Of course, those Brits also fed their sailors biscuits and salted beef that had been preserved for more than a century, am I right?" Marvin's next question was of course asked to the only British person present.

"American soldiers during World War I also ate corned beef during the Civil War, didn't they?" Edward Bailey smiled and raised a finger to his mouth.

Seeing Marvin eating with gusto, he subconsciously touched his stomach and said, "Oh, is it tea time? I want a cup of black tea."

"It seems that your memory has recovered well?" Frank asked at the right time.

"Come to think of it, Frank." Edward Bailey seemed to have been opened up and began to talk nonstop.

"I started to remember more and more about who I was and the weapons I built, and man, it felt good.

Those MI6 guys were really capable, God bless them, but you know what? Frank, I can't believe what they did to me in the end, I mean us, maybe they thought we were old and in the way.

It makes me feel bad, like all my youthful energy has gone to waste, which is really ironic.”

"I told you that bringing him to Moscow would be helpful," Marvin said proudly.

(End of this chapter)