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　At this moment, Millia sent another message.

　"What? Comrade Putin actually agreed?" Aurora was full of doubt. It had only been an afternoon.

　Milia expressed her happiness and said, "Yes, yes, the space base has already received Putin's approval. I will set off after dark."

　A certain Padara-class protected cruiser could not understand why Putin believed the "nonsense" of this aircraft expert.

　"Since you want to know, then go and ask in person."

　Aurora thought so, so she called Putin directly to find out what Millia had said to Putin.

　In response to Aurora's question, Putin said: "Actually, regarding what Milia said, I think the same as you."

　"This... If that's the case, comrade, why are you doing this? Why do you still want Millia to go to your side?" Aurora didn't understand Putin's approach.

　Putin was quite relaxed and said calmly, "That's fine. If she wants to see me, then she can. She said she has nothing to do recently, so let her come to the big city to broaden her horizons."

　If she insists on having her own ideas, that's fine. I can give the bodyguards a holiday and let them rest for a few days."

　"Well, if you say so... then okay." If Putin didn't care, Aurora didn't know what to say and just let Putin do as he pleased.

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　After obtaining Putin's consent, Milia paid attention to weather forecasts and the flight times and trajectories of a large number of civil aviation flights for the 1000-kilometer flight and planned a flight route.

　"It still tastes the same..." Millia wiped her mouth and touched her slightly bulging belly.

　There was a gas pump lying on the ground next to it that had not been put back yet.

　After completing the pre-takeoff preparations, Milia came to the dedicated highway leading to the space launch site to prepare for takeoff. Because it was a road dedicated to the space base, there was no need to worry about vehicles.

　"In the past, taking off and landing on a highway with a plane of my size would have been a dream... I have Comrade Angel to thank for my success today!"

　Millia sighed, silently thinking of Eve who turned her into a "human".

　The An-225 transport aircraft, due to its enormous size, has extremely high runway requirements, and very few airports worldwide are suitable for its takeoff and landing. Even in the United States, a country with a highly developed aviation industry, less than 5% of airports are suitable for the An-225.

　In its current state, the Milia's wingspan in its mecha-mounted configuration is only 7 meters, about the width of two highway lanes. Its smaller size also reduces the runway requirements. Even ordinary roads can accommodate Milia's takeoffs and landings, as long as there are no major potholes.

　Although the quality of Russia's roads has never been very good, the one leading to the rocket base is well repaired and maintained because the goods transported are valuable and there is less traffic.

　Even though it is small in size, the running sound of the six high-bypass turbofan engines is deafening enough.

　With the engine constantly boosting power, she glided for hundreds of meters and was lifted off the road surface by the pressure difference between the upper and lower wings, heading straight into the night sky.

　In the past, when Millia took off like this, other nearby aircraft would have to wait for a long time until the vortex caused by her takeoff gradually subsided.

　Passenger planes can take off and land normally.

　At least for now, she didn't have to worry about this problem at all when taking off in aircraft mode. Milia was very happy about this, as she finally didn't have to passively cause trouble for other aircraft anymore.

　After arriving in downtown Moscow, Millia closed the engine throttle, then shut down all six engines and allowed herself to glide by inertia.

　Then she took out the parachute pack, folded the aircraft, and immediately put on the parachute pack. After reaching medium and low altitude, she opened the parachute and landed towards the Kremlin.

　Because Putin had notified them in advance, the Kremlin guards did not show any signs of nervousness when they saw a parachute slowly floating towards them.

　But to prevent a black swan event, the guards still notified Putin. When Putin learned from the guard who called that the parachute that fell towards the Kremlin matched the characteristics of the parachute that Miliya had described to him, Putin left his office and went to the courtyard to wait for Miliya.

　"Hey! Putin... Mr. President!"

　When Milia saw Putin after landing, she wanted to greet him happily, but considering the confidentiality, she chose to address him as Mr. President.

　"Hello, miss, welcome to Moscow again." Similarly, in order to maintain confidentiality, Putin did not call Millia by her name, nor did he address her as comrade.

　After a brief greeting, Putin invited Millia to take a walk along the Moscow River and enjoy the night view.

　Milia was anxious and immediately advised: "Mr. President, that won't do. I've already said there's a high possibility of assassination."

　"It's okay, I've checked within a kilometer radius, it's okay." As mentioned before, Putin did not take Millia's words seriously.

　But Putin, acting on his professional instinct, sent some people after Millia spoke to him on the phone; he checked the nearby locations most likely to be used for assassination and set up sentries in the corresponding places and certain key locations.

　If there is any abnormal situation, these people will notify Putin's personal bodyguards immediately, and then the personal bodyguards will try their best to protect Putin's safety.

　"Mr. President, everything is normal." The personal bodyguard told Putin truthfully what he had just reported from various points.

　Putin comforted Milia: "See, I told you everything. It's safe."

　"Besides, Millia, wasn't the original intention of your coming to me to protect my safety?" Putin joked.

　"Well..." Millia was a little embarrassed by Putin's joke. "I actually hope I'll never be useful in this area, and the same goes for my bodyguards..."

　In this way, the two chatted as they walked out of the Kremlin, passed Red Square, and then walked south through the broad avenue next to St. Basil's Cathedral, all the way to the road along the Moscow River.

　Along the way, Putin and Milia talked about many issues that they had not had time to discuss during their last meeting. Putin was particularly interested in how Milia, as a pilot girl, viewed the world.

　Including views on Ukraine after the collapse of the Soviet Union, etc.

　"...So, the angel you mentioned is equivalent to your mother in your mind?" Putin asked tentatively.

　Milia looked up at the sky with great gratitude and said, "Yes, Viktor Kowalski (An-225 designer) is naturally my father. The angel gave me a second life, allowing me to stand here and talk to you. So I think it is not an exaggeration to call her my mother."

　"Is that so..." Putin fell into deep thought.

　Just as Putin was thinking, a black shadow emerged from the water at the bank of the Moscow River and jumped onto the shore.

　At this moment, an anxious voice came from the bodyguard's earpiece: "This is point C. A person has suddenly emerged from the river behind the president!"

　After hearing this, the bodyguard immediately reacted with professional speed, pulled out the MP443 pistol from his suit and turned around quickly.

　But he was still a step too late, after all, speaking took time. All this happened so suddenly and unexpectedly that no one expected someone to jump out of the water.

　Before the bodyguard could even fire his gun, the uninvited guest who jumped out of the water kicked his gun away.

　Seeing this, the bodyguard took a close combat stance.

　At this time, Putin reacted and fired three consecutive shots at the assassin.

　This seemingly slender assassin, who was clearly shot, acted as if nothing had happened. He threw the bodyguard over his shoulder and threw him into the river.

　After the bodyguard was thrown out, the assassin drew his hidden blade without saying a word and rushed towards Putin.

　At this critical moment, Millia elbowed the assassin and saved Putin.

　"Want to assassinate? Ask me first!"

　Milia cursed at the assassin who fell several meters away, then continued to rush forward, trying to subdue the assassin completely.

　The assassin, who had just stood firm, saw Millia attacking and immediately dodged, followed by a fierce hand-to-hand fight.

　The assassin was surprised to find that there was something wrong with the "human woman" in front of him!

　"Why is she so strong? This is definitely not a human's strength!"

　Similarly, Millia was also terrified. It was obvious that the power of this assassin was not something a human could possess.

　In the next few encounters, the assassin seized an opportunity and stabbed Millia with his hidden blade.

　Milia's wound glowed blue.

　The assassin was shocked when he saw this.

　"Damn... you cyka!" Although Millia was stabbed, she had no ability to move.

　Affected, he continued to confront the assassin.

　The assassin stared at the current scene for two or three seconds, then took out something from his pocket and threw it to the ground. It exploded, instantly producing a large amount of smoke, and he evacuated the scene under the cover of the smoke.

　"The situation has changed, mission cancelled!"

　"Why...why is there someone similar to us around Putin?! The intelligence doesn't mention it at all!"

　Chapter 190 Uninvited Guests (3)

　"Mr. President, are you okay?"

　After the mysterious assassin ran away, the frightened Milia hurried forward to care about Putin's safety.

　"I'm fine. Let's rescue the bodyguard first..." Putin wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and pointed at the Moscow River.

　"Yes!" Without a word, Milia immediately jumped into the river and rescued the bodyguard from the river. Then she held the bodyguard in one hand and grabbed the gap between the bricks and stones of the river embankment with the other hand, and climbed to the shore with her feet.

　Milia put the bodyguard down and handed him a towel. "Here, wipe it."

　"Thank you, Miss..." The bodyguard took off his water-soaked suit jacket and took the towel to dry his still dripping hair.

　Putin said to his bodyguard to ward off the cold and warm him up: "Ivan, how are you? Are you hurt?"

　"Mr. President, I'm sorry! I failed in my duty!" The bodyguard named Ivan was very sorry for his embarrassing behavior.

　"There's no need to blame yourself for this, Ivan." Putin comforted him, "I understand you. This assassin is very unusual. If it weren't for Miss Milia, I'm afraid you and I would be in great danger this time..."

　Ivan looked at Milia, then at Putin, and seemed to understand something.

　When Putin first met Milia outside the presidential palace, Ivan felt that Milia was definitely not an ordinary person. He even felt that she might be related to Kanmusu, or even that she was a Kanmusu. (Millia: I am a plane!)

　This time, Ivan escaped danger and confirmed his previous guess.

　"Thank you, Miss Milia." Ivan shook hands with Milia to express his gratitude.

　Ivan was still a little shocked. "What's going on with this assassin? How can she have such great strength despite having a slender body like a woman..."

　Ivan is very confident in his physique and skills. Standing nearly 180cm tall and weighing over 80kg, he has six-pack abs and even boasts a glorious history of beating up ten people (referring to beating up street thugs) in his early years.

　It was too shocking that such a strong man who was good at fighting was thrown several meters away and fell into the river without any ability to fight back.

　"Is there a possibility that the bastard is not human?" Millia guessed.

　"When I was fighting her just now, I used human strength at first, but I found that I couldn't stop her at all, so I started to increase my strength. I think my strength at that time was enough to overturn a small car.

　Then, after I increased my strength, she was still able to hold on, but I could clearly feel that she was a little tired. It's a pity that I haven't practiced specifically, so my skills are not as good as hers, and I took a knife..."

　"Extraordinary power... Could it be that she is a ship girl from another country?" This was the first possibility that came to Ivan's mind.

　Putin rejected Ivan's idea: "Impossible. A country's shipgirls are equivalent to a country's armed personnel. If a shipgirl is sent to do such a thing, it would be tantamount to declaring war on Russia.

　Even if some country that is not willing to think clearly sends someone to assassinate me, they would not be stupid enough to send a ship girl to do such a thing."

　Miria: "If it's not a ship girl, could it be..."

　Putin knew that Miliya was referring to him, so he deduced, "That's unlikely. Apart from you, I haven't heard of any country's aircraft or ground vehicles mysteriously disappearing before."

　"Did you see the assassin's face clearly?" Putin asked Milia.

　Miria replied, "No, she was wearing a mask and goggles, so I couldn't see her face at all. But judging by her voice and figure, she must be a woman."

　After a brief discussion that yielded no results, the scene fell into silence.

　At this time, the guards that Putin had previously deployed to stand guard outside hurriedly arrived and escorted Putin, Ivan and Milia back to the Kremlin.

　The location where Putin was nearly assassinated today was also cordoned off by the Kremlin Guard of the Security Service for follow-up investigation.

　In the presidential office, Putin kept thinking about what had just happened, especially the "angel" that Millia had been emphasizing.

　Milia shrugged and said with a hint of relief, "I've already said it. Comrade Angel is absolutely right. If I had listened to Comrade Aurora and not come to Moscow, the consequences would have been disastrous."

　After this incident, Eve's prestige in Millia's heart inadvertently increased by several levels.

　"Millia, let me ask you a question..." Putin, who had been thinking silently, suddenly spoke.

　"You were in Ukraine, during the time when the place was being repaired after being destroyed. What exactly happened? You told me about it before, but it was very vague and general. And what about the angel you kept talking about? What exactly is she?"

　Faced with Putin's sudden question, Milia was a little confused. "Well... I..."

　"Don't be afraid. I'm just curious about who the 'angel' you're talking about is. In particular, how did he/she know someone was going to assassinate me? This is very necessary for the Security Bureau's follow-up investigation." Putin opened his hands, revealing a relaxed expression.

　demeanor.

　"Okay..." Millia thought for a while and decided to tell Putin her memories of the period before and after her transformation.

　"So so...so so..."

　"So that's how it is..." Putin couldn't help but feel surprised when he heard Millia's story.

　"A woman who looks and dresses like someone from an anime or game, with angel-like wings behind her? Did the angel you dreamed of before also look like this?"

　Milia nodded quickly and admitted, "Yes, yes, yes, besides her silver hair and orange eyes, her biggest feature is her flat chest, not even as big as some elementary school girls!"

　Putin was slightly amused by the second half of Milia's words, but he didn't show it, but kept it in his heart.

　Miria's claims were not groundless. At the time, the airport where the An-225 was parked did indeed experience many "paranormal events," including a blue light appearing in the hangar and a mysterious wall of air.

　Putin thought to himself: "This so-called 'angel' is either an ordinary person with super powers, or an alien with technology that we cannot currently understand. There is nothing else.

　If it really was an angel from religion, I would have taken out my Soviet Communist Party membership card from my drawer and torn it up right there and then."