The layout of Anchorage's defense line is relatively dark.
In the corridors made of steel and concrete, except for the occasional patrol, there is no one walking around at all.
This is a strictly military restricted area.
If it were not for the patrols that must appear at specific times, anyone who appears in this area would be a suspicious spy, agent, or even an American traitor who was influenced by Soviet communist ideas.
Major Leslie walked forward in the corridor, the dim light shining overhead, as if his face was hidden under a big-brimmed hat.
But his eyes were shining brightly, looking at the corridor in front of him like a faint light.
And he seemed to have noticed something, and his pace accelerated a bit, and he didn't pay attention to the patrol soldiers who walked past and nodded towards him.
"This is really, really unpleasant."
He murmured slowly in a low voice, continued his steps, and turned around as if unintentionally and came to another corridor.
The corridor in front of him was even darker, with lights almost every dozen meters and emitting the lowest possible light.
But he still walked forward, and the smile at the corner of his mouth slowly curled up, a little unclear, as if he had the same expressionless face as before, and a somewhat formulaic smile.
Right in front of him, a group of Anchorage elites were walking over with rifles.
Looking at their burly and capable appearance, you could tell that they were all real elite troops from the American Federation.
They were currently on patrol.
Even if they saw Major Leslie walking alone, they all watched his movements with vigilance, but they did not do anything extreme.
He just nodded slowly.
Not even the hand holding the rifle was raised in a formal salute. to all of it.
Major Leslie expressed his understanding that this is the most heavily defended area of the Anchorage Defense Line.
Even as the person in charge of intelligence on the Anchorage Defense Line, he cannot order these soldiers even in non-critical events. .
But when he looked at these burly soldiers, the corner of his mouth slowly turned up with a formulaic smile.
He walked over and nodded gently: "Your patrol mission is temporarily cancelled.
Everyone, follow me."
"Major Leslie.
We have no orders from command."
The patrol captain at the front frowned slightly and was a little confused about Major Leslie's order, but he did not have the slightest doubt about the most important right-hand man next to the commander in front of him.
It had been nearly three months since he arrived at the Anchorage Defense Line, but he still understood the authority of Major Leslie quite well, and did not take the initiative to disobey him.
He just coughed lightly, frowned and asked : "Did something happen?"
"A little investigation.
Regarding the rumors in the military camp, I think you should have heard those words."
Nod slowly.
Major Leslie raised his big-brimmed hat, and his faint smile seemed to be talking about daily life.
But there was a harshness in his tone that could not be refused.
His eyes swept over the somewhat helpless Anchorage elite, and he slowly walked forward sideways, without looking back and said: "Follow me, it seems you are really going to undergo a psychological test."
As he said this, he also frowned slightly: "You'd better follow me quickly, I don't want to send someone to your dormitory to find you."
"Okay, sir."
The corner of the Anchorage elite's face was slightly drooped.
He turned to look at the equally dejected companions next to him, and couldn't help but shrug helplessly.
But he didn't say anything.
He just turned around and led the nine patrols behind him to quickly walk towards Major Leslie.
At the same time, he asked in a helpless voice: "Sir, can we report this?"
Something?"
"What do you think, my dear Corporal?"
The corners of Major Leslie's lips curled up into a smile.
He stood up slowly and turned to look at the ten Anchorage elites following behind him.
However, his eyes swept across the dim place behind him and seemed to be there.
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There were also some sweat stains on the palms of the figure's hands.
However, there was no expression on his face, and there was not even the slightest movement in his eyes.
He just raised his head slightly and looked at the Anchorage elites who were avoiding his eyes.
He nodded lightly and said: "If you know, Then keep following me, maybe we can finish this test in an hour."
"Of course, sir."
Although the elites in Anchorage were extremely brave, they were still a little helpless and dejected towards the person in charge of intelligence in front of them.
However, they thought of the many rumors that had appeared in the military camp before, and they were slightly shuddered in their hearts.
Although they also sneered at this, but now thinking about it, it is obviously absolutely inappropriate for these rumors to spread among the Anchorage defense line. of.
They followed Major Leslie and walked quickly forward.
They knew that around the corner of the corridor, there was a prayer room, which of course also served as a psychological counseling center.
Major Leslie, who was walking in front, slowed down slightly.
He turned to look at the toilet next to him, turned around and looked at them.
At the same time, he nodded lightly to them and said: "Sorry, gentlemen, I want to go."
Toilets, if you don't want to get into any other trouble, you'd better watch your mouth."
"Yes, sir."
The ten Anchorage elites also responded in unison with some helplessness, but looking at the gloomy eyes of the intelligence director in front of them, each of them was quite weak.
At the same time, they also saw around the corner, their comrades from the patrol team, who looked helplessly at their gloating expressions and stood quietly outside the toilet.
But Major Leslie seemed to have already known their plan.
He turned his head and glanced at the other patrol team that was leaving quickly around the corner.
His peripheral vision also swept across the dim area in the corner, and cold sweat began to form on his palms.
More and more.
But he still forced himself to maintain his expression and pointed at these elite patrols one by one, with a certain seriousness in his tone: "It's best not to play tricks."
Then he slowly walked into the toilet and at the same time closed the toilet door outside, completely blocking the outside view.
But when he came to the toilet, his expression remained normal.
He knew that there was a hidden camera in the toilet, but he also knew that there was a blind spot in the corner, and that blind spot happened to be associated with a vent.
He took a deep breath, slowly opened the independent toilet in the corner, reached out and easily removed the aluminum ventilation window, and stepped directly on the wall, quickly climbing up
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