In a humble café in Cambridge, Massachusetts, a charming blonde sits at a small table by the window, reading a book intently.
Her hair was simply coiled behind her head, her brow was furrowed and a little melancholy, and her small, tall nose bridge was perched with black eyes.
She wears a short-sleeved T-shirt on the top and strappy denim shorts on the bottom, which is a common student attire in the city of Cambridge.
Two white and slender legs are elegantly placed together.
Such a beautiful woman is rare here, especially at Harvard University, where the elite gathers, such a beauty should go to Hollywood.
Whenever any man passes by her, everyone stops to watch, she is simply a sight to behold.
A handsome man walked up to her with a cup of coffee and gently placed it on the table.
The beauty looked up at him in surprise.
"I'm in for a treat, please don't be polite, I just hope to be able to send you back in a while."
The handsome man said to the girl with a smile on his face.
"I'm sorry, I don't know you."
After the girl finished speaking, she pushed away the coffee and continued to immerse herself in her own world.
The sun is about to set, and the number of people in the café is getting bigger.
It turns into a pub at night, and it also serves some simple food, and many Harvard students come here to settle their dinner or meet up with friends for a few drinks, and meet a few girls who don't want to be accosted here.
The girl quickly packed her things and was about to leave when a news item on TV suddenly caught her eye, showing a man in traditional Afghan attire being bullied by another man in the same attire, but still fearless.
A news anchor broadcast the news with the headline Soviet prisoners of war on a prison escape and brutal murder of thousands of Pugman's residents.
"The Soviet prisoners of war, who were in the spotlight yesterday for their impassioned statements at the religious tribunal of the Afghan fighters, now have new information, according to reliable information, they managed to escape the area controlled by the S fighters with the help of chemical weapons, a move that caused thousands of casualties among the local population" The girl looked at the man in the picture and couldn't help but shed tears, he no longer remembered, how many nights he tossed and turned, how many nights he cried and wet his pillow because of the condemnation of conscience.
In this world-renowned institution of higher learning, she was far away from the flames of war and intrigues, and from the simple-minded Soviet soldiers.
There is comfort and calm, and there are promising young people with shrewd minds.
But she wasn't sure what she wanted.
The girl's sad appearance quickly attracted the attention of others, and she quickly wiped away her tears, and then left the place as quickly as possible.
When she walked outside the door, the sun was about to set completely, and there was still a red cloud in the sky.
The girl pushed her bicycle against the wall, flipped into it, and began to rush to her dormitory.
This is a rare leisure time of the day, the girl doesn't want to waste the study time that she has saved so hard, she forces herself to study for more than ten hours a day, only the time to ride back every day can be regarded as relaxing, but recently because of something in her heart has been a little unable to read the book.
The girl's speed is not fast, and she likes to ride along the river on weekdays, so that she can enjoy the beautiful scenery on the shore and think about what she has just learned.
But today her mind was full of the news she had just made.
After learning that the Soviet POWs had fled, the most important thing the girl wanted to know now was whether any of the Soviet POWs were injured or dead, and if so, who they were, he had to find a way to figure out about it.
Suddenly, a motorcycle whizzed past the girl and almost knocked her down, and the girl quickly stopped the car.
The motorcycle, on the other hand, was across the road, blocking the girl's path.
The man on the motorcycle took off his helmet and walked towards the girl step by step.
"Can't you get acquainted" The man reached out to pull the girl, but the girl opened it with her hand.
The girl was about to leave with the cart, when suddenly the man grabbed her from behind, and then dragged her into the grass by the river. scolded in his mouth, "Little bitch doesn't know how to lift up and look at me for a while, how to make you happy" but the man was happy too early, and after the girl recovered from the initial surprise, her slender thighs instantly lifted to her shoulders, and hit the man behind her accurately and forcefully.
Immediately after the man was hit, his face was covered in blood and he fell to the ground, and he fainted immediately.
The girl kicked the man between his legs a few more times, then picked up her car and left the place.
The girl no longer rode on the path by the river, he pushed the cart to the main road, and saw a lonely phone booth under the street lamp, the girl hesitated for a moment, and finally went into the phone booth and dialed a number.
Langley, where the CIA headquarters is located, in a separate office, as the phone rang, the man buried in the file picked up the phone and put it to his ear, and said, "This is Edward Podak, I have something to say."
"Hello Edward, I'm Eva, I just saw it on the news, they escaped, I want to ask what is going on, are any of them hurt or killed," said the girl on the other end of the line who claimed to be Eva.
"Yes, they did escape, but it's okay with you now, isn't it your mission complete, are you short of money again" Edward asked expectantly on the phone, this Eva is a very potential intelligence officer, how much Edward hopes that she can join as a regular employee.
"No, the money I earned last time was enough to pay for my school fees and my mother's medical bills.
That's the end of our cooperation, I just want to ask if they're all safe, especially the one named Seryosha and I'm just a little worried, after all, we're friends.
Eva asked worriedly.
"Do you just want to know this, they did escape, no one was hurt, that Seryosha should be fine, after all, he planned it this time, but those local natives can suffer.
Alas, it's hell on earth," Eva heard that she had already got the answer she wanted, and she hurriedly ended the call.
When he came out of the phone booth, he couldn't help but smile on his face, picked up his bicycle, and began to rush back.
In the past few days, I have been a little unable to read the book because of worry, but now I can finally feel at ease, and when I think of next week's anatomy class exam, Eva can't help but speed up. t1706231537: