Snowflakes began to fall outside the window in the early morning. This winter, it was very cold. Pedestrians on the crossing of the cold wind pulled their coats, trying to avoid the biting harshness brought by the cold wind. Hart still felt cold all over his body even in the warm house.

A glorious soldier from the Hartds Empire, currently the commander of the A Company of the 1st Battalion, 807th Regiment of the Third Infantry Division.

The war was going very badly, the enemy was desperately attacking Berlin, and a large number of spies were also flooded on the battlefield. For Hart, catching as many spies as possible was the most important thing he did at the moment.

After breakfast, Hart went out and asked the guards to walk towards the defense zone.

"How is the mission going?" Hart asked the soldiers behind him as he looked at the many bodies on the streets in the city.

"Report to the sir, the mission has been completed by about 70%.

"Oh, it took about 70% to complete in a week? I'm curious why Company A's work efficiency is getting lower and lower. Please give me a reasonable reason!" Hart deliberately emphasized his tone when he said the last sentence.

"Sir, we all invest 120% of our energy to complete the task."

"Can you tell me why the spies on the list who have not been cleared after 120% of their energy have been used? "

"Sir, you don't know that these spies are so smart that they all disperse as soon as they hear the sound of the wind. There is no way to catch them."

After hearing this, Hart thought about it carefully. The spy spirit is famous, and it is indeed true. "So has anyone escaped from his jurisdiction?"

"Impossible, sir, after receiving the task, we blocked all the exits in the jurisdiction as you asked. Even our own people need to apply to the military headquarters before they can leave, so it is impossible for anyone to escape from our jurisdiction."

Hearing this, Hart finally got some psychological comfort. "In other words, are the remaining spies trapped in their jurisdiction?"

"Absolutely!" The soldier's answer was firmer than all the previous words.

"Report to the sir!" Just as Hart was thinking quietly, a soldier hurriedly ran to Hart. Seeing him in a hurry, Hart nodded and signaled him to continue.

"Sir, I am a sentry from the west bank exit of the jurisdiction. A car was stopped by us just now. It seemed to be the car of the commander of the Head of Klore's Guards. I rushed over and asked if it would be released? Or... forcibly checked?" From the tone of the sentry, Hart could not hardly hear that the commander's shock was not as high as that.

Hart lowered his head and thought carefully, Cloer's army.

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Forehead.

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It was also the Guards, which is the dog of Head of Cloer, commonly known as Hart. Not only did this group of people not really go to the battlefield during the war, but even saw the enemy, their feet were trembling with fear.

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Check! Of course, check! I heard that Baron Alexson has returned, and no matter whether he colludes with spies or not, he has to be charged with him! Thinking of this, Hart asked the sentry to lead the way and rush to the road together without saying a word, and asked all the soldiers to load bullets. If necessary, he would kill the bullshit commander.

When he arrived at the post, Hart finally saw the proud commander of the dog who was once the head of Cloer. He originally thought he was a person, but he was just an old guy with white hair. Hart got out of the car and walked to his car window and smiled, "Oh, isn't this the commander of the Guards? Who are you in such a hurry to meet?"

"Nothing, go out and do something. Do you know who I am? Why don't you ask your soldiers to get out of here?"

"I'm so sorry, dear commander, I can't let you go out at will in this extraordinary period. You know, if there are spies in our way out of the city with you, it will be difficult to deal with. The superiors will follow us and I. I will not be able to take care of it. So, please cooperate with us to carry out the mission?" Hart still kept smiling at him.

Seeing that Hart had no intention of letting go of his intention, he began to speak impatiently: "You are just a little lieutenant. You dare to block my general's way. Please contact your military chief later and ask him to send all your soldiers like your group of pigs to the military court!"

"Don't be excited, Commander, I'm just carrying out a mission. If you say you call our military chief, then that's just right. You can apply for your exit procedures from the city. As long as he approves, I will immediately open the road for you, and I promise that no one will dare to block your way in the future. And I can arrange guards to escort you all the way. What do you think?"

At this moment, Hart heard a little dissonance in the trunk with the current atmosphere. It seemed that someone was having some difficulty breathing because he had been holding it in the trunk for a long time. So Hart turned around and asked the Sentinel how long it had been here. The Sentinel told Hart that it had been more than 30 minutes, so it was absolutely impossible to be wrong. There was someone in the trunk, and that guy had already reached his limit.

Obviously, the commander also heard this discordant voice, urging Hart in a tone that was more urgent than before: "Hey, hey, okay, I'm in a hurry now, let me go!"

Seeing him being so anxious, Hart was very happy. Do you want me to let you go quickly? I just don’t listen to you! Hart then said to him with a smile: “I’m so sorry. If you want to leave the city quickly, it’s not good for you all the time. So let me check your trunk. As long as it is confirmed, I will open the way for you. I will kiss you in the future! I apologize myself, is it okay?”!

As soon as this said, the old guy was sweating in his forehead, holding it on the steering wheel, and pinching it tightly. It was right in your mind. Hart was secretly proud, and at the same time turned around and whispered to ask the soldiers to load the bullets and ask them to keep a close eye on this old guy. As for himself, of course, he will continue to play the game of cat and mouse with this old guy.

"Master Commander, please let me check your trunk." Hart repeated the inspection request again, but the old guy was stunned for a long time without any movement. So Hart repeated it again. This time the old guy was stunned for a moment and looked at Hart and said, "No! There is an important secret inside, so you can only let your superiors check it!"

Is this old guy crazy? Now Hart is more sure there must be a spy inside, but if you think about it carefully, the old guy who asks you to help must not be a small character, but should also be an important person. Hart quickly said: "Master Commander, in my impression, your guards have not performed a mission for a long time, right? Why now... I hope you understand my curiosity."

"I have also received the secret from the Head of State! My trunk is full of spies!"

"Oh? Well, since you have also received the secret order, I'm sorry to bother you." Hart suddenly turned around and cursed at the soldiers behind him: "How can you idiots make things difficult for the Commander of the Guards for so long! You still won't let it go!"

Of course, scolding them like this is just a show. Hart winked at the soldiers. They cleverly gave way. The old guy drove away without saying a word. Hart waved his hand. Countless gunshots broke through the silence of the morning. All his tires were broken. Suddenly the trunk opened, and a middle-aged man jumped out of it with a pistol in his hand and fired twice in the direction of Hart. A soldier fell beside him. Then the middle-aged man ran away and snatched the rifle of a soldier beside him and broke the legs of the middle-aged man. The old guy shouted: "Damn it! I'm going to sue you in the military court!"

"Catch that man, the old guy must not be a small character! I will also arrest that old man!" Hart shouted and gave orders to the soldiers. The soldiers acted quickly, and they sent the two men to Hart in front of him.

"Damn it! You dare to catch me!" The old immortal continued to bark like a mad dog: "I want to sue you!"

"You are hiding your guilt! Do you want to sue me? Now I not only want to arrest you, but I also want to kill you!" After that, Hart took out his pistol and hit the old guy's head. The guard suddenly held Hart's hand: "Sir, don't be impulsive! It's not worth it!"

Hart tightened his hand and put down his gun. The immortal man suddenly became arrogant when he saw that Hart dared not kill him: "Damn it! Didn't you have the ability just now? Kill me! Kill me!"

When Hart heard this, he raised his other hand and punched him. "Take that spy to the division headquarters for me!" Then Hart looked at the old guy: "I'm old, see you on the execution ground."

The soldiers pulled the two away. Just as Hart was about to leave this place of trouble, Hart suddenly saw a soldier running towards Hart in the distance. He looked at his medal, which should be the subordinates of Hasler, the next defense area. At this moment, when he saw his subordinates, a foreboding feeling surged in Hart's heart.

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The soldier ran to Hart's side and gasped in a panting with anger. Seeing that he was in a hurry, Hart couldn't help but feel nervous. Seeing that Hart was staring at him, he quickly adjusted his breathing and said, "Lieutenant, I am the messenger of Lieutenant Hasler. The sir said that there is an emergency to ask you to go there."

"What happened? So anxious?" In Hart's image, Hasler was a very calm person. If it weren't for the wrong situation, he wouldn't have asked his messenger to come to him so anxiously. As he thought, Hart's mood became more and more nervous.

"I heard that I caught a spy, that... Well... it seems to be yours... your sister." The messenger answered Hart hesitantly, obviously this kind of thing is really hard to say.

After hearing his words, Hart was stunned. His head "bang" sounded like a tank pressing over Hart's head. His sister? Oh my God, this world is really crazy, how could it be like this? My brother is on the mission of capturing the spy.

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And sister.

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It's actually a spy?!

Hart was still in a state of dizziness. When the messenger saw Hart motionless, he spoke again: "Sir? Sir? Maybe it's a misunderstanding? Should we go over and take a look now?"

Hart woke up after hearing the words of the messenger. He looked at him, nodded and jumped into the car and rushed to Hasler's defense office at full speed. Along the way, Hart really hoped that the facts were just like the messenger said. What if it was a misunderstanding? Yes, my sister should be taking classes at her school now, how could it have something to do with the spy? After that, Hart jumped out of the car and rushed to Hasler's office.

"Hasler, go and hear that you have caught a spy?" Hart asked Hasler in a tentative accent.

"Lt. Long time no see you. Want coffee or tea?" This is obvious. Hasler hoped that Hart would not be nervous, but the more he did this, the more he explained one thing.

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That spy.

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To be continued...