On the other side of the ocean, it was evening in Washington, D.C.

In the White House's underground Situation Room, a massive blast door slowly closed.

Inside the command center, at an oval conference table, CIA Director Galen wiped the fog off his glasses and glanced at the digital clock on the wall.

The digital clock had just jumped to 17:30.

"Gentlemen, we may be experiencing the most dangerous moment since the end of the Cold War."

President Clinton tapped a satellite image on the table with his pen. It was an infrared image of the southern suburbs of Moscow, in which two rows of orange-red runway lights were clearly visible like starlight.

This photo was given to him by Garen five minutes ago.

"Lin Dong has arrived in Moscow."

"Director Galen, what's your opinion?"

The people sitting in the war room all turned their gazes to Garen.

Garen took off his rarely worn reading glasses and began to speak:

"According to the comprehensive intelligence of the European Plan 2, Lin Dong arrived in the southern suburbs of Moscow by plane half an hour ago."

"Currently, he is hiding in an abandoned corn flour mill, which is also one of the Black Face organization's secret bases in Moscow."

“An hour ago, another photo was sent back by one of our ground intelligence teams hidden in Moscow.”

Galen pulled one of the photos from in front of the president and handed it to Defense Secretary Perry, who was sitting next to him.

"General Pei Li, you can take a look, and everyone can pass it around. The photo is a bit blurry."

Pei Li examined the photo carefully; the hazy night scene captured a blurry profile of a man.

Pei Li let out a soft "Eek" and frowned.

Then he passed the photo to another colleague sitting next to him.

"This person... seems somewhat familiar."

"Yes, I feel like I've seen it somewhere before."

"I think they must be from Moscow."

......

A murmur rippled through the command center.

"Have you all seen the photos?"

As Garen and the others' discussion subsided, they spoke again:

"There's no need for you to guess anymore. Our technical team's elite members have confirmed the identity of the person in the photo through effective comparison."

"This person is indeed from Moscow, and his true identity is rather sensitive. He is Puji, the current director of the Presidential Security Bureau of the Northern Bear Country!"

As soon as Phuket's name was mentioned, a buzz of discussion arose around the conference table:

"Phuket? It really was him!"

"In Moscow, this man has always been a young and hardline figure."

"Director Galen, where was this photo of Phuket taken?"

Garen cleared his throat and replied:

“Good question. This photo was taken an hour ago by our intelligence team at the flour mill where Lin Dong arrived.”

"Because it was late at night and the distance was quite far, the resolution of the photos was not high."

"But one thing is certain: the Moscow authorities have already begun to make contact with Lin Dong."

Buzz~

Discussions resumed.

Clington picked up his pen and tapped it on the table: "Quiet! Quiet! Please let Director Galen finish speaking."

With the president speaking up, the people below naturally obeyed.

The situation room fell silent instantly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have no way of knowing what Phuket and Lin Dong discussed in secret."

Garen Analysis:

"However, let's not forget what Lin Dong did in Europe. Do you think his contacts with Moscow weren't part of an attempt to coordinate against us?"

"Lin Dong is a vengeful madman; he will definitely not let us off easily."

"The President is right, we are experiencing the most dangerous moment since the Cold War!"

"Washington is in trouble!"

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Moscow time, 0:02 AM.

The cold, dark night was like a black bear burying its head in its sleep, occasionally emitting a howling sound.

The abandoned flour mill was large, but the facilities were still relatively intact, with the heating pipes in the factory buildings and office areas emitting a low hissing sound.

To the north of the factory, there is a dark yellow three-story building, and three black Volga cars are parked at the foot of the building.

Next to the car stood six burly men in black suits, their expressions serious and their eyes filled with vigilance.

The small building was brightly lit.

From the outside of the building all the way down the stairs on each floor, there were thugs wearing black masks standing everywhere.

Inside a room on the third floor.

The Phuket director unbuttoned his mink coat, revealing a white shirt underneath.

A KGB-made bulletproof vest was faintly visible inside the collar.

The two burly men standing behind him moved in unison, their hands crossed and lightly placed on their waists, their eyes sharp.

"Did you hear the roar of the plane landing just now?"

Phuket turned around and asked casually.

"Director Phuket, we heard everything."

"Yes, Chief, it's the sound of a passenger plane landing."

The two bodyguards answered seriously.

"That's right, Lin Dong has arrived!"

Phuket adjusted his posture, a knowing smile appearing on his usually stern, chiseled face.

Not far away, the sound of the factory's iron gate opening and closing could be heard.

One minute later, a screeching sound of brakes pierced the quiet night in the open space below...

After parking the car, someone came upstairs.

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