Chapter 638 (1/2)

”On my face, I can't see the shadow of my mother, the brown lips, the dimples on my cheek, the golden hair, and the smile lines around the corner of my eyes... Of course, we don't have smile lines.”

A woman was whispering to the people behind her, spitting out white heat. The snow under their feet clattered like juicy vegetables squeezed out of juice.

The two figures are moving forward in the dark forest, perhaps because of the cold weather or loneliness in no man's land. They choose to talk about each other's family affairs.

Although for that family, there are so-called family members, they do not have much memory, only fuzzy lines, and some seemingly true fragments.

Their memories can't be sure whether they really have such a home, or whether those scenes are instilled by brainwashing equipment.

But this is just chatting, can't distinguish the true from the false memories, collocation as if boundless forest, just.

The girl with two braided braids looked at her two steps in front of her. As she walked along, she wrapped a white cloth on her submachine gun: ”that's a good thing. Leech potion has fixed our age at 18. We don't have to worry about wrinkles in our life.”

”We all know that nothing comes at no cost, we accept the gift and we are tied to him.” The woman in front of her, with a cool face and brown hair, was hidden under a shaggy white hat.

The woman behind her touched her back: ”but because of this, we will be more at ease. If we are good in our work, we will not be able to be useful to him for a long time, so that we can continue to be good.”

”Yes, but he doesn't seem to attach importance to us. He cares more about Natasha and their younger ones, perhaps because they are more manipulative.”

”Well, it's not a good sign to be ignored. I've been a useless person once, ha ha.” The woman behind her laughed, and some snowflakes were on her mouth. She gently pursed her mouth and wiped it on her lips.

The snow was still making a slight noise, and their speed seemed to be constant.

Dottie pulled up her white scarf and covered her face. The frost was joined on the other side of the scarf: ”good luck won't happen twice, Anya. We have to succeed in this operation, this mild graduation exam.”

”I understand that those who don't want us to live will be killed first.” Anya will only attach more importance to this matter than Dotti. This is their first real mission.

Dottie reached over and touched her. They patted each other on the back. ”We're going to make it. Now we're going to repeat the mission for the last time.”

”Look for a man in venica, Ukraine, whose name may be Marx eisenhart, a Jew, a pseudonym Eric lancher, an Italian wife named Magda, who may have fled Auschwitz in 1944, may have been living in seclusion in the forest, find them and bring them back as far as possible America. ”

Anya carefully repeated the content of the task, which was exactly the same as what the lady qinjiu said when she gave them the task.

It's just that every time she says a ”possibility”, the wine will touch her nose. Anya thinks it's funny. She never knew that Mr. gin had a granddaughter about their age, and that she was a great beauty.

Dottie went on silently, observing the sky from the bare treetops and judging the direction of her advance according to the constellations: ”it seems the same as I remember, but no matter how many times I listen to it, there are so many words in the intelligence, such uncertain words are really puzzling. Can we send people only with such information? Is it reliable?”

Anya also pulled the scarf on her face, and there was a rabbit embroidered on her scarf to distinguish her from others: ”Mr. Slade also found us with the help of” possibility ”, but it took more effort