Chapter 1015 - A Prisoner of War Claiming to be An Informant (1/2)

“What happened?” Zhang Feng looked towards the noise.

Two soldiers dragged out a Ukrainian from behind the haystack and found an M9 pistol and a military officer card on him.

Philip tossed away his cigarette and ran to him.

“We caught a Ukrainian officer. He claims to be an informant of the Russian Security Service. I have never heard such a funny joke.” A thin Slavic boy with a grin on his face dragged him out and punched him in the stomach.

The Ukrainian was covered in muddy water, his hair was glued to his scalp by mud, and his pants were stained with dark red blood. Not his best look. With another punch to his stomach, he reflexively gagged and emptied the acid in his stomach.

“Barf, Sh*t! I am not kidding, man, let me at least let me see your officer before you punch me. Don’t be impulsive…”

“I am their captain.” Philip stepped forward, put his arm on the shoulder of a soldier, and raised his eyebrows to look at the tied up Ukrainian. “You said that you are a Russian informant? What is your proof?”

“I didn’t bring my documentation, but please believe me. Just take me to the back—”.

“We can’t take you to the back, we are here looking after the tanks.” Philip lifted his finger and interrupted him. “And since you are a Russian, why are you hiding behind the haystack?”

“Listen, I am an informant of the Russian Security Service. I have provided them with intelligence up till four months ago. But it didn’t last long. I was discovered by the government four months ago—”

Too lazy to listen to this person’s nonsense, the thin Slavic guy dragged the man to the ground, then pulled out the machete from his waist and revealed a grimacing smile. “It seems that you will not tell me the truth until I teach you a lesson.”

“Trust me! Fuck! I really am—”.

The machete did not fall. Zhang Feng grabbed the hand of the Slavic boy.

Both Philip and the Slavic boy looked at him with questioning eyes.

“Let me ask him a few questions.” Zhang Feng let go of the Slavic boy’s hand, walked to the Ukrainian’s side and squatted down. “What is your name?”

“Skanov… You are from Celestial Trade, right? Take me to see your boss! Please, before everything is too late… cough!” Skanov dry coughed a few times and mud or blood spilled out from his mouth.

“You want to see our boss? Haha, I want to as well. I want to take a picture with him. Of course, it would be better if I could shake hands with him.” While chewing on his gum, Sergey looked at Skanov with a dubious smile.

Zhang Feng ignored this boy and stared at Skanov’s eyes for about half a minute.

“Take him with us. We are heading back anyway.” Then, Zhang Feng turned and gestured to Sergey while pointing to Skanov. “If he escapes or resists, end him.”

“Roger!” Sergey saluted. “Spill it out,” Zhang Feng said impatiently.

“What if I accidentally press the triggered?” Sergey squinted at Skanov without any good intention.

Before he immigrated to Xin, he was a Russian from eastern Ukraine. Although the Ukrainians and Russians were both Slavs in heritage, the eastern Russians and the western Ukrainians naturally were incapable of coexisting. After the disintegration of the Soviet Union, the two sides were dissatisfied with each other and were now in the midst of a conflict.

“Then I will dump you into the dumpster.”