One Thousand Eight Hundred and Fifty-Five Intelligence Department in Action (2)

The voice roared: "Stop pretending, we are from the Intelligence Department, can't you guess who we are?

Battis' face changed wildly, and he managed to stay calm, lying on the ground quietly: "Impossible, I didn't do anything, you must have made a mistake!"

"That is impossible!"

"Who are you? Let Phil come to see me!"

"That's impossible. Chief Phil won't see you, you traitor!"

Battis gritted his teeth tightly: "Fart, you damn pig, Phil doesn't even dare to talk to me like that, who are you?"

"I've already said that we are from the Intelligence Service. You can call me Dudley."

Battis's heart trembled: "Don't pretend to be an intelligence agency. What do you want?"

Dudley sneered, "I must admit that you are hiding very deep. You have made us spend a lot of time, but no matter how cunning a fox is, it can't defeat a good hunter. Just catch it without mercy, you can't escape!"

Battis' heart sank: "I don't understand what you are talking about. Are you crazy? How dare you frame me? Even Phil wouldn't dare to do this!"

"Stop struggling, Battis, we already have enough evidence. Come out quickly if you don't want to die. We know you are not the mastermind. As long as you surrender and cooperate with us, I will guarantee your safety!"

Battis was completely desperate. He suddenly fired several shots outside, stretched out his legs and closed the door. He stood up and rushed to the corner of the house like flying. He opened the cover of the tunnel.

But instead of going into the tunnel, he put down the cover and raised the cover of another tunnel...

The resistance army controlled a large number of giant insects. Digging a tunnel was as simple as playing. There were three tunnels leading to different directions under his house. He opened the cover of each tunnel, but he did not go in any of them. Instead of drilling, he deliberately left a little mark near the cover, then jumped up, clasped the roof beam with both hands, shrank his body and climbed up to the ceiling, hiding in the attic wall.

This is very risky, but Battis suspects that these three tunnels are likely to be exposed. Drilling in the tunnels is more risky than hiding on the roof!

He had just hid when there was a loud noise outside. A hole as high as a person was blown out of the outer wall of the house. Smoke and dust filled the air. Several bugmen rushed into the house quickly and searched around with rifles. They quickly determined what was inside the house. no one.

At this time, a bare-handed man,

A harmless-looking insect man walked in: "Search for me!"

More bugs came in and started looking around for clues, and there were a few bugs looking for tunnels.

Before the tunnel was found, someone had already climbed into the attic, and Battis' heart was in his throat again.

The entrance between the walls was very hidden, but the insect-man's footsteps were getting closer and closer. Battis quietly raised his pistol and began to regret in his heart that he should not take the risk of staying here.

Suddenly there was an exclamation from downstairs: "Found it, the tunnel is here!"

"Here's one too!"

"Which one has been opened?" Dudley asked.

"There are footprints!"

"You, you and you, go this way; you, you, you, go this way, chase me quickly!"

Battis vaguely heard the sound of footsteps, and the bug-man in the attic also left in a hurry. He breathed a sigh of relief with lingering fear, and slowly lowered the arm holding the gun.

Only then did he realize that the arm was sore, swollen and a little shaky after being raised for too long.

The tunnel has been found, but the search is still going on, which makes Battis very anxious - although the entrance of the tunnel has been disguised and temporarily deceived the people in the intelligence department, there is no trace of leaving the tunnel's exit. As long as the pursuit When the insect man reaches the exit, he will find that he has been deceived. At that time, his situation will be even more dangerous!

Time waits for no one, so Battis calmed down and quietly opened the exit from the wall.

The attic was a mess, but no one was there!

He rolled out of the wall, stood on tiptoes and silently walked to the window, carefully observing the situation outside.

On the side of the house in front of this window, there was a half-collapsed house two meters away. There was no one in the narrow passage between the two walls.

Maybe it was because the weather was too bad, maybe it was because Dudley was too confident, but in short there was not a single soul on the street.

Battis immediately pulled out a thick warm robe from a pile of old clothes, opened the window and rolled out. When he got up, he had already reached the edge of the eaves.

Battis suddenly jumped up, but instead of falling to the ground, he jumped over the wall and jumped into the half-collapsed house.

There was still a lot of space in the half-collapsed house. Sometimes he climbed and sometimes crawled through the narrow and twisting gaps. It took him a few minutes to move from one side of the house to the other... This was his last A retreat, a retreat that has been prepared long ago!

A brick was pulled out from the wall, and an inconspicuous small hole appeared in the wall. Battis lay on the hole and looked at it for a while before confirming that there were no enemies outside.

It was already dark at this time, there were no street lights, the rain had not stopped, and the visibility was horribly low. Even if the intelligence office arranged for someone, they could only spot him at close range.

The opportunity could not be missed and would never come again. Battis seized the time and got out through the reserved exit. He wrapped his clothes tightly and trotted all the way, quickly disappearing into the rainy night.

Battis knew that since he had been watched by people from the Intelligence Department, he could no longer contact anyone, otherwise he might implicate other people.

Fortunately, the organization was well prepared. He walked through the streets and alleys, and soon reached a two-story villa with half of it collapsed.

Quietly climbing up to the second floor, Battis hid in a intact room. The walls blocked the cold wind and drizzle. Battis, who was cold all over, took off his soaked clothes and finally found a little warmth again.

After putting on dry clothes, Battis took out the telescope hidden in the dark room, hid behind the window and carefully observed a villa in the distance.

In that villa, Pilade lived. He wanted to find out Pilade's situation. It was best to meet Pilade, and at least he should inform Pilade that he had been exposed.

But Battis was horrified to find that Pilade's villa looked the same as usual, but the alien plant on the second floor windowsill had turned 180 degrees!

That was the signal he had made with Pilard. If the plant was facing outwards, it meant that Pilard was fine. If the back of the plant was facing outwards, it meant that something had happened to Pilard.

Battis is like falling into an ice cellar. Is Pillard also being targeted by the intelligence service?

The situation was worse than expected. Battis hesitated for a moment, suddenly made up his mind, and took out a high-power radio, as well as the supporting batteries and hand-cranked generator from the dark room.

Battis first connected the radio to the antenna disguised as a lightning rod, then shook the generator vigorously and watched the power indicator on the battery slowly rise. As soon as the power reached the minimum limit for using the radio, he immediately connected the battery to the radio. Connect them together and press the emergency button on the radio. The radio will automatically send a code immediately and will not stop until the radio runs out of power.