Destination

Henry may have been running wildly, but he wasn't just running around aimlessly.

Before sneaking into the prison, he left his personal belongings and clothes somewhere.

Siberia is so vast that once you leave the prison, there is no sign of human habitation for miles around—this is not an exaggeration, but a fact.

Just as prisons on the East Coast and West Coast coasts of the United States often choose isolated islands, the isolation of the ocean naturally makes it the best place for imprisonment.

Even if someone manages to scale that wall, they cannot escape the harsher natural environment. Not all modern people possess Bear Grylls' survival skills in the wilderness.

In other words, if they wanted to take the Red Guardian, a super soldier, away without having prepared a transport vehicle in advance, it would be impossible not to expose some secrets.

Because he was used to making extra preparations, he had a spare set of clothes in addition to his own so that Alexei could change into.

Both men changed out of their conspicuous prison uniforms. Alexei then asked, "How are we going to leave? I hope you're not telling me we're going to cross the Siberian Wilderness on foot, with only the supplies in your backpack."

"How is that possible?" Henry smiled and showed Alexei the contents of the bag. Inside were only stacks of US dollars; there was no food.

"There's no food or other warm clothing here. If you're planning wilderness survival, this bag of stuff will just be a burden."

"Great, you remind me of the joke about a millionaire stranded in the desert who couldn't even buy a bottle of water. Oh, this isn't a joke; it could actually happen to us."

Henry laughed, "No need to be so pessimistic. We'll just wait here; I've already called for backup. Let's take this opportunity..."

You can also think about what you're going to do next.

Alexei asked, "And you? What are you going to do next?"

"Didn't I say I have twenty-four things to do? Those people are all in the United States right now, so I have to go back and deal with them one by one."

Since there wasn't even a bottle of water, Alexei plucked a blade of grass and chewed it, hoping it would increase his saliva production.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "I think I'll go find my two girls. They've been sent back to the Red Room, which isn't a good place. Besides, I have some personal grudges to settle with General Dreykov, the manager of the Red Room."

Henry feigned surprise and said, "The Red Room? I've heard it was a secret spy training facility during the Red Empire."

Is it still around?

"The United States thought they had wiped us out. In reality, they only broke the shell, the framework. There are always some tenacious ones who hide in the shadows and struggle to survive. In the end, the things are still the same, just with a different appearance."

"Do you know where the Red Room is? Otherwise, how are you going to find someone?"

Alexei shook his head and said, "I don't know the exact location of the Red Room. The only thing I know is that the Red Room is no longer within the territory of the Red Empire; it should be in Eastern Europe. This relocation took place a long time ago."

"Eastern Europe is vast. How do you plan to search? Relying on your old intelligence channels?"

The stark reality of the situation forced Alexei to consider the feasibility of his actions. He said helplessly, "Even without using what the organization provides, I do have some personal connections I can leverage."

"But to get those connections moving, you can't rely on personal relationships; you need funds. The safe houses I know of might have some money, but those safe houses were set up by the organization, and I don't know if they're still usable now."

"But roads are made by walking. As long as people are alive, there's always a way to solve things, isn't there?"

After thinking for a moment, Henry tossed the backpack to Alexei, saying, "There's still some money left in here, which was originally intended for this trip. Consider it a donation to you."

"Are you serious?" Alexei asked skeptically.

Henry said, "When you can owe someone a favor, do it generously. You can always pay it back later. Don't be like Pusi, all coy and hesitant. You really want it, but you pretend to refuse."

"From my perspective, if I get you out of prison only to have you starve to death, or get killed by the police during a robbery, am I supposed to go and beg for a favor from Deadman? Don't let my investment fail."

Alexei zipped up the backpack and slung it over one shoulder. "Thanks. I owe you that."

Where do you want to start? Or are you going to come back to the United States with me first?

"Where can you go?" Alexei countered.

"You can go anywhere, but it'll all be illegal entry. Don't expect our next leg of the journey to be about buying plane tickets at the airport and comfortably heading to our destination."

Stretching his long beard, Alexei thought for a moment and said, "What If...? I can go anywhere, send me to Sokovia."

"That area wasn't once communist territory, was it? Do you have connections there?"

Sokovia is a fictional landlocked, mountainous country in the Marvel Universe Europe, bordering Slovakia and the Czechia Republic.

The history of this fictional little country is similar to that of Afghanistan in Asia; it served as a chessboard and front line for the struggle between the two superpowers in Europe during the Cold War.

Alexei said, "It's certainly not a land shrouded in ideology; with the Americans stirring things up, it's chaotic. But chaos has its advantages; some connections are universal, as long as there's financial support."

It seems the other side already has a plan. Henry, who felt he had done a terrible job as a spy in Russia for the first time, naturally couldn't offer any advice.

They've received professional special agent training and have real-world experience. As an outsider, I shouldn't spout nonsense.

And what's the point of knowing so much?

Just then, the reinforcements he was waiting for arrived. Bathed in the afterglow of dusk, the duck- Duck Type Duck Leopard armor, unmanned, rode atop the Leopard Type, suddenly appearing above Henry's location.

It wasn't until the two armored suits landed that Alexei realized what this was—a metallic Monster that was hard to describe as either laughable or grotesque.

Kitty, in her Leopard Type, looked up at the sky and growled doubtfully. The Tiger Language's response, translated, was. "Is it time for dinner?"

Explaining time zones to a Tiger feels pretty stupid. Henry said, while disassembling the Duck Type strapped to the Leopard Type's back, "Are you hungry? Didn't you eat before leaving?"

"But it looks like it's lunchtime!"

"Don't try to eat whenever you get the chance. If you keep gaining weight, I'll make you eat a diet plan."

"Ugh! Animal abuse! You bastard! Don't threaten me with diet meals all the time. You're a jerk!"

Henry suddenly became very curious about where he had learned words like "Kitty." Had some dirty stuff gotten into his language translation database?