The sky was adorned with a sunset glow.
In the car, George Smiley reported the incident of Donald being left behind, causing Victor to be taken aback before he sneered, "A veteran general who dedicated his life to the country is not even as good as an old whore."
"The United States will fall sooner or later!"
George Smiley and the people with Casare nodded vigorously at the side.
"Our people also found a man boarding the American charter jet. According to the intelligence department's search, this individual is Popovich's own brother, Aldous Wendell. Maybe they're making some sort of deal. He didn't get off the plane; instead, he went directly with the jet."
"Do we need to activate the Hydra intelligence apparatus?"
Victor spoke disdainfully, "A bunch of rats entangled together, what good can come of it? They all just want to overthrow me, right?"
"Let's get rid of him first if Popovich dares to conspire with the Yanks!"
"I command!"
