It's afternoon in the Congo in the Southern Hemisphere, but in Moscow, located on the East European Plain, it's pitch black in the dead of night.
As the capital of Russia, Moscow is also one of the most populous cities in Europe, with approximately 14 million people, and it is also a city that never sleeps.
Not only are the tourist attractions crowded with visitors from all over the world, but the red light district, with its pink hued atmosphere, is also packed with people, as it is full of bars, nightclubs, and even strip clubs.
In the streets, deep catchy music were playing as people walk in the street.
In the streets many women dress provocatively standing in front of their respective shops, either blowing kisses, doing seductive poses or directly reaching out to persuade a potential customer.
The sex industry has a long history in Europe, especially in countries like the Netherlands, Germany, and Switzerland, where the attitude towards this sector is very tolerant. It's no exaggeration to say that it's flourishing everywhere and has even made a significant contribution to the local economy.
Although the Russian government maintains a clear stance of prohibition, the reality is that there is little that can be done, and brothels and sex shops continue to spring up everywhere.
The red light district, with its high population turnover, is bound to breed violence and chaos.
However, the gangs that govern these industries have replaced the Russian government as the true 'security' force.
The combined influence of gangs and the Russian government's enforcement methods have maintained a stable balance in these red light districts, making them difficult to disrupt unless a major upheaval occurs.
At this time.
Three taxis arrived one after another at the Krasno district, where red lights were concentrated.
Immediately afterwards, eight tourists dressed in casual clothes and with great physiques got off the bus.
The leader was dressed in a Miami-style shirt and shorts, wearing a cowboy hat, and had a cigar in his mouth.
"Hoo~" Exhaling a puff of smoke, the leader looked around and exclaimed loudly, "Guys, we're going to have a blast today! Hahaha! Let's go, let's hunt for some ladies!"
"I can't wait!"
"Look at you, so shameless~"
"I've heard the people here are pretty feisty. Can you handle it? I have Atlast finest Viagra if you cannot handle it"
"Hahaha!"
The group chimed in, chatting and laughing, and walked arm in arm toward the most bustling area.
In the red light district there are countless people like them in the Krasno district who travel in groups to experience the local customs. Or in other words, looking for sex.
However, two of the eight people had rather indifferent expressions.
In fact, their true identities are the elite of the first ARS company, and the Thunder Warriors who have completed subsequent debugging and are officially put into use.
The vacation cowboy leading the group was none other than Arthur Morgan, and their sole purpose for this trip was to capture the soldier boy
In order to clear themselves of suspicion that the operation was organized by Atlas, and to make a big move to stop Vought from expanding recklessly, Arthur and his accomplices used their real and valid legitimate identities to take a commercial flight to Moscow, and then took a taxi to the Krasno district.
The two Thunder Warriors, after multiple adjustments and trials by Alexia's team, had participated in several battles as early as six months ago, and all of them had met the standards.
The programmable brain enables the Thunder Warrior soldiers to perfectly execute missions such as infiltration, assassination, and stealth. In terms of friend or foe identification, it is achieved through data chips implanted in the bodies of Atlas employees.
Meanwhile, Alexia's team also implanted numerous everyday scenarios into the brains of the reconstructed warriors and added many response methods to facilitate better integration into the crowd when carrying out infiltration missions.
Among their few flaws is their inability to make complex expressions, which makes them appear rigid and aloof. However, combined with their muscular physiques, no one would find it strange, they would simply think that these guys are not to be trifled with.
Arriving in the red light district, it's certainly not for entertainment, but rather to meet up with a potential local investigator who has been there for many years.
Before long, they arrived at a nightclub with a rather classic facade and obediently lined up.
Although a group of glamorous women were greeting customers at the door, the presence of well dressed security personnel who didn't shy away from showing their holsters ensured that no one would cause trouble. Besides, Arthur and his group didn't want to attract attention.
They waited for several minutes before it was their turn.
"Hello Handsomes~" A woman dressed in a classic style, but in a super short skirt and crop top, winked at Arthur and asked in a Russian accented voice, "Are you here to drink, dance, or... special services~?"
"Is that even a question? Brothers! Which one is it?!"
"Special Service!"
"Understood~, please follow me." Hearing the confident reply, the girl covered her mouth and laughed, then led Arthur and the others into the nightclub.
Unlike the club that Leon visited, the place was exquisite with the decorations and with a perfect dim lighting.
Upon arriving at the dance floor, one can see women dressed as if they were from the Tsarist era, performing energetically on stage.
Whew! Whew!
The main stage even sprays flames in rhythm with the music to adjust the atmosphere, making the men and women gathered here cheer, dance and spend even more enthusiastically.
The bar was also packed with people, who enjoyed admiring the graceful figures while drinking strong liquor.
There were many private rooms around the stage. As for what kind of services were available inside, they could only experience it for themselves. Arthur and his companions followed the lady directly through the dance floor area and arrived at the staircase leading to the second floor.
Once they had all gone upstairs, the muscular men standing guard on both sides crossed their arms and used their bodies to block the stairwell. One of the men even placed a Full' sign in front of him.
AFTER A WHILE
The second floor of the nightclub.
A secret meeting room that can only be entered through a hidden door.
Arthur and the others had long since lost their previous carefree demeanor, and sat solemnly in folding chairs, watching the satellite aerial view displayed on the projector screen.
The woman leading them had also changed into casual clothes and stood at the front of the conference room giving a presentation.
This nightclub, seemingly a gangster business, was actually an investigator outpost that Sui Yang had planted in Moscow during the most chaotic period after the collapse of the Soviet Union. It was also one of many safe houses that facilitated Atlas's covert military operations in Eastern Europe.
Moreover, this nightclub has managed to achieve a certain degree of self-sufficiency. Even after deducting the necessary expenses for bribing local gangs and officials, it still has a surplus of $1 million to $1.5 million annually.
"Gentlemen, the weapons and equipment have been prepared in advance according to your requirements. Would you like me to explain the architectural blueprints of the Luftan Research Center and the security patrol routes around the facility again?"
After the female investigator finished speaking, all the hunters, including the two reconstructed warriors, remained silent to indicate that there were no problems.
Seeing this, Arthur said, "Tell your combat personnel to prepare for a joint raid with us. We'll set off in two hours and snatch that boy before dawn."
"Understood, we'll be ready"