Absolute Honor

"I fuck!"

Qin Fei suddenly became angry.

Even in front of the veteran Alexander Kovic and Michele, Qin Fei could not restrain his anger.

He patted the table and stood up.

First turned his attention to Alexandrkovich.

"Colonel, I flew here on a plane of tens of thousands of kilometers. I didn't listen to you accusing and hostile each other. I thought Baron Harvey and your boss had reached a consensus before we came. Let me remind you one thing. If this cooperation fails, any consequences will be borne by both of you. I think you should not forget this."

After that, he stood up, glanced at Michelle, turned and left the room.

Mister also stood up, and walked out with Qin Fei.

Walking to the door, Qin Fei put on the jacket and stood at the door to take out the cigarette.

"Give me one."

Mister leaned in.

Qin Fei threw a cigarette to Alexandre Dumas and asked, "Aren't you staying inside?"

"Since you are leaving, of course I won't stay." Mister took out the zippo lighter and lit the cigarette, and took a sip: "Actually, I said earlier, the knot between them is not so easy to untie. ."

"Damn!" Qin Fei looked at his watch, and it has been a full hour since he came here.

For an hour, it was really depressing to hear Alexanderkovich and Michelle questioning each other.

"I thought I would be more rational, but I didn't expect..."

"The intelligence agents are also human beings, not to mention that they have been hostile for so many years. Do you think they will let go of their suspicions so quickly?" Michelet smiled and looked very proud.

"You look quite happy." Qin Fei rolled his eyes unhappy.

Mister narrowed a smile and said, "Actually, I just think my analysis is very accurate."

After all, he rolled his wrist and looked at his watch.

"But I believe they will send someone out to find you soon. If you don't believe me, let's bet a hundred dollars. No more than ten minutes, someone will definitely come out and call you to the conference room."

Qin Fei looked up at the snowflakes flying in the sky, and he gradually calmed down as the cold wind blew.

Mister's judgment, he also agrees.

Although the two parties are arguing, after all, the ultimate appeal of interest is the same. After all, if you want to fight or kill, it is also after doing this. In the situation just now, it is obvious that the young and energetic Michel first angered Alexanderkovic. The old fox, as a senior in the intelligence community, of course, he must give Michelle a slap in the face for his own sake.

"Mr. Qin." Peter really quickly appeared outside the gate.

"The colonel invites you to go back to the meeting room."

"Don't go, I will leave this ghost place tomorrow morning. What a special thing! The scores are bigger than anyone else. What's wrong with fsb? What's wrong with mi17? You guys have to fight right here, I won't Accompany me, I'll go back to Africa!" Qin Fei got angry and took the opportunity to vent to Peter.

"They have already negotiated." Peter said politely, "but our colonel thinks it is impossible to work without you. He admires you very much, so let me ask you to go back."

Qin Fei looked at Mister, who began to smile triumphantly again.

Since Aleksanderkovich has sent people to call himself, it would be a good thing if the two sides really put down the previous Liangzi and cooperated sincerely.

Take it when you see it, and get down the donkey.

Qin Fei still understands this. Da Maozi is rarely willing to agree to cooperate. It can be seen that they really don’t want to see the xs explosive fall in Baschief’s hands. They have also verified their speculation from the side. Da Maozi is also anxious and needs Cooperation between mi17 and others.

"Well, I hope I can see a good start when I go back."

Qin Fei threw away his cigarette butt, turned around and followed Peter back to the warehouse.

"Remember, you owe me one hundred dollars." Mister caught up and touched Qin Fei with his elbow triumphantly, reminding him of his bet.

"Take it!" Qin Fei took out one hundred dollars from his pocket and stuffed it to Mister.

"Wow!" Mister raised a hundred dollars over his head with an exaggerated expression, took a shot at the position of the light, stretched out his hand and flicked it.

After entering the conference room, the tension before it seemed to be gone.

On the big screen, a new portrait began to appear.

"This time, you won't be entangled with any missiles anymore?" Qin Fei asked as he took off his jacket.

Aleksanderkovich smiled and said: "Don't worry, we just had some running-in just now, and there is no problem now."

He pointed to the person on the big screen and said, "Now let's talk about this person."

"Who is this?" Qin Fei glanced at the portrait on the big screen. To be honest, he always feels that people on the Caucasian side seem to be all the same. They all like to wear round black hats, and then they all like to keep them. A thick beard.

"This person is called Absalaam. He opened an auto repair shop in the Caucasus. Because he often bought some second-hand cars in Eastern Europe and sold them back, he got the nickname ~www.NovelMTL.com~ called'Carman'. A year ago, we followed him, and intelligence showed that he was a confidant of Baskif, who was responsible for transporting some supplies to the rebels of the "Caucasian Warrior" hiding in the Caucasus. We sent people to follow him several times. However, this person was quite alert and was slipped away by him several times. Therefore, we believe that if Baskif wants to receive Xs explosive manufacturing equipment and finished or semi-finished products this time, as long as he enters the Caucasus, it is likely to be him. Finish."

The fsb agent Nikolay stepped forward and put a piece of information in front of Michel and Qin Fei respectively.

"Recently we are fully monitoring his communication, especially this week, his communication has become especially frequent, but he has several phones, one of which is a confidential satellite phone, we can not decipher the content of his call. However, we believe that, based on the information you provided and our monitoring of Absalaam, I have reason to believe that this guy is planning how to bring in those equipment and explosives."

"I don't think they will have only one person responsible for the delivery." Michelle turned a ballpoint pen in his hand, his eyes fell on the screen, thoughtfully.

"Major, what is your basis?" Alexanderkovich asked.

Michel said: "Based on the pictures and information we have obtained, you can imagine how many materials are being transported by six transport planes. I have roughly calculated that the equipment plus raw materials or finished products will not be lower. At one hundred tons."

Having said that, she turned her head and looked at Qin Fei.

"How many trucks do you think for a hundred tons of supplies? At least ten. This is simply a convoy. Who would be so stupid to use a convoy to transport xs explosives in such a conspicuous way at a place like the border?"

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