Absolute Honor

"Beep-beep-beep-"

Suddenly the phone is connected!

Khasayev's tense nerves immediately relaxed, closing his eyes and quietly thanking the **** in his envelope.

"Oh! What are you doing calling me at this time!? Didn't I tell you the purpose of this new number before!? Damn! Shamili! What the **** did you do!"

On the other end of the phone, Baskif's loud and violent curses came.

Shamili is the nickname of Khasayev.

He and Baskif are close friends, and of course they are called each other's nicknames.

On the contrary, Khasayev no longer had the fear he had before, but was overjoyed and said: "Thank God! You are not dead! You really are not dead!"

"What are you going crazy!? Why am I dying!?" Baskif's voice was full of murderous intent, because he was very taboo against the word "death".

For so many years, playing the cat and mouse game with fsb, Baskif himself has been a little nervous. For these sensitive words, he absolutely does not want to hear it, because it is too unlucky.

"No, no, I'm not cursing you, dear Ramzan."

He also called Baskif's nickname, and exulted: "Because I received very bad news yesterday and the day before yesterday, it's about you and your subordinates..."

"I know what you heard, Johar was captured, and I'm dead, am I?" Baschief hummed a few times on the phone, like a pig groaning disdainfully. The fsb people, can you kill me so easily? I'm fine, very good. Before they attacked the village, I had already evacuated, leaving some warriors there to fight with them, and by the way, I experimented with those new toys."

"New toy?" Hasayev was a little interested in this term, because he could obviously hear that Baskif was quite proud when he mentioned it.

"Well, it is a new type of offensive explosive called xs gel explosive. It is very stable and difficult to detect. Moreover, the power of the explosion is much greater than that of the C4. The Army Special Forces and Alpha Group who attacked the village yesterday paid a lot. At the price of the price, those Russians have tasted us, Shamil, think about it, if I can get the formula and manufacturing equipment of these xs gel explosives, then I can make Moscow panic!"

Hasayev could only agree with a smile. He was not interested in fighting or explosives at all. What he cared about was his own safety and the business that Baskiv had entrusted to him.

Because in terms of money, Baschief is still very generous, at least working for him to make money.

"That's really great news." He said with a dry smile, "Is this what I will deliver on this mission?"

"Shamili, don't inquire about things that shouldn't be inquired." Baskif immediately changed his personality again. The happy laugh before was gone, replaced by a cold warning.

"Have you forgotten the rules we made years ago?"

"Yes, yes, I was troubled." Hasayev suddenly felt a few drops of cold sweat on his forehead.

"This phone number can no longer be used. I will change it. You will receive the new number for you in our secret mailbox. Remember, don't take the initiative to call me..."

"I can't help it, because it involves your life and death, I can't help but find out clearly. Look, we are old friends for many years, and I am also because of you." As a businessman, Hasayev is compared to Baskif. Soldiers have to be much more sleek, originally only concerned about their own safety, but insisted on saying that they were concerned about the safety of others.

However, this set of Baskif is quite useful.

"Okay, I see. It's because of me this time, but I won't be an example." Baskiv warned Hasayev without pain, and immediately hung up the phone.

Hearing the busy tone in the microphone of the mobile phone, Hasayev sighed in relief. He raised his wrist and looked at his watch. It took only two minutes.

This is very Baschief, because Baschief will never talk for more than three minutes. Even if there are many conversations, he will hang up in about three minutes and then redial.

This is because if someone is monitoring the phone, it is impossible to locate a specific location in such a short period of time, which guarantees the safety of Baskif himself.

It is also one of the reasons why Baskif is still alive after so many years of tracking him on fsb because of such a cautiousness.

Since Baskiv is not dead, Hasayev is relieved.

Johar is also dead. From Baskif's tone, he doesn't seem to worry about Johar at all. Presumably, this guy didn't betray himself before he died.

Confirming the news that Baskiv was still alive, Khasayev was in a good mood, put down his phone, and walked to the window and opened the window to let the warm sunlight from outside come in.

His house is connected to his own goods yard, here is his own three-story building and garden, and on the other side of the wooden fence on the right is his counterpart’s fruit yard and warehouse.

The workers are busy, and their granddaughter and grandson are not in class today, because it is Sunday, they chase and play in the garden, everything is still so beautiful.

Suddenly, a scene in the distance aroused his interest.

Turning back to the table, Hasayev fetched a pair of binoculars.

This pair of binoculars is on his desk all the year round. Outsiders say that he likes to look at the birds. In fact, it is a tool he uses to observe whether there are surveillance personnel around his goods yard and residence.

Go back to the window and look into the distance with the telescope.

In sight, a light blue van-type tool cart was parked on the side of the road, with the logo of a communications company painted on the body. Several people in overalls got out of the car, and someone was carrying a toolbox. , Put up a ladder and climbed up a telephone pole.

Raising the telescope slightly, Hasayev saw the wiring box on the pole.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

A few days of bad weather caused damage to the communication equipment. The mobile phone had a signal just now. Now these communication company maintenance workers are probably here to repair the fixed line.

He returned to the desk, put the binoculars, put his legs on the desk, and began to reminisce about the conversation with Baskif.

It seems that the xs gel explosive is a relatively new type of explosive, and Baschief attaches great importance to it. Before helping him smuggle the shoulder-mounted "Stinger" air defense missile, he has never seen this illegal armed leader so excited.

This time, I am afraid that my own transportation costs will definitely not be low.

Thinking of this, he happily poured himself a cup of steaming black tea, and began to figure out which route he would take this time.

Is it coming in from the direction of Georgia or crossing the border in the direction of Dagestan?

Just as Hasayev was wandering around at his desk, about one kilometer away from him, a communications company van was parked on the side of the road. Yushchenko took off the monitor headphones and his expression changed. It's very ugly.

Qin Fei, Michel and Mister sat aside, they knew what had happened.

The communication interruption last night was of course not accidental, nor was it caused by heavy snow, it was man-made.

Less than an hour after Qiaohar confessed Khasayev, the fsb technicians rushed here and caused a “communication failure” in the signal transmission base station around Khasayev’s home. Monitoring equipment has been implanted.

Every call made in the vicinity will be recorded by the equipment on the monitoring vehicle, screened after screening, and then converted into voice through software.

The conversation between Hasayev and Baskiv has been recorded on the hard disk of the device.

"Baskiv is not dead..." Yushchenko gritted his teeth, picked up the phone next to him, and called Alexanderkovich.

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