Absolute Honor

Khasayev left the bus and was sent back to the Turkish bath by two FSB agents. Alexanderkovich returned to the monitoring room and met with Qin Fei and others.

"Now, we can only wait."

Alexanderkovic's deep eyes patrolled Qin Fei's body.

"At the moment, Basjiv has not specified the detailed delivery requirements and delivery location of Khasayev. You have heard it just now. Each time, Basquiv sets the pick-up location, and then Hasayev makes the route by himself. Then report the delivery route to Baskif, and the other party will send someone to get on the car midway and **** the car into the Caucasus mountains to deliver the goods."

"I thought it would be Baskif's own custom route." Mistor said: "I didn't expect Baskif to trust Hasayev to such a degree."

"After all, there have been more than ten years of friendship. The most important thing is that when it comes to familiarity with the border and personal connections, Khasayev is much more familiar than Baskov." Yushchenko explained to the side: " But the final place of the transaction was determined by Baskiv. According to Hasayev’s account, Baskiv sent someone to **** the car to monitor if there is any change. If there is a change, the loss is only a cron who escorted the car. If there is any turmoil or doubts, BASF will never show up. Secondly, it can avoid our tracking. The advantage of temporarily changing the delivery location is that BASF can change the location at any time, so that we cannot make arrangements in advance."

"No wonder his life is so long." Michelle sneered, and then asked Aleksanderkovich: "Colonel, what are your plans now? Do you want Hasayev to carry the tracker with him, and then track his status based on the tracking signal? , And then send special forces to arrest?"

"Capture?" Alexanderkovich shook his head: "I don't think that people like Baskif can be captured alive. I don't intend to capture him alive."

Michel's face changed slightly.

The colonel's meaning was obvious. They planned to kill Baskif directly and did not intend to send special forces.

"Are you planning to kill Baskif directly?" Michelle asked.

Aleksanderkovich said: "Major, you don't need to ask this question, and I know what the answer will be."

His tone became tough: "Yes, if Kawasaki Ryuichi appears, we will be happy to get rid of him for MI17, but if only Baskif appears alone, we will also do the same. Baskif is already in our hands. The eyelids have been working underground for several years, and it has been difficult to catch a trace. It is a godsend to be able to instigate Khasayev this time. I have no reason to let go of this opportunity, and my superiors will not allow me to do so."

"Doing so is simply crossing the river and tearing down the bridge!" Michel felt a fire burning in his chest, but he had to suppress it. There was no point in turning his face with Alexanderkovich here.

"Whatever you say..."

Aleksander Kovich did not intend to give Michelle face, which made Qin Fei next to him a little worried.

This is not the first time the two have clashed.

The British and Russians never urinate in the same pot. What's more, the FSB's plan to kill Baskif is understandable. The "Caucasian fighters", an illegal armed organization, is already a remnant anti-government organization in the North Caucasus. Just get rid of it. Lose Baskif, the situation in this area will be greatly improved, and perhaps it will be unprecedented stability.

Before the colonel's voice fell, the phone in his pocket vibrated.

Alexanderkovich looked at the number, and the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes quivered slightly.

He got up and left the bus, and did not answer the phone in the car, and Yushchenko also got out of the car.

Michelle stared suspiciously at Alexanderkovich, who was behaving abnormally. After he left, he turned around and said to Qin Fei and Mister: "The Russians can't believe it, we have to figure out our own way."

"You should talk carefully, not **** for tat. It's not good for anyone." Qin Fei said: "This is the territory of the Russians. If you provoke Alexanderkovic, we may be deported."

"From what I know about the Russians, they would really do that." Mister agreed.

A few people in the car talked about how to get the best of both worlds.

Suddenly, Yushchenko returned to the car, glanced at a few people and said, "Go, we will go back to the headquarters right now."

"What's the matter?" Qin Fei asked.

Yushchenko said: "I don't know, the colonel didn't say it, but it was his order."

After speaking, he walked towards the driver's seat and spoke a few words in Russian to the latter.

The bus left the side street and drove into the main road. It quickly left the city and drove in the direction of Grozny.

...

Inside the Turkish bath.

Hasayev climbed back into the room from the window and was shocked. He sat on the wooden bench in the dressing room for ten minutes before standing up and returning to the lounge chair in the lounge, wearing a bath. Robe looked up at the ceiling ~www.NovelMTL.com~ Today is destined to be a sleepless night. There is too much happening and too anxious, and his mentality can't be changed.

His role has changed, and now, he is not from Baskif, but from FSB.

Since I signed the cooperation agreement, there is no turning back.

He wakes up for a while, then goes to sleep again, like turning over a pancake.

This time, he kept his mobile phone by his side, holding it in his bathrobe pocket.

Occasionally, he would wake up in a dream, subconsciously touch out the phone and look at the screen to see if there is an incoming call from Baschief.

Until five o'clock in the morning, the fixed time to leave is up.

He must go.

This has always been his habit, never leaving more than five o'clock.

If you violate this habit, it is easy to attract the attention of those who are staring at your eyeliner.

Back in the dressing room, Khasayev put on a thick coat and a furry round leather cap, walked through the bathroom corridor, and walked into the hall after leaving the gate.

The owner of the Turkish bath stood behind the counter, staring at Khasayev like a lifeless sculpture.

Both of them are acquaintances, and Hasayev nodded slightly at him as a greeting.

The boss gave a weird smile and nodded.

When Khasayev's back disappeared outside the door, the boss sat there for a while, then picked up the phone and dialed a number.

...

At this moment, the bus carrying Qin Fei, Michelle and others just arrived at Grozny's temporary headquarters. It was still dark, and there were snowflakes floating in the sky.

Qin Fei jumped out of the car and looked at the dark night sky. He couldn't even see a star.

Thinking of the current stalemate, he couldn't help but have a bad feeling.