Mornings in Istanbul come early for the pious, but the same is true for those who need to run errands early, such as Alexandria.

I got up at six o'clock in the morning, and Andrei was still sleeping in the next bed, and after being woken up, he looked at his eye and went back to sleep.

Work started this morning, but it didn't have to be too early, even if the Red Devils were super soldiers, they needed to rest enough after moving about 40 tons of fertilizer and explosives yesterday, and they were ready to run away.

Combining work and rest, all six of them understand this truth, and it is not a recruit who is so excited that he can't sleep as soon as he has a task.

Alexander's mission today required him to wake up early, having not been on duty last night, and having recovered to his best after eight hours of good sleep.

After a brief wash, I took a few minutes to paint and wipe something on my face, which looked more in line with the skin tone of the Turks.

After sorting out his belongings, he didn't need to say hello to Andrei, who continued to sleep, so he left the hotel, bought breakfast and drinks, drove the Ford and left.

Drive through the eastern part of the city, onto the No. 1 Bosphorus Bridge, and soon arrive at the parking lot where you stepped on yesterday.

It's only a little past seven o'clock, and there is not a single tourist bus in the parking lot, except for a few cars that stay overnight, and the tourists who will visit Istanbul probably haven't gotten up yet.

It's nice that the best parking space next to the base of the pylons is empty, even for more than a dozen parking spaces nearby.

The Ford car parked directly in the parking space next to the bridge tower, and deliberately parked it not up or down, and the parking space for the big car was occupied.

The administrator of this will not have an opinion, anyway, the parking lot is enough, and the parking is not rude and too lazy to say: I can't afford to drive a Ford, and I can't get along with this guy who can afford to drive a Ford and have a chance to fish, so I love it, just pay the parking fee.

Occupy the territory, take out the fishing gear, step over the low fence and walk to the old position that I found yesterday on the edge of the strait, and then start fishing.

Fish slowly, don't be in a hurry, the box truck that delivers the goods will not come until about 10 o'clock, and it will be fishing time.

Today was lucky, mackerel and bamboo fish, and Alexander felt a little pity: such a fresh fish would have been very good if it had been made into grilled fish, but unfortunately it was impossible to eat this time, and it had to be poured back into the strait in the end.

The big boats in the strait kept passing by, and the noise was constant, and Alexander really admired the fish here, and they would still be hooked in this environment.

No one bothered Alexander, and it wasn't until nearly nine o'clock that a bus came in from the parking lot behind him, and the parking was quite far away, near the exit. It's good, it's better to stay away, so that there will be no panicked drivers waiting for guests to come and chat while they visit.

Although I don't worry that I will be a goof, but more things are better than less things, and no one wants to make extraneous branches.

Time passed slowly, and the number of vehicles in the parking lot gradually increased, and as observed yesterday, after nearly half of the vehicles were parked, they reached a "saturation number", and almost no longer increased.

Half of these buses leave the parking lot between 11 and 11:30 a.m. each day to take visitors to their places to eat, while others should be later in the day, allowing them to eat on their own at cafes and restaurants near the Ortakoy Mosque.

It doesn't matter if you want to kill some Turks, but the Red Devils don't want to kill a lot of tourists from other countries at the same time, even if there are no Russians or Chinese people at all.

They don't care how many people die, but they're not nervous psychopathic murderers either. As for the drivers resting in the parking lot, it is not in the scope of consideration, who made them Turkish.

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Towards ten o'clock, Alexander began to slowly close his stall, put his fishing gear back in the trunk in two separate trips, and finally emptied the fish in the bucket.

After doing all this, I went back to the car and waited for two minutes to see the van drive into the parking lot and turn a corner.

Start the car and get away.

The two cars docked seamlessly, and as soon as the van waited for the Ford to leave, it reversed into the parking space — and finally the tail of the car was not against the bottom of the pylon, but on the side of the huge concrete pier.

This is the decision made yesterday by Kirill, who drove the car, based on the sketches brought back by Andre twice, the length of the truck is the same as the reason for the stacking of explosives, and he thinks that it is more destructive to put it horizontally!

And although the truck was loaded with eight tons of earth-made ammonium nitrate explosives, the pylons were so thick and sturdy that Kirill thought that even a one-metre gap would probably not be able to effectively destroy the pylons.

Kirill has seen too many explosions, and if the explosives can't be stuffed into the interior of the object to be destroyed, the destructive power is not as great as that of ordinary people.

Not to mention the Soviet army, a 1000-pound Mark 83 bomb filled with 202 kg of 80% T-NT and 20% aluminum combustion agent mixed high explosives, if it explodes 10 meters outside a relatively solid reinforced concrete five-story building, the house is often only blown to the outside of the exterior wall, and the frame structure of reinforced concrete is still there.

This would use 8 tons of ammonium nitrate explosives, and without a sturdy outer container, it would be equivalent to five tons of T-NT if killed, and the vast majority of the energy generated by the explosion would be wasted.

When you think about the World Trade Center bombing a little over a month ago, the power of home-made explosives is not so exaggerated, otherwise the terrorist named Nidal Ayad would not have written "miscalculated" words in his personal computer in frustration.

This trip has to deal with a super strong bridge tower, if it is 30 tons of explosives, it is absolutely enough, 8 tons is still a little less.

What to do?

The KGB's usual style - when all security tactics are sure to work, but the task must be carried out, then go hard!

The fence of the bridge tower is hollow stainless steel, and the ground inside is also smoother - the truck reverses directly over the fence, and the sound of the Ford's interior is turned on so loudly that no one notices the sound of the guardrail being broken and bent.

The rear door of the van is locked inside and outside with a large lock, and the compartment is close to the cement pillar and falls backwards until the side door is exactly in the middle of the cement pillar, and the distance between the explosives and the tower pillar is less than 10 cm!

A few buses parked not far away blocked the view, and unless someone came from the strait side, they would not notice that the truck was not parked.

As for the bus driver... Alexander knew that there was no one in the three cars nearby, so they all went to the café across the street for tea.

It's good, you don't need to kill people and buy time.

Destroying the ignition of the car, the two got out of the car, locked the door, and walked in the direction of the exit. I noticed that the parking lot keeper was sitting in the duty room listening to the radio, and at a distance of seventy or eighty meters, this guy had little chance of surviving.

Walk along the road to the north for about 30 meters and get into the Ford that came out before.