The man was hit by Lukovich's pistol, the bullet hit him in the abdomen, and after we dragged him to the wall and let him rest against the wall, the man was holding the wound in his abdomen with one hand and breathing heavily. I saw blood spilling from the wound where he was clutching, and it looked like he didn't have much to live.

I approached the man, looked at him and said in English, "It's useless for you to cover your wounds. You can't stop the bleeding. “

The man looked at me with a cold face and didn't speak, I pointed outside and said, "What is the name of your leader?" It's the guy who left you the first to run out. What's his name? I pointed to his wound and said, "Say it." While you can still open your mouth to speak, you know what will happen to you. ”

The man was sweating profusely, and he trembled a little when he heard my words. I don't think it's necessarily my words that scared him, but more the fear of death.

"Just simple questions. If you answer honestly, I'll let you go. Get out there from here. I said, glancing at his bleeding wound again, "Maybe you can save it." But it has to be as soon as possible. ”

The guy immediately began to struggle with my words, and this was evident in the erratic look in his eyes. Everything he's going through at the moment has become my ally, helping me convince him to listen to me.

"We don't have time to waste time with this guy." Salim, who was on the sidelines, said: "We should hurry up and rush out, otherwise there will be more and more people outside, at least there will be more and more police." ”

I listened to Salim's words and nodded and stood up, and Lukovich, who was next to me, saw that I was standing up and about to leave, and immediately walked over with a pistol, as if he wanted to get rid of this guy directly.

The man saw Lukovich approaching and immediately understood what we meant, and he immediately waved his other hand at us and said, "I said... The man's name was Heynckes... I don't know if it's his real name, but everyone calls him that, and his boss calls him that... ”

Heynckes? What a Germanic name. Just by the name, you will know what country he is from. But what intrigues me more is what he just said, "His boss. . . I stopped Lukovic and said, "What kind of person is his boss?" Have you come to France together? ”

"Here we are..." The man nodded immediately, "It's an old man." Male. I don't know the name, Heynckes only calls him sir. ”

"Really?" I nodded, "You're all from Berlin, aren't you?" ”

"Yes. . . Berlin Station... Are you satisfied? Can you let me go? The man looked at his bleeding wound and said.

I nodded, "One last question." How many of you came? In total, there are people who come to this police station. ”

"I don't know in total ... I only know part of it, and the three cars that came here with Heynckes, and the twelve men were not all of the men who followed him. The guy said quickly. Judging from his eyes and tone, as well as the fact that he didn't want to say anything, he was telling the truth and not playing tricks.

I turned my head to look at the corpses on the ground, from the time we started to do it until now, counting this guy, there are a total of six or seven people on the other side here, which means that the other party is half less at the moment.

I looked at Salim and said, "Looks like we don't have to worry too much. Half of them are left. ”

"And what about the others. Even if there were no one else, the remaining half would be a problem for us. Salim said, gesturing to Mother and Daughter Komova, "We have to take them with us." ”

I turned to look at the guy against the wall and said, "Is Heynckes' boss a bald old guy?" ”

The man looked at me and immediately nodded, "Yes." But he always wears a hat, at least when I see him. ”

I nodded, looked at the entrance and exit of the office area, where Christovich was on guard, and said, "Take him out." Let him go. ”

"Are you really going to let him go?" Lukovic asked.

"Put. Why not? Words count. After I finished speaking, I reached out and helped this guy up from the ground and said, "When you go out, tell Heynckes for me, don't run so fast next time, you have to take care of your own people." ”

The man looked at me, as if he was not at ease for a moment, as if he did not fully believe that I had let him go so easily. However, under the drag of Christovich, he didn't say anything, but staggered out of the office area with his injuries covered.

We slowly followed him, and as I walked, I said to Lukovic, who was picking up a P90 from the ground, "Are you ready for that big firework?" ”

Lukovich checked the magazine with the P90, and when I asked, he immediately took out a poor-looking remote control wrapped in electrical tape from his coat pocket and said, "Ready." With that, he flicked a knob on it, and a red light on it turned on and off, turning into a green light.

"Works fine. The signal is good. Hehe. Lukovic smiled smugly.

I turned to Christovic and Salim and said, "After a while, after his fireworks exploded, we started the assault. ”

"How powerful is that thing?" Salim looked a little worried and asked, "We haven't tested it, if it's too small, will it really become a firework?" ”

Lukovic didn't say much when he heard the question, but said, "You'll know then, don't be scared to pee your pants." ”

I waved my hand and said, "Just let those people outside pee, and we'll forget it." After saying that, I looked at Christovich, "After you go out, you take them to retreat first, go directly to the place where we parked, get in the car and wait for us." ”

"Understood!" Christovic nodded firmly.

I then looked at Komova and said, "You take your daughter and follow him." Don't stop, don't stop whatever happens, and if he's dead or injured, don't stop and keep going. Do you understand? ”

"Understood!" Komova said as she tightened her daughter's arm.

I immediately motioned to Salim and Lukovich, and the three of them slowly touched the foyer first, and at this moment the guy had already walked out of the police station, and his presence made the movement outside louder. It was as if someone was trying to pick him up, and someone was nervously shouting.

I looked back at Christovich, who was parked at the entrance and exit of the office area, and after nodding at them, I said to Lukovic and Salim: "When the bomb goes off, we rush out, whether it's the police outside or the guys from Berlin, shoot!" ”

"Understood!" Salim and Lukovich replied in unison.

And at that moment, there was movement from outside, as if someone was approaching the door of the police station.