The three of us threw the gun, which had few rounds of ammunition, to Krzhakov's men, and these men didn't actually ask for our guns, but unloaded the bullets and threw them aside, like garbage.

I slowly walked over to Salim, tidied up his clothes a bit, and then with Binyukov I picked him up and dragged him out of the church.

There were a lot of people standing outside the church at the moment, several cars parked, and Krzhakov stood next to one car as if he was talking to someone, and next to this person was a man in a police uniform, who looked at Krzhakov with a cold face, as if he wanted to give him a shot.

"You get in that car." As we walked out the door, one of the guys who had been following us out spoke up behind us and pointed to a parked van that looked like a Ford Transit.

We didn't say anything, but put Salim in the car and sat in the car with us. The door was shut, and the man who came with us got into the car with another guy. Apparently they don't feel comfortable with us, and these two are in charge of spying on us.

Surveillance is surveillance, it doesn't matter. I looked out of the car, and through the window I saw Krzhakov still chatting, the three of them seemed to be not happy, and after about three or four minutes, the two turned away with a dissatisfied face, and Krzhakov turned around and got into a car with a nonchalant look, and it seemed that we were about to leave.

I looked at the guy who was looking at us and said, "Can you treat our injuries?" I said, gesturing to Christovich beside me.

The two looked at me as if they hadn't heard, and they didn't refuse or agree, just looking like they didn't care. I laughed and said, "You didn't come here to torture me, did you?" I said, gesturing to the communicator they were carrying, "I suggest you get in touch with your boss." I said, glancing out the window, "Mr. Kerzhakov." Ask him, we're very important to him now, otherwise why are you here? ”

The two men looked at each other as I said this, and one of them began to make contact. Moments later, another man came to our car. After opening the car door, he looked at me and said, "Follow me." Sir wants to see you. ”

I looked at him and said, "What about the two of them?" ”

The man looked at Christovich and Binyukov, "Someone will take care of them." Rest assured. ”

I nodded, got out of the car, and followed the guy to the car Krzhakov was sitting in. The car was a Renault van. As soon as I approached the door, it opened, and the person who was bringing me with me motioned for me to get in.

I got into the car, and Krzhakov, who was in the car, motioned directly for me to sit next to him. As soon as I got into the car, the doors closed and the car started.

"Alek... Kerzhakov glanced at me and snorted coldly: "Such a fake name. . . I don't even know how you came up with it. ”

"Huh. Is it fake? I glanced at him, "They say Westerners like you can't tell the difference between Kazakhs and East Asians." Forehead... Sorry, I shouldn't have said that, you're not a Westerner, you're Russian. ”

Krzhakov could hear the sarcasm in my words as a renegade, but he was not annoyed, but chuckled indifferently and said, "Don't continue to worsen our already unfriendly atmosphere." There are many things you don't understand, and I won't explain them, and you're not qualified to let me explain. But please know one thing, we're not enemies now, and that guy asked me to save you and didn't let you mock me. ”

"Then what do you want to tell me when I come?" I asked.

Krzhakov looked at me, "I wonder how you know about the people sent from the Berlin station." ”

"How do I know who is at Berlin?" I looked at Krzhakov in confusion, "Aren't you all in the same group?" ”

"Huh." Krzhakov smiled disdainfully and said, "You are indeed a talent cultivated by that guy." It does look like that when it comes to falsehoods. He looked at me and said, "But you have to figure out who you're lying to." Don't you know from what hands I rescued you? ”

"Someone from Berlin?" I asked rhetorically. Although I was asking him, I had already understood some of the joints after I knew that it was Krzhakov who came. The reason why these people don't care about the life and death of our Komova is because they are not in the same group as Krzhakov at all. Even these people are thinking that we will kill us with Komova.

What's the point of these people from Berlin doing this? First of all, I think it should be someone from Berlin who wants to know the key point of the struggle between the old guy Younis and Krzhakov, that is, knowing that they kidnapped each other's families and used them as bargaining chips. Then we show up in Bordeaux, and through a series of actions, we not only almost kill Brand, but also learn the secrets of the police station. The people in Berlin probably thought that if this continued, Krzhakov would not lose their chips and thus lose control, so they wanted to attack the key points directly, attack us, and directly control the family of the old guy Younis, so as to take the situation into their own hands.

However, they missed. Komova fell into our hands, and although she hadn't returned to the old fellow Younis, it was a matter of time. At this time, it was not only Kerzhakov who was in a hurry, but also the people of Berlin. Because they are losing Krzhakov, and everything that has just happened has proven that it is true. So while Kerzhakov was desperately pursuing us, the people of Berlin were not idle. They followed us in the direction we were fleeing and unexpectedly ran into us outside the restaurant. I think they also knew that Krzhakov and his men were around the corner, so they didn't have time for too much detail, and the easiest way to do that was to kill us and the family of the old guy Eunice before Krzhakov showed up. At that time, not only will it hit the old guy Eunice, but it will also make the old guy do something out of the ordinary in anger, so that some kind of contact or even cooperation between Krzhakov and the old guy Eunice will go bankrupt.

When I think of this, I can't help but sigh that this person from Berlin is so vicious and calculating. They may have thought of what old fellow Eunice had in mind.

Krzhakov did not answer my question, but continued: "Say it." The guy got the information that someone was coming from Berlin. But I don't believe that the guy got the information himself, and it can't be the Russian side, because the guy is taking care of himself, and the Russians are trying to find a way to get him back. So the only one who can provide these things is you, am I right? ”

Begging for fat! Seeking Fat !!

(End of chapter)