Berezov's words are full of a sense of responsibility and even a sense of mission, which makes people feel a little tragic, but it also makes people like me feel a little envious.

We were on the road again after a short rest in Saint-Etienne, and although I had been uneasy about Krzhakov, the road went well. At sunset we arrived in Lyon, France, which is said to be the only one in Paris. However, instead of entering the city of Lyon, we continued from Lyon in a south-west direction to the northeast, stopping at a place called Bron.

This stop, Krzhakov is not just resting, he has other purposes. Because after we stopped, the guy ran all the way to our car and got out of the car and looked at the old guy and said, "If everything goes well tonight, we will be able to reach the border at dawn tomorrow." So I'd like to talk to you a little bit more about our deal. ”

"What? What are you still worried about? Isn't it me who should be worried? The old guy smiled.

"You?" Krzhakov sneered, "What do you have to worry about as a gambler who can ignore anything?" I think about it, and what I am most afraid of is to cooperate with you like this. Because you can do anything now, even more so after the mother and daughter give it back to you. And I can't. I don't want to pay for your fights, I want to keep living. So I have to inspect the goods in advance. ”

"Inspection?" The old guy asked rhetorically and sneered, "My dear Comrade Krzhakov, do you want to play some tricks with me?" ”

"Tricks?" Krzhakov looked around, "Do I dare?" Just because you dare to come to France so desperately, bent on dealing with me, first killing the Chrissy family, and then killing people without blinking, I still dare to play tricks with you? If I have to say that I have to play tricks, it is that I want to get away from you as soon as possible. Everyone went their separate ways. ”

"Huh." The old guy nodded, "That's it... We'll talk about it when we get to the border. I can have it inspected by then, and I promise you'll be interested. ”

Krzhakov smiled and said, "It's not that I'm going to play tricks, it's that you yourself think I'm going to be dishonest, right?" He said and shook the phone in his hand, "Those people from Berlin haven't chased after them now." They think we ... No! It was you who thought you had gone to Marseille. They have set up a net in Marseille and the French military police, waiting to catch you all. So you don't have to worry about what tricks I'm going to do, it's me who should worry about the most! ”

"Huh." The old guy smiled, patted Krzhakov on the shoulder as if he was comforting an old friend, and then put his arm around him, "My target is not you anymore. I'm telling you that my real goal is that now that you can't help, there's no need for me to have unnecessary conflicts with you at this moment. That won't do me any good. ”

Krzhakov glanced at the old fellow, "It's not good for me." I don't know about you. As he spoke, he pushed the old fellow's arm away and turned to his car and took a few steps toward his car, "If I can't get what I want." I'll be unlucky, but you won't be able to run away, and no one will want to run away then! ”

"Don't worry!" The old guy said to his back: "It shouldn't be you who is unlucky, and it shouldn't be me." ”

After getting back on the road, the old guy seemed more relaxed. Perhaps, in his opinion, the more anxious Krzhakov is, the more it shows that he is not playing tricks, and we are safe at the moment. And after going on the road again, the old guy was not idle, he took out a pen and paper, and kept writing and drawing with the reading lamp in the car, and he was busy for most of the night.

At five o'clock we crossed a mountainous area near the border between France and Switzerland. And here there were already people waiting for Krzhakov, and after meeting with the gang, Krzhakov again came to the old fellow's side, and the posture was like a debt collector.

"Now ... Can you show me what I'm looking for? Krzhakov said, pointing to the east, "Just ten kilometers further east, and we will enter Switzerland." As soon as I see something that interests me, my friends can help us enter Switzerland without hindrance. After that, we can close the transaction. May I? ”

The old guy did not refuse this time, and while nodding his head, he called Berezov over and handed him a note in his hand, "According to what I wrote, check it against my directory and find it." ”

Berezov nodded and immediately returned to his car. Kerzhakov looked at Berezov and suddenly smiled, "Sure enough, I brought it with me." You can really do it, I want to know if I serve you in a pot, how can you drag others to die together? ”

"Huh." The old guy laughed and said, "Do you know what the most annoying thing about spies is?" ”

Krzhakov looked at the old guy and put away his smile and said, "What do you mean?" ”

"Nothing interesting? It's such a common question. The old guy smiled and said, "I used to be in Iraq, you know. I caught rats there for a while, and I remember the biggest headache for me was that you never know how much information you got out of a bad luck guy you caught. They always make you feel like he's said everything, done a handful of bad things, and doesn't even know anything. And you really don't know what else they haven't said, until one day you get a reaction from the enemy, some bad reactions, and you don't know ... Aha! It turned out that unlucky guy had done other bad things. ”

The old guy's words, apparently everyone present understood. He said so much that he couldn't tell Krzhakov that he dared to do so without fear of what Krzhakov said. He was prepared, and he was well prepared.

Krzhakov sneered and did not speak. Instead, he looked at Berezov, and a moment later Berezov came over with two file bags. Krzhakov seemed to be a little impatient, and without waiting for Berezov to give it to him, he rushed to Berezov's side and took the things in the other party's hand.

"Look slowly. There is no hurry. Some have sequels, and they're even more exciting. Ha ha. The old guy smiled rather proudly and even rampantly.

Krzhakov quickly walked up to the people who came to pick him up with the documents, and one of them opened the car door and let him into a car. It seems that he is already playing the value of these things, and he should be using them to convince the people of his organization to stand on his side at this moment.

"What did you give him?" I looked at the old fellow, Eunice.

"Some of the bad things that some Yankees have done. I think they'll be interested. The old guy said confidently.

About half an hour later, Kerzhakov opened the door from the car and stepped out. And as soon as he got out of the car, the car and several others drove in the direction of Switzerland.

Krzhakov ran all the way to the old guy and said, "Get in the car." Let's go to Geneva, and hopefully your sequel will really be even more exciting! ”

Thanks for the bacon that was cut yesterday... Fat now has nine votes... Ha ha.

(End of chapter)