This is so weird... Could it be that the police are coming? This makes it even more ridiculous. Will these people be afraid of the police? And it's not a question of being afraid or not, the police can't beat them.

I looked at it again, and there was no one there. I looked back at Christovich and saw Binyukov bending over the wall looking at me, with the same puzzled expression of not knowing what was going on.

I wanted to go to the window on the side of the walkway and take a look, but I didn't move for a moment. To put it bluntly, I don't dare to move, this is being chased and beaten, I have been beaten and afraid, and I feel weird when I suddenly don't move for a while, and I think someone is playing some tricks.

Just as we were hesitating, the phone on my body suddenly vibrate. I took out the phone in confusion, and the number was the old guy's. Why did you call at this time? Suddenly I seemed to understand, is it that everything has been solved? So the people who chased us ran away? But that doesn't seem right. If they ran away, why was there a gunshot down there?

I returned to my room and got on the phone, "Hey! Feed! Gypsies? Is that you? On the other side of the phone, the old guy's voice seemed very urgent.

"It's me." I answered.

After hearing my response, the old guy let out a long sigh of relief and said, "Okay... It's good to be alive. Looks like I'm not too late, and they weren't late. ”

"What do you mean? Who are they? I immediately asked.

"Huh." The old guy laughed quite smugly at first, but the voice seemed to be sneering, sneering proudly. After laughing, he continued, "Are you besieged? In a church, it is still a Catholic church. ”

"Yes..." I said yes and thought of the gunshots coming from below, "You sent someone to save us?" I said and walked out of the room.

"Me? Where am I ... The old fellow immediately denied it when I said this, but strangely enough, although he was denying it, his tone became even more proud.

I immediately stopped and said very depressedly, "What the hell is going on?" Has the Russian side finally woken up to the same hatred as you? ”

"Haha. No. Let me tell you, it's that former member of my team, Krzhakov. It was he who arrived. The old guy laughed smugly a few times after speaking.

The old guy's words made my head a little unturnable for a while. Krzhakov ... Is it really forced to take refuge in the old guy? This... Is this possible? Could it be that the next crossfire is Krzhakov's vote? This... Such things ... I've only seen it in spy war dramas... In order to prove that he is not a lurker, he is forced to shoot his own comrades...

"What? You don't believe it? The old man said quite relaxedly, "Then you can wait where you are for a while, and I will ask him to come to you on his own initiative." But I suggest you don't bother so much. Time is precious to all of us. ”

"Okay... I stopped thinking about it, and walked down the aisle again, "Are you sure you're right?" ”

"Alright. My dear students. How could it be wrong? The fact that you can talk to me calmly now is the best proof, isn't it? The old guy said.

I subconsciously nodded, and I have to say that the old guy said it well. In the form just now, there is no need or reason for the other party to stop attacking and play any other tricks. So at this moment ... I slowly came to the window and looked down.

Just as I looked down, the person below immediately raised the muzzle of the gun upwards. I immediately shrank back, but instead of shooting, a man's shout came from below.

"Hey. Upstairs. You can come down, I don't have time to wait for you here. If you don't want to get out of here as soon as possible, then bother yourself to talk to that guy. What happens to you after that has nothing to do with me. The man said.

The man spoke Russian and was very fluent. I stood back by the window of the walkway, looked down, and soon I saw Krzhakov standing in the circle of people with guns below.

This guy's face is not good-looking at the moment, even very ugly, and he looks very impatient in the ugly. When he saw me poking my head out, he raised his hand and beckoned to me, "Can you come down?" How long are you going to stay there? ”

I looked back at Binyukov and Kristovich, who were looking at me blankly, not knowing what to do.

I picked up the phone and said, "This guy doesn't seem to be in a good mood. ”

"So don't keep him waiting. Follow him, you can treat him as your own, at least for now. The old guy said.

"Okay... That's it. I'm ready to pass. I hung up the phone and beckoned to Binyukov and Kristovich: "The old guy said that the following people are 。。。。。 It's your own people... I felt extremely twisted by this, especially "My own people... "It just makes me feel a little ... Disgusting. After all, I have a strong hostility towards Krzhakov, and I was once close to killing him. Not to mention that so many of my people have died or been injured because of this guy, but now that such a guy has saved me from the brink of death, isn't it unacceptable?

The three of us staggered and limped into the hall. In front of the altar I saw a row of people kneeling on the ground with their heads in their hands. This should be the person who pursued us before, and now he has become a captive.

Krzhakov saw me walking towards him, looked at me and sneered, and continued to say in Russian: "Guy with an Asian face... It was as if it was our first real exchange. ”

"Yes." I nodded, "I could have done otherwise." When in Georgia, you should understand. ”

"Hmph." Krzakov snorted coldly at my words, then turned and walked out, and just as he turned around, one of his men walked up to us and said, "Give us the weapon." You don't need them now. ”

"No need. Look at them, if we were half a minute late, we'd see three corpses. Krzhakov said as he walked to the door, and as he approached the door, he stopped and looked at Salim, who was still on the bench, and said, "Four corpses, I should say." ”

"Hey. Mr. Kerzhakov, I'll hand over the weapon to you. I'm out of bullets anyway. I said, pulling out my pistol, "But I'm going to take him with me, the corpse you were talking about." Hopefully you can grant me this request. ”

"Whatever you want." Kerzhakov said impatiently, waving his hand.

The old wolf's long comment is as good as ever. I'm very grateful, after all, I can write so many words, whether it's spraying or praise, first of all, I must have read the whole story carefully. As for this, Chechnya and Serbia did write better before. And after that... I'm still trying to write, but the way of fighting has changed a lot, and it's more like a squad in a spy war, which makes the story very different from the previous ones. As for feelings, I think I've always had them, otherwise I wouldn't have persevered until now. Finally, thank you Gucha for supporting me and dealing with the old wolf together. Hahaha

(End of chapter)