Ten o'clock in the evening. Lukovic drove to the old wolf with Christovic and Salim and the equipment we needed. The old wolf left the hiding place with Ah Liang and me, and the fat man was picked up by Ah Kan and two of us before we left.

Tonight's Marseille was much more lively than the night we had the operation, with police cars and ambulances whizzing by along the way. There was even a road chase on the way out of town, and gunshots were also heard.

Such a scene made the old wolf who drove the car look very proud, and he couldn't help but smile every time a police car and ambulance passed by. Especially when I saw a road chase, I almost applauded from the sidelines.

Marseille to Bordeaux is 600 kilometers, which is not far away, but it is not close. Fortunately, the road in France is easy to walk, so the road after leaving Marseille was quite smooth, but after driving for five or six hours in a row, not to mention the person who drove it, I felt very tired all the way. Not to mention that the old wolf has been busy during the day, and he hasn't had a good rest at all.

So after the early hours of the morning in the city of Agen, we stopped by a petrol station to get ready for a quick break. This gas station is more like a rest area, not only for refueling, but also for 24-hour convenience stores and restaurants.

After a few of us parked the car, Ah Liang and I entered the restaurant to get something to eat, and the old wolf directly put down the chair to sleep for a while, he didn't want to eat, just asked us to bring him a cup of coffee. Lukovich, on the other hand, seemed to be hungry, and they followed me and Liang into the restaurant.

The restaurant is not big, and at the moment there are only two waiters except us, and there are no other customers. We ordered some food casually, but in fact, there was no good food in such a place and time, only some junk fast food to eat and it was not fresh.

"Who else is here besides you?" I looked at Lukovic as I ate, and they asked.

"In addition to the three of us, Paul also sent quite a few people." Salim spoke, "But it's all scattered. And not together. The three of us were just brought over to act with you. ”

I nodded and said, "Is there anything else sent to Berezov?" “

"Yes." Lukovich said, "There are several people on his side. There were also some sent to Semolov, but there were more with Berezov. “

"Berezov more?" I repeated Lukovic's words. Because this arrangement makes people feel strange. Berezov shouldn't be here at the moment, and the commander-in-chief like the old guy Younis is directing everything in Marseille, is this to make Berezov's side have any big actions? Give the dummy? Or are both sides acting at the same time? So what is Berezov doing? It shouldn't be looking for someone, they're more suitable to kill someone. Who needs to be killed now? I can't think of a second person besides Krzhakov. That is, it is possible that they are preparing to strike at Krzhakov?

"Do you know that the Russian side did not agree to the actions of the old guy?" I asked.

When I said this, they all looked at each other, and then they all shook their heads. Lukovic began: "We didn't get any news, but one day we were suddenly gathered together by Paul and then picked up by the men of the Seventeenth Bureau and sent to Italy. “

"Didn't the old guy tell you anything?" I asked.

"Nope." Salim shook his head, "We don't know exactly what we're going to do right now. Just listen to Younis's arrangements, and these arrangements are improvised. “

I nodded and didn't say anything more, because I already knew that the old guy hadn't told many people about it, maybe not many people knew that he was looking for someone, and even fewer knew that he was looking for a wife and children. This can be seen from the fact that he has already taken out the photos and has not said it explicitly. He naturally knows that others can know about their relationship through photos, but he didn't say it to mean that he didn't want anyone to know, and those who knew should not talk too much, just do what they have to do. I remembered the old guy patting me on the shoulder in the car and saying that it was very important to put his hands on me. This should be a hint that I am trying to figure it out...

"What are we going to do now?" Christovic asked.

Hearing him ask, Lukovic and Salim also looked at it. I retracted my thoughts, looked at them, and said, "Go to Bordeaux and find someone." And these two are likely to be in the hands of seventeen round opponents. “

"So we're ready to do it when we get there?" Lukovic asked.

"Nope." I waved my hand, "We don't know exactly where it is. After I finished speaking, I pointed to the outside of the restaurant, "That's why I found this Mr. Lu and relied on his connections and eyeliner to help." ”

"Like you did with Ogier and Fat Pryanko?" Salim asked.

"That's right. That's it. I nodded and felt something was wrong, "But the situation is very different, in the past 17 innings in Ukraine was the head of the game, but now it is the opposite, our opponent has played the role of the original 17 innings." And it seems to me that their form is still better than ours at that time, even superior. “

"What does that mean?" Kristovic asked, puzzled.

Before I could speak, Salim said, "It means that the method we are using now may not be effective. The other party is the head snake, maybe we didn't find each other there, but the other party found it first. ”

"Salim is right." I said and looked at Christovich, "That's what I'm worried about right now." We can say that we do not understand this at all. Even the language is a big problem. And since the other party can do it in Bordeaux, there must be some reliance, in this case, we come here, the risk is self-evident. “

"So what now?" Lukovic asked.

"It can only depend on the ability of this Mr. Lu. As for us, we can only watch as we go, and be careful. But if you find something wrong, don't worry about the task and protect yourself. ”

As I spoke, the phone on the restaurant counter rang suddenly. I glanced at the counter, and saw a night attendant pick up the phone strangely, and after a few words, he looked at us. Then he put down the phone and walked over quickly, and after walking up to us, he said, "Which of you is a gypsy?" ”

This inexplicable phone call made me nervous, and I looked at the phone that was still at the counter. Who would contact me like that? If you know the name Gypsy, you should be someone who knows me well. Could it be that something is wrong? Was it a last resort to use such a contact method?

I stood up and followed the waiter to the counter, picked up the phone and listened. It was quiet on the other end of the line, and I couldn't hear anything. And just as I was hesitating to speak, a voice came from the other side of the phone, and it was a man, speaking English.

Seeking fat... Ask for fat...

(End of chapter)