But something strange happened again, and I waited in the dark part of this intersection for two signal light cycles, and the figure did not appear again. I'm pretty sure I didn't see any of the targets I had just targeted coming out of the dark-out area, and though there were two waves of people walking through the area afterward, I was also certain that he didn't get out of the crowd.

After waiting for almost another signal cycle, Berezov appeared near the intersection with two men. The three of them didn't see me, and Berezov, who was walking in front, stood at the intersection looking very embarrassed, and after looking left and right, he tried to take out his phone.

I immediately said through the communicator, "D1, I see you." Don't use the phone, cross the street immediately and come across the road. ”

Berezov heard my voice and immediately looked across the road, and although he still didn't see me, he did as I said, quickly walked into the middle of the people who were about to cross the street, and came to my side together after the signal light changed.

While Berezov and the others were approaching, I kept staring at the other side, and at this moment it was already a third wave of people walking past where he was hiding, and this guy still didn't move at all, as if there was no one there.

I suddenly felt that something was wrong, and more importantly, it was not an option to wait like this. So, without waiting for Berezov to find me, he walked straight out of the corner. And as he walked, he said to the communicator, "Don't follow me." Waiting for me on this side, I'll go over and take a look. ”

"Roger." Berezov quickly agreed, and then glanced at me as I walked to the waiting line. I glanced back at him, shook my head at him slightly, and he quickly turned his head and led the man back to the side of the road heading west.

Soon, the signal light jumped, and it was our turn to cross the street. I walked unhurriedly along the road with the other pedestrians on the road. While crossing the street, I was able to keep an eye out for the people coming from the opposite side, none of whom I was looking for, and the people who were crossing the street were all young, and none of them were old at all.

I quickly came across the street, the gun I had been holding in my hand slowly pointing forward, and I walked under the protruding roof with pretense of ease. After seeing the situation in this area, something unexpected happened. Because there's no one here, no one is standing or hiding here all the time.

I couldn't believe my eyes, and my first reaction was that there must be some entrance here, one I hadn't noticed before. However, after scanning around, I did not find any open entrances and exits, and the only one was locked with a lock from the outside, and I reached out and touched the lock, and there was a layer of fine ash stuck to my hand, which completely showed that there was no one here, and it was impossible to leave here.

I kicked the locked door in front of me with some annoyance, and after a loud noise, Berezov and the others thought something was happening, and the three of them immediately rushed straight from the other side of the road, ignoring the traffic lights and vehicles on the road.

"He ran away! Damn it! I looked around as I spoke, and suddenly, I noticed something by the wall.

Berezov quickly approached me with someone, and after seeing me clearly, he said with a blank face: "Ran away? Where did it run from? ”

I quickly approached the things I had found, and as I got closer, I picked them up. It was a hat and a long-sleeved jacket, and a pair of trousers, all of which were in the same style as the one I was eyeing the man, and a small cloth bag turned out, presumably for something. In other words, this old bastard actually changed his clothes here without hurrying?!

At this moment, I felt very annoyed. Old fellow Younis used this trick when he was training our gang, but I didn't learn my lesson, I thought this guy would be as static as he was in a church, and I even thought he was at the end of his rope and couldn't leave. But reality gave me two resounding slaps in the face. Not only was this old bastard not blocked by me, but he should have walked out of front of me in a big way.

I slapped myself hard, and immediately after the slap, I took out the phone and dialed Kerzhakov's phone again, and at this moment I was like those Kuomintang agents in film and television dramas who missed the opportunity and failed to capture the underground workers of our party, and at the same time I was a little ashamed and more angry and angry.

The phone was quickly connected again, and judging from the movement on the other end of the phone, Krzhakov's surroundings were relatively quiet, and they were no longer as noisy as when the previous program began to act, and it was estimated that the people from Neddorf had almost run away.

"I lost it. The man changed his clothes and ran away... I said it head-on.

Krzhakov seemed quite calm after hearing my words, he only sighed slightly and said: "Then I don't think you know what he is dressed in, right?" ”

"Yes... That's right. I was ashamed to answer.

"Okay." Krzhakov was silent for a moment after speaking. He seemed to think about it, and after about half a minute he spoke, "Where did you lose it?" ”

"A crossroads. To the west is to Neddorf. To the north... I said immediately.

"Don't worry about going north. Head west right now. And what about Berezov? Is he with you? Krzhakov asked.

"Yes." I looked up at Berezov.

"Take him with his people. Heading west, come to the square here, the police should be coming soon, so you'd better hurry. That guy won't leave as long as he still wants to win A1, hurry up! Kerzhakov said.

"Understood!" I answered and hung up. Then I quickly shouted at Berezov, and with him I quickly crossed the street, running all the way west.

"Where's your gun?" I asked Berezov as I ran.

"In his bag." Berezov said, gesturing at one of his men, "I'm not like you wrapped in that garment. Looks like a fool. ”

I didn't have time to argue with him, because as he spoke, I heard the sound of sirens, and then several police cars whizzed past us, also in the direction of Niederdorf.

"Damn the cops. It couldn't have come at a better time. Berezov muttered a sentence and looked at me and said, "What if they block the road and prevent us from entering?" ”

"If that's the case." I said and subconsciously glanced at the gun that was still wrapped in my clothes, "Then you can only use it to open the way." ”

The second change. Go out for an event today. So it's a little late...

(End of chapter)