In addition to two sets of clothes, there is also a camera, an MP5 and another USP pistol left by D. Not all of these things are to be carried, among them are clothes, and I will have to disguise them after the plan. What about cameras? You also have to carry it, this thing is used as a cover, and it can also be used as a telescope at critical moments. MP5 is useless, although it looks more secure, but it is very unlikely that it will be used for such an action, and it is not convenient to carry it around. So I gathered the pistol magazine and bullets with me and left the MP5 here. Carrying a bag with a camera and clothes, he left the bushes after hiding the other guns.

I don't think I'll ever come back, and I don't have a reason to come back here as long as I succeed or fail. So I carefully hid what I had left behind. After making sure that it would not be easily discovered, he left the place.

On my way back to the neighborhood near the intersection of Marcus Street, I saw one of the two again. The man was still standing in the old place at the intersection, looking at the situation around him. In fact, in my opinion, it doesn't make much sense for them to do this, and they often repeat themselves in one place at a time, when others are stupid? Can't see what's wrong with you? It is estimated that it can only serve as a deterrent, that is, to tell others that Ullman is protected, and don't just act badly.

I grabbed my bag and stopped at a bench a little further away from the intersection, not wanting to draw attention to what I was carrying. After stopping, I put my bag under the bench and lay down on the bench. Although the angle here is not as good as the bench at the intersection, I still looked in the direction of 120, always keeping an eye out for movement there.

However, for the rest of the night, it was very quiet on the 120th. At one point, there was nothing but the sound of the wind whirring from the river, and the snoring of a man lying on another bench. And the two guys also changed shifts after midnight as before, and after the shift they didn't even bother to do any more rounds, so they just stood near the junction all the time, and sometimes even sat down on the benches near the junction to rest for a while and smoke a cigarette.

Compared to the state of the people around me, I myself was always in a state of excitement. I don't know if it was because of nervousness or worry, but I was awake all night, not sleepy, not tired, and it felt like my body was in the middle of getting moving.

In order not to get too boring, I repeated the acting several times in my head. I rehearsed everything I thought of several times in my head. But the most direct effect of this imagination is that it makes me more and more excited, and in the end, I even feel a little impatient.

Finally, at four o'clock in the morning, there was a sudden movement from the 120th. The movement was like the sound of something opening at the door, and it was coming from above, not on the street.

I immediately turned my head to look at the intersection, where the guy who had been standing there for the middle of the night also heard a noise, and he looked up in the direction of balcony 120. Judging from his movements, the old guy probably woke up and came to the balcony.

Has my chance come? Not only was I a little surprised, but at the same time I felt conflicted. Didn't I always look forward to this old fellow Ullman moving? Why is it that I am not so determined after there is really movement?

No, I can't hesitate. If this old guy does go out, I'm going to have to do it as planned. Can't hesitate. Thinking of this, I reached out and touched the bag that was still under the chair. If Ullman had gone out and walked along the river again, I wouldn't have been able to carry my bag with me. Because isn't it strange for a homeless man to carry a travel bag that looks quite new early in the morning? So I'm going to have to put him here first, and then I'll get back here to pick up the bag after I do something to the third person. Yes, exactly.

As I thought so, I reached out and touched the gun I was carrying, and after making sure the silencer was installed. I looked quietly at number 120 again. At this moment, I noticed that the guy near the intersection had taken out the phone and held it in his hand, but he didn't call, just continued to look at No. 120 and put on a look of being ready to dial at any time.

About twenty minutes later, the movement came again. This time the location should be the gate of No. 120, and someone should have opened the door. And at the same time as the movement came, the guy near the intersection held up the phone and dialed it. It seems that Ullman has come out.

Just as I was thinking this, there was the sound of the door closing at 120. Then there was a sound of footsteps coming from far and near.

I looked down on Marcus Street, and in a moment a figure with a cane appeared at the intersection, followed closely by another figure. This is Ullman and his bodyguards without a doubt. And as the two men walked out, the guy standing at the intersection quickly ended the communication and followed Ullman and his bodyguards as they slowly walked in my direction.

Ready to get started? Looking at Ullmann getting closer and closer, I couldn't help but ask myself. In fact, you don't even need to ask to know the answer, otherwise why have I been here for so long? Now that everything is going the way I want it to, I shouldn't hesitate, whether it's successful or not. It's time to act the way you thought you would, because now is no longer the time to think too much about it.

Just as I thought about this, Ullman and his bodyguards walked to the river. Ullman walked while looking at the surface of the Salzakh River and quickly walked past me on my left. This old guy gives me the feeling that he gets up early in the morning and goes for a walk.

The man who was left behind by old Murphy followed me closely. This guy hadn't even looked as he walked by, his attention was entirely on Ullman, not even as good as Ullman's bodyguards, at least his bodyguards looked at me as they approached me.

I sat up after they were about forty or fifty meters away from me. The moment I sat up, I knew the action had really begun.

Instead of turning my head to look at the three of them, I just stood up and walked towards Marcus Street. As soon as I turned into Marcus Street, I quickened my pace, because I wanted to find the third person as quickly as possible, and I was afraid that this bastard didn't act as I thought. People are like this, when they think about it before, they always feel very sure, but when they really start to implement it, their psychology will change, and they will inexplicably lose their previous confidence and confidence.

But as I reached the middle of this section of Marcus Street, a figure appeared in front of me. The figure seemed to be in a hurry, and the man was walking faster than I was, and walked briskly on the other side of the road towards the river.