The answer is obvious. I couldn't help but glance in the direction of the bedroom, and if I did what Blokhin meant, the Seventeenth Bureau had now become a department of considerable status and importance. A lot of people who have ideas and want to make a difference in their ambitions want to come here and show their skills. This is no longer a little-known and unattended cold stove. And all of this should undoubtedly be attributed to the leadership of the old guys. Although I've always felt that the old guy doesn't do a lot of things, especially in terms of scheduling. But I have to admit that the old guy is irreplaceable for the seventeenth innings. Take the leaders of the seventeenth innings as an example... As far as I know, it seems that they were all promoted by the old guys.

Seeing that I didn't speak, Brokhin continued: "So there are a lot of opportunities and a boss who can help you shelter from the elements, which is a good place that many people dream of. ”

"Huh." I smiled and still didn't speak. But perhaps because of the disdain on my face, Brokhin continued, "I know you've been through a lot of difficult times. You may not have the best impression of the man who has seventeen rounds left as I said. But don't you think that it is precisely because everyone has worked together to overcome the hardships that it is more worthy of faith, and at the same time, it is also a manifestation of team ability? “

"Yes..." I nodded, "That makes sense." But when you really watch your own people fall one by one, maybe it's not as easy as you say now. ”

"That's right." As if he knew I was going to say this, Blokhin nodded flatly, "I said it lightly. But believe me, there are people who are left who definitely have the same or similar thoughts as me. And what you're talking about isn't an obstacle for them to move on. He looked at me, "You don't have to be so depressed... Sorry to say that, I hope I didn't feel wrong. Because you make me feel like you're a little depressed. ”

"Don't be sorry. That's true. I nodded, "The guy in the bedroom said I wasn't fit to continue the operation. “

"But he let you come anyway? And also put you by your side? Blokhin asked, somewhat surprised.

"Isn't that weird?" I asked rhetorically, "Actually, I was supposed to be with Berezov." But that guy didn't seem to want me to get involved with him. ”

"Haha." Brokhin chuckled, "I wouldn't want to." He said and looked at me, "As far as I know about you, you are very enviable." “

"Okay. Don't talk about that. I said, gesturing to the surveillance area, "I'd love to know what to do if someone comes?" “

Blokhin glanced at the surveillance, "Actually, this surveillance is just to prepare us." When the other party comes, we're probably still stuck in the room. ”

"What then? Waiting for the other party to break in? I asked.

"Of course not." Brokhin shook his head, "Isn't there another suite?" There will always be people there. The people who are registered there have nothing to do with what we are registered with. If the other party finds out that we are here, then the people in that room will immediately act to cover our departure. “

"What if the other party finds out that it's a suite over there? Do you want to cover them here, too? I asked.

"Nope." Brokhin shook his head, "At that point, this place has been exposed. Regardless of the suite, all we have to do is complete our mission and protect the target from here. He glanced at the bedroom, signaling that it must be the old fellow's focus.

"I see." I nodded, "If that happens, it means that the people on that side will do their best to delay and buy time to evacuate here." Is it? “

"Not bad. It can only be so. Brokhin nodded, "If we can, we'll think of saving them... ”

Hearing this, I couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Then I still think it's better for me to take the initiative to attack others." Compared to sitting here, guarding against an attack or non-existent attack is a very torturous thing in itself. “

"It's good to get used to everything. Like the ones you do, it's too dangerous for us to do it. Blokhin said.

After that, Brokhin and I stopped talking about the seventeenth round, but casually talked about some of the memorable fragments of what we had done. These clips are very fragmented, and it is not known who is fighting with whom, and what the purpose is. But even so, we were all very attentive to the listen, including the others present, which made this boring time pass a lot faster.

The next morning, just before noon, Kutcher made contact. The old guy didn't talk to him, and it was still his assistant who contacted him. After a brief contact, the assistant informed the old guy that Kutcher had arrived in Sukhumi and had gone to a temporary foothold under the protection of Berezov's men.

When the old guy heard the news, after thinking about it for a while, he asked Berezov to report on the situation on the periphery. Berezov's report was that everything was normal, and nothing was found on our opponent's side Krzhakov.

As time got closer, the old guy began to get a little restless. It felt like he was surprisingly calm and smooth now, and he felt a little uncertain. He didn't know what the other party was thinking, or he thought that he might have miscalculated and that he was about to lose an opportunity to ambush his opponent.

As the time passed noon, the old man became more and more irritable as Berezov and Kutcher each communicated at each communication window on time as the old fellow had ordered. It wasn't until near the time of the move, when his assistant asked him if he had informed the Turks of the start of the exchange, that the old fellow sat down on the couch and nodded a little heavily at his assistant after trying to calm down.

The old guy's assistant immediately contacted Kutcher and Berezov, and the whole hostage exchange operation, or rather the last and most critical moment, arrived.

"This damn room... It makes people feel depressed. The old fellow stood up and walked back and forth twice, and now he walked back and forth restlessly as if he were a big cat in a cage in a zoo.

"Can I go out for a walk?" The old guy stopped abruptly after walking back and forth a few times, and looked at Brokhin.

Brokhin looked at the old guy and said slowly with an expressionless face: "Normally, no. ”

"That's usual... Am I a special case? I'll just look in the hotel lobby and sit down. Is that okay? The old guy said in a slow tone.

Fat, fat, fat. It's the penultimate day of the month!!

(End of chapter)