On the other side of the phone, he listened to the old guy's words, and seemed to be silent for a while before speaking again. From the tone of voice, it still doesn't sound excited, and it even seems to be a little unhurried. This is really strange, a pair of two old people who want to die when they meet, and have old old accounts that never die, can talk so calmly after the same catastrophe.

"Really? I don't have to thank you. Hehe. Well, that's it. Let's all wish each other better luck next time. After speaking, the old guy smiled and hung up the phone, then put away his smile and quickly disassembled the phone, and threw it away. After doing this, he briefly looked through the wallet and passport I gave him, and after looking at it, he said, "Let's get out of here." It's over here. ”

"So sure?" I looked at the old guy and then at Berezov, "Didn't you say that they were likely to organize people to attack us again?" ”

The old guy didn't seem to be in a hurry, and even made me feel very relaxed. He looked at me and said, "That's what I thought. But talk to him, and think about it in combination with their current situation. We shouldn't have to worry about that. He smiled and shook the passport I had taken from Reed, "This person should be in charge of the action." And this man is now dead. Krzhakov was also wounded, who could come and lead people and coordinate the command everywhere? Is that the Yankee named Brand Brown? The old guy shook his head, "Judging from this incident, Brand was placed in the lobby, and it is clear that this person is not relied on by Krzhakov. ”

I shook my head and said, "Wait." The man who rescued Kerzhakov with Reed seems to be this Yankee. How can it not be relied on? ”

"It's different." Younis shook his head, "From your previous description and what I saw. That Yankee was more like a decoy there to grab everyone's attention. And where was Reed at the time? He looked at me, "See what I mean?" ”

Hearing the old guy say that, I suddenly understood something. I wanted to go out and see what Reid was doing. If Younis says so, the actions of the other side were indeed carried out under the command and coordination of Reid and Krzhakov himself. That Krzhakov call was probably for Reid, who was in charge of arranging everything.

"And there's that. I could tell from the guy's words that he wasn't sure he was going to fight me any longer. Or maybe he's not interested anymore. The old fellow continued.

Berezov looked at the old guy and said, "Could this be the smoke he deliberately released?" Let's let our guard down? And in fact it is being tightly arranged? ”

"No, it won't." The old guy waved his hand, but then frowned again and said, "There is an arrangement, and it is not here." Judging by the equipment of these people, they don't seem to be as well prepared as we are. Most likely, they only have a few pistols and a small number of submachine guns, and if they fight us like this, they shouldn't be able to take advantage, right? He looked at us as he spoke, "He told me to see you in another place." In other words, he does have ideas and even arrangements, but he is no longer here. I can believe that this former comrade-in-arms of mine would not be so uninterested in playing these little tricks you want. “

"No matter what. I think we'd better get out of here right now. Blokhin on the side said, "According to the plan, we have missed the window of time to contact Russia and the Ukrainian side." “

The old guy let out a long sigh of exhaustion after listening to Broxin's words, "Let's go." Either way, it was all in exchange for Rebic. He said and looked at Berezov, "That's right." Nothing is wrong with the Turks, right? “

"Nope." Berezov immediately shook his head, "They were very well-behaved and left after the change." Didn't look back. “

"Huh. This is exactly what we expected. The Turks are more afraid of stretches than we are, and that undercover agent is too useful to them. It's best to save yourself trouble. The old fellow smiled, "This may have had an effect on Krzhakov as well, for he was neither dissatisfied with what the Turks were doing in private, nor did he want to offend the Turks too much." Hehe... This guy is doing things less and less like a Russian. After saying that, he smiled again, and then said, "Let's go." Let's get out of here. As he got into the car, he added, "Kutcher, where are they?" Is everything going well? ”

Brokhin immediately looked into the car and asked, and another assistant of the old guy immediately came out of the car, and this person immediately said: "Kutcher, everything is going well with them." ”

"Good." The old guy nodded, "Help me remember something." The old guy said and glanced in Suhubi's direction, "You have to check it out here." Someone has already run this place well with us inadvertently. The old guy got into the car.

Berezov and I glanced at each other, and from the old guy's words, I could tell that the old guy was very dissatisfied with the previous eyeliner here. Maybe we'll have to clean up the place in secret. But this has nothing to do with me, and Berezov is expected to get involved.

Berezov and I got back into the car, and the car took us all the way northeast. After half a day's drive we came to a small town, where we changed cars for a short rest, and then continued our journey to the northeast overnight, and after more than a day of driving, we came to the border between Georgia and Russia.

There were already people waiting for us here, and we crossed the border without any problems. After crossing the border, we flew back to Ukraine with the bodies we had brought back all the way.

On the return to Mariupol, I still didn't see Rebic. After a brief inquiry, I learned that because of Rebic's capture, he and Kutcher went directly to Russia, just like before, Rebich had to explain the black history during his captivity.

The old guy went to the hospital for a complete examination after coming back, and the results of the examination were that the old guy was advised to drink less alcohol and pay more attention to rest. After the old guy left the hospital with an unhappy face, he immediately called a meeting of the leaders of the Seventeenth Bureau. Of course, I didn't have my share in this meeting, so I had to go back to Paul alone.

Paul's place is now pretty much my home in Ukraine. When Paul saw me, he didn't ask much, just called Valery, and Sasha and the others went to his house for a big meal. Now the rules of the seventeen bureaus are getting bigger and bigger, and even people who know each other no longer talk about the seventeen bureaus, although most of everyone is doing things for the seventeen bureaus, but because of this, everyone will not ask each other anymore.

At the dinner table, I learned that there were a lot more people in the training base than when I left. These people were all new recruits, and in addition to the most common Slavs, there were quite a few newly recruited Colombians. I was very interested in this news, and after chatting about it, I learned that the seventeenth game has been holding Colombia for a long time and is preparing closely. They even half-jokingly said that maybe I would have a chance to return to Colombia soon.