The old guy gloated and said, "From the time they appeared, and the things they did, I think that's how it is." So you try to delay now, and by tomorrow Krzhakov will not be able to turn over. ”

"Are you sure that guy wouldn't have other ideas? Won't you just keep an eye on us? I asked.

"Do you think he has anything else in mind at the moment?" The old fellow asked rhetorically, but before I could answer, he continued, "If he had, he wouldn't have put so much effort into capturing you." Don't think too much, stay vigilant, the route I confirmed with Semolov is still a bit confusing. Delay as long as you can, and be careful of people coming from Berlin. These people should be looking for you too, and they are not easy to deal with, even harder. The old fellow paused as he spoke, "You go all the way north, and according to the route that has been laid out, you will pass by a man called... A place called Konyak. Here I have a car for you, as well as new clothes, a new phone and some emergency stuff. Notify me when you get there. I'll tell you where these things are. ”

"Understood!" I answered.

"That's all I can do at the moment. I hope you all go well. Oh yes. After you change cars, it's best to keep your car in a relatively easy place for people to spot, but not too conspicuously. You know what I mean. The old guy hung up the phone.

I put away the phone and looked at Binyukov, who was driving, and said, "Go to Konyak." Do you recognize it? ”

Binyukov nodded and said, "Yes." This place is right in the direction we are heading. If all goes well. We'll probably be there by daybreak. ”

"Good. Let's go there first. Younis was there to prepare things for us. I nodded.

"Understood." Binyukov said yes and started intently.

And I thought back to what the old guy had just said. The reason why I look back and think about it is because what he said just now seems to be saying that Krzhakov and the people from Berlin are not of the same mind. Not only is it not the same heart, it seems that there is still a great suspicion between them, at least at this moment.

After Krzhakov's family fell into the hands of the old guy, the gang was clearly worried that something bad would happen to the guy. This can be seen from the fact that the people who watched Komova's mother and daughter did not hand them over directly, but came to the office area on the first floor and talked with them standing there. Now that I think about it, it may have been a negotiation, a war of words. Otherwise, if everyone says yes, then there is no need to waste saliva and time, the people who come go upstairs, and the people who guard hand over the people, it's as simple as that.

In addition, judging by what the old guy said, the old guy wanted to somehow let Krzhakov know that he no longer had any leverage in this matter after Lukovich arrived with Komova, and the old guy wanted to force Krzhakov to submit, and not ask for Krzhakov's life. Judging from the current form, there is a high probability of submission, and even the Berliners probably think so.

I can't help but laugh when I think about it. Because it occurred to me that if this is really what I thought, then it is not quite possible that Krzhakov will become our partner? Or even turned into a defection back to Russia? Maybe... Maybe he will become the big leader of the seventeenth inning, and become the right-hand man of the old guy again... This..... Isn't it hilarious? This is even more unacceptable than the fact that Berezov and I became comrades-in-arms after the fighting in Chechnya. Because Berezov is at least fighting for his country, there is nothing wrong with that, and no one has a choice. And that guy is just a traitor... Associate with traitors ... This is an insult in a way.

"Do you want to dispose of your arm?" Just as I thought about the mess, Salim's head stuck out and looked at me.

I glanced at my left arm and nodded, turned sideways and put my arm in front of him and turned on the reading light on the roof.

Salim looked at my arm and said, "The bullet wasn't in it, it just made a hole in your arm, and it felt like... It's like cutting it with a knife... Salim said and looked at his voice again, reaching out and pulling it, "The flesh is turned out, and a piece is missing." The bleeding has almost stopped, but it requires stitches, and I guess I'm going to get an infection if I leave it like this. ”

Speaking of infections. The first thing that came to mind was the one that narrowly escaped death in Afghanistan. Honestly, I don't want a second time. Although it is difficult for that kind of thing to happen here, after all, this is not a deserted mountainous area, and it is relatively easy to find some medicine or even a doctor. But that would still be risky, but fortunately, if it looks like the old guy had planned for a long time, we won't be on the run for long whether it succeeds or not.

"Let's take it simply. Just tie it up for me. I looked at Salim and said.

"That's all there is to it. I can't help it if you ask me to make something different. Salim said with a helpless smile.

I nodded, smiled as well, and told them how we were at the moment, holding back the pain. My words made everyone's hearts feel a little better, although the next period will be very difficult, but it still gives us some hope, after all, it is much better than going all the way to the border without any hope.

The road was very peaceful, no one caught up with us, and there were no obstacles. We drove all the way, and I think it might be that Krzhakov's men hadn't had time to determine the direction of our escape. Because the old fellow had said that the course he and Semolov had drawn up was somewhat deceptive. For example, if we are heading north at the moment, it stands to reason that we should go east or southeast. Let's hope that guy is in a hurry to chase him out in the wrong direction.

Our arrival at Konak was about as good as expected. At dawn we got off the highway and entered the range of Konyak. I contacted him at the request of the old guy and gave the phone directly to Binyukov after getting through. He drove all the way to a large public parking lot under the direction of the old fellow, and found our car without incident.

It's a very ordinary Peugeot, but it's a little bigger than the one we're driving now. At the direction of the old guy, Binyukov found the car keys wrapped in a plastic bag in a drainage ditch next to the parking lot. In the car, we found what the old guy left for us.

We first turned off all the phones we were using and threw them into our old car, then we changed our clothes, assigned the new phones, and transferred all our weapons to the new car. After getting ready, Binyukov drove our car into a street parking space on a shopping street. After waiting for Binyukov to return, we got into the old guy and arranged for us to leave the new car, and returned to the highway and continued north.

Have a great weekend everyone!!!

(End of chapter)