A day and a half later, Tuo Oil Bottle and Zhao Yi came to my shop. I had already spoken to my family before they arrived. He said he was going out to do some business again. My family asked me if I wasn't going anymore. I have to say that some old accounts left over from before have to be settled.

Of course, the family did not suspect him, and after the oil bottle came, they helped to fool around a few words, and they were even more convinced that my trip was very necessary. But I made other preparations besides finding an excuse for the door, which was that I left my bank card and everything at home, and told them to keep it safe. And I told Zhao Yi to arrange a reliable person or himself, and if I can't come back this time, find a suitable way to tell my family.

Soon, we were on our way to Ukraine. Old fellow Younis didn't come with us, he had to gather his so-called manpower. He told me that everything had been arranged, and that when we got there, someone would pick us up and explain the format to us in detail.

So we split up, we went to Ukraine, he went... His whereabouts are unknown. It won't be a good place anyway. Two days later, we were secretly entered into Ukraine by Zhao Yi, and the reason why it was secretly means that it was not the kind of swaggering with visas and passports. We met with Yevgen, Nicky's men. He was also the one I received when I first came to Ukraine.

After spending most of the day, we arrived in Mariupol. We changed cars before entering the city. After getting into the car, Zhao Yi wrung out a travel bag, "This is the weapon you use." "As he spoke, he opened his bag and took out a pistol and handed it to me," MP443. Then he handed a bottle of oil, "Four pistols in total, three magazines each." Here are also two hundred rounds of ammunition in boxes. After saying that, he continued to dig into his bag, and after a while, he pulled out a scorpion and showed it to me, "Two scorpion submachine guns, the magazine is 30 rounds." It was also three magazines per person plus two hundred rounds of ammunition. I have also prepared daggers for you. ”

"Are you going to send me directly to their hiding place?" I asked.

Zhao Yi shook his head, "According to Younis's arrangement, I will only send you to a designated location. There should be someone there to pick you up. ”

"That person is someone we know?" I continued to ask.

Zhao Yi nodded, "Younis said, you yourself will know who is the one who will answer you." ”

"That's someone we know." I nodded.

After a while, the car slowly stopped, and Yevgen, who was driving, said as he looked for a place to park: "We have arrived. It should be here. ”

I looked out the window of the car, and it was a square, and there were still a lot of people at the moment. Soon the car pulled over. I want to drag the oil bottle, "The gun safety is opened, the bullet is on the hall, put it away." Carry the bag. ”

After the car stopped, I looked at Zhao Yi and said, "Be careful yourself, and tell Nicky, don't run around, and find a place to avoid." ”

Zhao Yi nodded and said, "I understand." Also, brother, if you don't think it's okay, feel free to contact me, and I'll do my best to get you out of here. With that, he handed me a mobile phone.

I took my phone and smiled, "Protect yourself first." Don't worry about me. With that, I pushed the door open and got out of the car. As soon as I got out of the car, I shivered with a cold wind. "Looks like it's not going to be easy." I muttered to myself and closed the door.

After Yevgen got out of the car with the oil bottle, he started the car and left quickly. The oil bottle and I put on the hoods on our clothes and looked into the square. There were quite a lot of people in the square, and from time to time there were patrolmen walking slowly through the crowd. After a while, I saw a man walking towards me from a road across the square.

Actually, there are a lot of people who come to us, but I think this person is the one who came to pick us up. However, I don't seem to know this person, and I don't remember where I've seen him. Could it be that the old fellow is not referring to what we know, but what we can discover?

"Pay attention to the guy in our direction at one o'clock. Someone in a leather jacket is crossing the street. I whispered to the oil bottle beside me.

The oil bottle replied softly, and a hand reached into the pocket of his clothes, presumably clenching the pistol. We do this for a reason, because we don't know the people who come. Who knows if this is here to pick us up or to arrest us?

I looked around and everything was calm. Except for people coming and going, there are no particularly purposeful people. I turned to look at the man who was coming towards us, also holding the gun in the pocket of my coat.

The man approached us and looked at us and said, "Gypsies? ”

I glanced at this man, and not only did we not know him, but he should not know us. The oil bottle next to me looked at him and said, "Who are you?" ”

The man looked at the oil bottle, "You're a gypsy?" Pyatov asked me to come. ”

"Where is he?" Drag the oil bottle asked.

This man really doesn't know us, and now he thinks it's me. And I continued to look around and watch. But everything was fine, nothing special.

"He's in a parked car across the street." The man glanced at the way he was going.

I followed his gaze and there was a line of cars parked across the road, and just as the man was looking, the window of one of the cars rolled down, and a face appeared through the window. I recognized it as Pyatov.

I nodded at the man in front of me, "Take us there." ”

The man immediately turned and went that way. And I said to the oil bottle: "Don't let your guard down. When you get to the side of the car, if you notice that something is wrong, shoot immediately. ”

The oil bottle nodded, twisted the bag and followed the guy to the car. When we came to the car, the leader opened the rear door for us. I glanced inside and there was no problem. And from the window glass, you can see that Pyatov is alone in the car.

I nodded to the oil bottle, and the oil bottle quickly entered the car with the bag in his hand. I took a look around and got into the car, and after sitting down, I took the gun out of my pocket and held it on my lap. Pyatov, who was in the driver's seat, got into the car with his companion and got into the passenger seat, and immediately started the car.

"Sorry to have someone you don't know pick you up." "His name is Russol, and we all call him by his nickname, the star," said Pyatov as he drove the car. ”

"A football star? Soccer of it? The oil bottle said.

"Yes." "It's been a lot of noise lately. I showed up and was likely to be discovered. Younis said let me pick you up, but it would be better to arrange for someone reliable to bring you to me. ”

"How many more of you have, how many of them can be mobilized." I asked.

"Ten people in total. Including me, and Ivan. "I'll take you right now to where Paul's family is hiding." ”

"Is your family too?"

Pyatov smiled and said, "Don't worry about me. One of my sisters is married to a rich and powerful Englishman, and she has basically no contact with us. There is also a younger brother, but he is a soldier in Russia. ”

"I see." I nodded, "How many are there in total?" I mean family. ”

"About a dozen people in total." "There are two of us there there right now. Now all kinds of forces outside are looking for us, as if overnight, we have become public enemies and fugitives. ”

After about half an hour of detouring, the car drove into a remote place in the suburbs. After leaving the main road, he followed a potholed path to a large house that looked like a farmhouse and stopped in front of it.

I opened the door and got out of the car, the house was very old. The main body seems to be still a wooden structure. A path leads to here, and around the house is a sparse wood. I looked at the house, and in the attic window I could see a figure with a gun aimed at us below.

Pyatov followed my line of sight and smiled after knowing what I was seeing, "Sorry, this is for safety reasons. Maybe it's not us who will find this place one day, or maybe we're being controlled. You understand ... ”

I nodded in understanding. After looking around, I followed Pyatov to the door, which had been modified, except for an old wooden door on the outside, which was supposed to be original, and an iron door on the inside. When we went up, the door opened from the inside, and I soon saw another face I didn't recognize, one with a paratrooper version of an AK-74. And not far behind this man, I saw another person, this person I knew, it was Ivan. He was looking at me with a smile on his face.