No one answered my question, only the low laughter of Sasha and Valery. I looked at it again and returned the telescope to Paul.

"How? How does my sister compare to what you imagined? Paul took the binoculars and said.

"Good. Not bad. I mean, unexpectedly, much more beautiful than I expected. I said with a slight apology.

Paul, apparently pleased with my answer, smiled smugly and picked up his binoculars and looked across again. After Sasha and Valery continued to laugh a few times, Sasha spoke, "Pretty is good. But gypsies, just look at it. Don't touch it, it's a thorny rose, and there's a big bee next to it. As he spoke, he glanced down at Paul and signaled that his big bee was him.

I didn't speak because I didn't have much to say. That's a beautiful woman, but to say tempting? Want to do something? No, I don't think about it yet, because the work I do is actually very stressful on myself. I myself have analyzed the reasons for the bloodthirsty and violent tendencies that I have had from time to time, and the reasons why I have become more and more numb to all kinds of casualties in Colombia, and the reasons why I know that it is a bit excessive after the slaughter of the Mexican drug dealer family, but I don't feel much of it, and even a little bit of pleasure, I think it is this high-risk pressure that makes me like that, in order to survive, to be able to go home, so that I only care about success or failure, and I feel less and less about other things.

Paul looked at each other and turned around and said, "Don't say that. The ones I did were all for Natasha's good. If you really want to meet someone she really likes and can rely on, I won't stop it. ”

"Stop!" I raised my hand, "What are we going to do this time?" Looking at this stance, are you going to let someone else do it first? ”

"That's all I can do at the moment. That guy is not in Ukraine now, the person went to Russia. And the people he sent were already in the city. So I'm going to deal with the people he sent first, and protect my sister first. Paul said.

"So when will they do it? You won't just rush into your sister's office, will you? I asked.

"It's very unlikely that they'll do that. But soon they should be able to do it, because tomorrow Natasha will go to meet with the Russians, and if nothing else, then the contract will be signed soon. So tonight or tomorrow morning they're going to do something. Paul affirmed.

I nodded in understanding and held out my hand to Paul, who looked at me and smiled, then gestured to Sasha. Sasha immediately understood, wrung out a large bag from a cabinet in the room, then opened the bag and took out a pistol and handed it to me.

I took the pistol, withdrew from the magazine and looked at it, "This is not Makarov. That's almost twice as much magazine. ”

Paul smiled and said, "This is a new Russian product. MP443。 It is said that a large-scale replacement for Makarov was just going to be equipped. With a magazine capacity of 17 rounds, there are few guns with a larger capacity. ”

I nodded, "That's good." What do you do with those people you encounter? Do you just kill it? ”

Paul nodded, "Kill those people." When that bastard comes back, we'll go straight to his house and sit down. ”

I nodded, but then I had a question, "Why don't you kill that person too?" ”

"Nope. I'm going to teach him a lesson. There is someone behind him, and that person is not moving. Paul said.

"I don't understand that. You are just afraid that they will retaliate, but if you keep him, won't the people behind him retaliate against you? I asked curiously.

Paul shook his hand and said, "As long as his life is kept at the moment, the people behind him will no longer retaliate against me." ”

I still didn't understand what it meant, but when I still wanted to ask, Paul directly preemptively said: "I'll tell you about this relationship later." ”

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p; "Okay. So what do we do now? Will the person who is waiting for the other party to do it deliver it to the door himself? By the way, where does your sister spend the night there? I asked.

Before Paul could speak, Sasha had already taken over and said, "What? Gypsy, are you trying to send his sister home? ”

"It must be like this." Valery chimed in.

Just as I was about to open my mouth to retort, the door opened, and a man walked in from the outside. This man was holding a large paper bag, and when he entered the door, he saw me stunned for a moment, then looked at Paul and said, "I brought the food." ”

"Lunch is finally here. Is there alcohol? Valery asked.

The man nodded and said, "Yes." ”

Paul walked up to me and said, "This is one of my little brothers I told you, Pyatov, nicknamed Little Mouse. ”

I looked at this man, and he was about 175 tall, which is a bit short for a country like Ukraine. Paul then pointed at me and said to Pyatov: "This is the gypsy. ”

I shook hands with Pyatov and knew each other. Valery pulled me and took out the bottle and said, "Gypsy, would you like to have a drink together?" ”

I shook my head, "No." You know I don't drink alcohol when I'm ready to work. ”

"Cut. He doesn't drink and we drink. Sasha said, snatching the bottle.

Paul shook his head, "You can drink it, but you must not drink too much." I don't have time for you to sleep at night. ”

It was a quiet afternoon, and we looked at the situation on the other side and talked about our experiences during this time, and so on until the evening.

Paul's sister is still working in the office. Paul gathered us together and told us to grab our weapons, "Get ready to go downstairs." After a while, Gypsies and I went to pick up Natasha in the opposite building. Others were waiting in the car. The gypsies and Natasha drove home in her car. Just follow behind, but don't get too close, don't scare the kids. ”

"Understood!" We all agreed, each loaded up the pistol and the intercom, got dressed and went downstairs.

Paul and I went downstairs and looked left and right, it was rush hour and there were a lot of pedestrians on the road. Paul and I crossed the street to the opposite business building. The security guard inside seemed to know Paul, and after the two said hello, they let Paul and me in and got on the elevator.

"Do you know the security guard?" I asked.

Paul pressed the button on the twentieth floor and said, "That's my man." ”

The elevator quickly reached the twentieth floor, and the elevators opened. Paul's sister was already standing at the elevator entrance and looking at us with a smile. I have to say that it looks more beautiful up close than in a telescope. Slightly darker than Paul's hair coiled behind his head, big eyes, long eyelashes. He has a slender build, about one meter seven tall. Wearing a blue women's suit, a pair of high-heeled shoes of a similar color, holding a coat in one hand and a bag in the other.

"Victor. Coming back so soon? Paul's sister hugged Paul as she spoke.

"Victor?" It's the first time I've heard someone call Paul that.

"Is this the friend you came to find all the way from?" After hugging, Paul's sister looked at me and asked.

Paul smiled and said, "Yes." That's him. You can call him a gypsy. ”

Paul's sister handed Paul the clothes and bag and held out her hand to me and said, "Hello. My name is Natasha. Gypsy? Not at all. ”

; "Nickname. That's just the nickname they gave me. I was embarrassed to shake Paul's sister's hand.

Just then, Paul received a phone call. After a short newsletter. Paul looked at me solemnly and said, "The child is already waiting at the door." ”