The old guy's words couldn't help but chill my heart, which not only meant that the little illusion I still had was shattered, but also the old guy himself was finished.

"No!" I immediately retorted, "We still have a chance!" I'll come to you at once, and we'll run away together. And then think of a way, and then think of a way! ”

"There's no time. I'm now surrounded by people from the CIA, and my gun is out of bullets, and I'm a scrap metal that can't even burn a stick. Hehe. The old fellow laughed, "I saw Bloxin, I could even see the beads of sweat on his face." It seems that in the end it was not us, nor the bastards from the Berlin station, but the guys from the Russian Foreign Intelligence Agency. ”

"How is this possible?" When I heard the old guy's words, I immediately retorted, because before, the Russian guys were nothing more than a lot of people, and it was the Berlin station who were constantly attacking, and the group of Russians led by Blokhin were just struggling to support, tired of parrying, trying to catch up with the old guy.

"Nothing is impossible, the people at Berlin Station are retreating, they can't hold on. But none of that matters, listen to me, we did our best, your mission is done. Go home and don't do it again. Let's run your little shop well, I actually think that shop is pretty good. That's it, I had to end the call, and that Blokhin was already watching me walk towards me. Remember, leave quietly, the Russians and the Berlin station will lure the police away, this is your chance, don't let it go. The old guy hung up the phone as soon as he finished speaking.

"Wait... Before I finished speaking, I heard a busy tone from the phone, and I immediately dialed it back, but the phone could not be connected, and it was supposed that the old guy had destroyed the phone after hanging up. "Damn it!" I threw the phone out in a fit of rage, slamming it into a parked car and falling apart, sending a sharp pain from the wound in my body.

I stopped, stood next to a car, and quickly checked the bullets in my gun, holding back the pain. There was one round left in the magazine, one in the chamber, two rounds. I quickly reached for the magazine on my body, and no, there was nothing left on my body at the moment. I took a deep breath and tried to stabilize my emotions. I turned my head to look at the entrance of the mall, where there were still gunshots, but it seemed to be farther and farther away.

I regained my gun and walked towards the entrance. I decided to check it out, maybe I still have a chance? It occurred to me that in Chechnya, we were being chased around by the Russians, and one day there was an encounter in a barren mountain. The battle didn't go well, and at one point I was left with the wounded Paul and the guy named Hannibal, and the others either died or fell into the hands of the Russians and became prisoners. We thought it was over, but in the end it wasn't, and we not only rescued the others, but also beat the Russians away with the Chechens who arrived. Maybe it will be the same this time, let me save the old guy from a desperate situation.

However, as I approached the entrance to the shopping mall and the parking lot, I was forced to stop because there was a movement from above, it was a sound of footsteps, and there were quite a few people in the sound.

I quickly stepped aside, crouched down beside a parked car, and looked out into the doorway. A moment later, two figures appeared from the entrance and exit at the same time. Both of them were holding MP5 submachine guns in their hands, and when they came to the parking lot, they looked left and right, and after making sure that there was no situation, they quickly signaled behind them, and then two more people with pistols appeared from behind, and out of behind these two people was Bloxin, and Brokhin was holding a pistol in one hand and the old guy Younis with his hands handcuffed in the other.

The old guy staggered and limped fast. He was followed by two other men, six of whom surrounded the old fellow and Brokhin in the middle. They looked around vigilantly as they walked. I couldn't help but clench the gun in my hand, I only have two bullets, and I can finish out two people at most, but what about the rest? Maybe when I only fired one shot, I would fall under the guns and be beaten into a sieve. It's not a good idea to do it directly...

I looked at the car next to me and drove into them? It's a pity I don't have the keys, and when I start the car, maybe they're all out of here, and most importantly, they're not stupid, and when someone suddenly drives at them and the stupid knows they should shoot, I probably won't be able to hit them at all and it's over. That won't save the old guy either.

I quickly thought of a way to do it as I watched them slowly pass through the passage in the parking lot in front of me, but I really couldn't, it made me think I should use a gun, don't think about it so complicated, even though there are only two bullets, I have to try, maybe I will have a chance to drag them down?。。。 But just as I was slowly moving to the other side of the car, the old guy they were escorting suddenly spoke.

"I said... Can you go faster? Are you all hurting your legs? Are they all lame? Or are you guys scared? Did someone who was afraid of me suddenly appear and shoot at you? The old fellow asked aloud, as if he were not talking to Brokhin beside him, but to someone who was standing at a distance.

Brokhin didn't answer, but continued to look around vigilantly, still moving forward at his original speed. The old guy didn't seem to care, he smiled and said loudly, "Don't come out." These guys can't do anything about me, they will just eat and drink like a master. After saying that, he glanced at Brokhin and smiled, "Am I right?" Hahaha. I have a way to deal with them. Hahaha. ”

Even a fool at the moment could tell that the old guy didn't say this to Blokhin and a few other Russians. He's telling me, old fellow Eunice, this old thing is often annoying, but he knows me, and he's expected me not to be so obedient to leave, and he's telling me not to be impulsive, and not to save him.

"Go home. I haven't been back to Russia for a long time. I mean my own home, my hometown. What about you? Do you go home often? The old man's voice came again, "Don't stop talking, you guys win, relax." It's time for everyone to go home, don't you miss home? Our mission is all done, and everything is over. ”

Listening to the old guy's words, I slowly let go of the gun in my hand, and at that moment I thought of my parents who were still waiting at home, and they didn't know what I was doing. Still waiting for me to come home, like the old guy said, it seems like I haven't been home for a long time, and I haven't contacted them.

I watched the Russians go farther and farther away, there was no chance, I had to face reality. The cautious appearance of Brokhin and his men would not give me a chance at all. Tonight's play is over, and the seventeen rounds are over.

Seeking fat... Ask for fat. Ask for fat.

(End of chapter)