Krzhakov quickly answered the phone, and after answering he said: "What the hell are you in?" What's the situation there? ”

"Nacho, Nacho is dead." I didn't use the code name C1, I just used his name.

Hearing this, Krzhakov did not speak immediately, but only after a moment of silence he said again: "What about the target? Where is the goal? ”

"Still chasing. It's still heading east. I said.

"Then you may be leaving the area soon." Krzhakov thought for a moment and said: "If you get to the easternmost point, the fastest way to get to the vicinity of the railway station is to go north and then to the west at the nearest junction, and I will take someone there immediately." I've already asked Berezov to find you. Remember, bite the target, don't lose it, and save your life before anyone else arrives! ”

"Understood!" After I said yes, Krzhakov hung up.

I immediately quickened my pace, although the alley was still finished, but the target was already out of weapons, I didn't have to worry too much, and just now Krzhakov said, the other party will soon run out of this area, I don't know what is like outside, and I am worried that he will disappear again into the crowd outside that still walks on the road without knowing what happened.

After walking about thirty meters, I saw the exit. From my point of view, it looked like a road outside, and from time to time people walked through the exit.

I quickly lowered the muzzle of the gun and took off my coat and wrapped the MP5k in my clothes, a bit like the professional killers in the movies who pulled their coats up to their arms and covered the pistols they were holding. It's just that my appearance at the moment is not as chic as in the movie, to be precise, it is more appropriate to describe me as embarrassed at the moment, because after taking off my coat, there is only a vest with blood stains and sweat on my body, and there is some blood oozing from the wound on my left arm, and my face should probably be worse. But at the moment, I can't take care of so much. I quickly walked out of the alley and quickly looked outside at both sides of the road.

There were already cars moving on the road, which meant that Krzhakov was right, I had really followed the other person out of the walking area. What's more, after looking around, I didn't see the target who I remembered, dark green or dark-colored T-shirts, and targets with brown-red hair.

This guy shouldn't be able to run far, judging by the speed of movement he had shown and the increasingly weight-bearing pace. It's just that he may have changed his outfit, maybe the brown-red wig has been replaced, and at this moment he probably reverted to the image of a bald head and an old man. I didn't have time to think about it, and after a quick look at the sides again, I immediately chased it north, and at the moment I had to gamble like this, and hopefully Krzhakov's judgment was still right.

I immediately chased along the side of the road to the north side, and there were a lot of people on the road at the moment, which undoubtedly made it more difficult for me to find it, and some people on the road noticed my strange appearance, but these people did not react in particular. After about three minutes of chasing north, nothing new was found. Soon I came to an intersection and was once again faced with a choice: whether to continue chasing north, or to go west back to the pedestrian area or in the direction of the train station.

Just as I was hesitating, the phone in my hand suddenly vibrate. I picked up the phone and looked at it, it was Berezov, so I answered the phone while looking around in the backlit corner of the intersection and said, "It's me." I'm at a crossroads right now. ”

"What's the street of your place? Can you tell me the name? Berezov asked very anxiously and depressedly.

I immediately tried to find the sign to answer him, and although I didn't recognize the words, I could at least tell him what the letters were. But just as I was looking for a sign, I suddenly noticed a man walking across the street. Although the man did not have brown-red hair or a dark T-shirt, he wore a baseball cap and a long-sleeved jacket similar to the gun I was holding in my hand. But the feeling of this man walking by the side of the road struck me as familiar.

I immediately took a closer look at the man, the brim of the man's hat blocked the light from the street lamp above, and his face was completely in the shadow of the brim, so that I could not even see the outline of his face. But the man walked with the impression that his legs were a little incompatible, and the figure and movement of the man looked like that of an old man rather than a young man.

"Hello?! Are you still there? Answer my question! Berezov looked even more agitated.

I stared at the man and said, "If you get out of that damn alley, go north along the road." Contact me when you get to the intersection and I'll tell you where to go. That's it. I hung up the phone and walked on the other side of the road with the man on the other side of the road.

The man quickly walked to the zebra crossing across the road and entered the crowd, while I stopped and stood in the dark by a closed storefront, staring at him. After a while, the green signal light on the crosswalk on the side of the road came on, and the people who were waiting to cross the street began to walk, and my target followed them as well, walking across the street without looking back.

I looked across the street, and if he crossed the street like that, it meant that the man was going to go north, not west. This kind of behavior made me hesitate, after all, this is a little different from the previous judgment, if he is the target, he should not go casually, but should go to the direction of the train station as fast as possible, after all, his people should be chasing the old guy or are fighting with the Russians, and he himself wandering here alone is undoubtedly giving us the opportunity to increase his own danger.

When the guy was almost across the street, I decided to follow, even if I was mistaken, or I would have nothing left. So I walked out of the shadows and went straight to the crosswalk on this side and started to cross the street. The man on the opposite side followed the crowd across the street, and when he reached the opposite side, he continued north along the side of the road.

I quickly quickened my speed across the street from my side to the other side of the road, but just as I was about to keep up with the speed, I suddenly noticed that the man had quickly walked into a dark place on the side of the road and disappeared. I immediately walked to the corner of the intersection and stopped, then looked carefully at the place where he had disappeared. I didn't see any other junctions or entrances to any buildings, just a row of buildings jutting out from the roofs on the side of the road. I quickly concluded that the guy probably wanted to wait there, just like the trick he had played in the church before, to put on the brakes. I decided to wait here, and although I still couldn't be sure that this was the person Krzhakov was talking about, and that this was what I was chasing, I decided to wait here because I always felt that I was not mistaken.

I hope you all join the discussion like an old wolf. That's going to be more fun!

(End of chapter)