Alive? Who wouldn't? But at this moment, this is a very difficult, very challenging thing.

Not long after hanging up the old guy's phone, we came to the vicinity of the target police station. We weren't too close to the police station, even some distance from that parking lot outside the police station.

Lukovich found an inconspicuous street corner, and stopped in a relatively poorly lit spot. Salim and I got our pistols in the car and checked each other for any flaws in our coats, such as visible bloodstains.

Before getting out of the car, I looked at Lukovic and Christovic and said, "If we find out that something is wrong, we will not be able to get out." Don't try to come to the rescue, just find a way to get out yourself. Let's go to Grenoble. With that, I opened the door and got out of the car.

Salim and I first went to the parking lot outside the police station. I looked through the barbed wire fence into the parking lot, and there were not many cars parked in it at the moment, many of the parking spaces were empty, and the number of police cars was the majority compared to private cars. Maybe it's the middle of the night. But... The car we asked Sharif to find was still parked there, like it hadn't been moved since it was parked.

The two of us left the parking lot and continued on, and there were still people standing outside the police station today. It looked like the police were talking to two ordinary people, and the atmosphere was not good, and it felt like the police were trying their best to adjust.

As Salim and I approached slowly, I lowered the brim of my hat and walked past the men who were talking to the door of the police station.

The door to the police station is open, and when you look through the doorway, there is a semi-circular reception desk in front of the right side of the foyer. From my vantage point, I could see that there was a person sitting inside, but with his head down, I don't know if he was asleep or writing something.

I didn't go in immediately, but turned my head to look around the doorway, because if I was going to plant a bomb outside, there had to be a place to put it. But after looking around, I found that the surrounding area was cleaned very clean, and there was nothing special, the place at the door was not parked, and the only parked car was still flashing, and the car was not turned off, and it was a posture that would drive away immediately. The only thing that works. Maybe it's the public phone booth across the road...

I withdrew my gaze, turned and walked into the police station with Salim on his feet. The first thing I looked at was the reception desk in the foyer, where the policemen still didn't look up.

I didn't stop in the foyer, but quickened my pace and walked from the reception desk to the office area on the first floor. As I walked through the hallway, I heard voices coming from inside, including the ringing of the telephone and the sound of people talking, and it felt quite lively. But when I actually got to the office through the foyer, I realized that there weren't actually many police officers here, at least a lot less than the number Rebic had offered us. However, the people who are still here seem to be very busy, and the waiting here on the first floor can be said to be brightly lit, and it is not even the middle of the night.

I quickly counted the number of police officers present, eleven... There are only eleven ... And most of them can be sure that they did not have weapons, at least not with them. I quickly looked at the other end of the office area, the staircase that led to the second floor. Just then, a policeman who was taking notes at his desk for what appeared to be a captured guy looked at us, got up from his seat and spoke to us after looking at us.

"Is there anything I need to do for you?" The policeman stood up.

Salim and I looked at each other, and I immediately whispered to Salim in Russian: "I'll tell you, don't make a sound." ”

After Salim nodded, I looked at the policeman and said, "Good evening, Mr. Policeman." I said and pointed to Salim, the two of us were visiting Bordeaux, but on the way we met a thief, lost our documents and money, and... Still lost... So we wanted to ask the police for help. “

The policeman looked at me, then at Salim and said, "Foreigner? “

"Yes... Foreigner. I looked helpless, and Salim and I looked at each other again.

The policeman looked down at the guy sitting at his desk, then at the others who were busy, and when he couldn't find anyone who was free, he looked back at me and said, "You may have to wait a while." I'll give you a list that you can fill out simply. “

I nodded, "Okay." Good. "Actually, I can't write at all, I can't even read all the words, I just can speak. But it doesn't matter, I just have time for me to take a closer look at the entire police station.

The policeman quickly grabbed an A4-sized sheet and a pen. I quickly took the pen and paper, looked around deliberately, and continued, "Where am I writing?" I also need a table. ”

The policeman seemed busy, and he casually pointed to the table on the next side and said, "Just find a table with no one." Just give it to me when you're done. “

All I wanted was his words, and I immediately took my pen and paper and quickly walked in the direction I had already seen, that is, the direction near the stairs. And this policeman, as soon as we walked away with the pen and paper, he went back to work, and as he sat down, I even heard him complain, "These bastards have been crazy lately, either beating or killing. “

This complaint made me a little saddened, because what he said was probably due to the chain reaction caused by our arrival in Bordeaux, and the recent death of Samara should have made the police even more anxious, not only because of the nature of the killings in the streets, but more importantly, after Samara's death, his gang should have been in chaos and fighting for power.

I took Salim quickly to an empty desk near the stairs and sat down. I put the pen and paper on the table and looked up the stairs. The stairs were lit up, and we hadn't seen anyone going up or down since we came in. There are passages on both sides of the staircase, and the one on the left is supposed to lead to the cafeteria.

"What are you going to write?" Salim glanced at the pen and paper and whispered.

"Write nothing." I said and looked left and right before standing up, "I want to go up and have a look." “

"Go up and have a look?" Salim looked at me and was about to get up.

"Nope. You stay still. I'm alone. I'll go up there and take a look and come back. With that, I walked around the table towards the staircase.

"So what should I do here? Let me make up a story here? Salim asked.

"If someone asks, you say you can't write, and your companion goes to the bathroom." I said and headed for the stairs.

Ask for fat!! Ask for fat!!!

(End of chapter)