Shortly after we were on the road again, we passed through the border checkpoint, and Krzhakov's group seemed to be quite powerful or well infiltrated in the area. When passing through the checkpoint, there was almost no obstacle to the passage.

Maybe I was a little nervous when I passed, but Rebic even made a point to comfort me. He told me that France and Switzerland have good relations and that people between the two countries are visa-free. We went to Geneva and the French-speaking Quarter, almost no different from France. The most important thing is that Switzerland is not on the side and is not a member of NATO, so there is no need to worry too much.

That being said, I'm still very uneasy. If you don't stand in line, it can only mean that you don't help each other. If it really makes a big fuss, we will definitely be the ones who are unlucky.

After entering Switzerland, we did not go to Geneva, Krzhakov took us directly to Lake Geneva. Lake Geneva in Switzerland, to be exact. The men stopped in the woods by a nice lake, where there were several houses. When we arrived, there were quite a few cars parked outside the house, in a clearing in the woods. And outside the door stood some people, although these people were dressed in civilian clothes, all of them looked like tourists, but from the look and temperament of the eyes and temperament, it was clear that they were all guards.

We followed Krzhakov's car into the parking area, where their men were directing where to park. After the cars were parked, Krzhakov quickly got out of the car, and after seeing the old guy getting out of the car unhurriedly, he looked a little impatient and said: "Can't you hurry up?" Even if it's just for your own great plans. ”

"Good, good." The old guy stretched, moved his legs, and said, "I'm old." You have to let me move after sitting in the car for a long time, right? ”

Krzhakov sighed helplessly and looked at the man on the side: "Is the room ready?" ”

A guy not far away from him nodded at him and continued, "The things were brought as ordered." ”

"Okay." Krzhakov said yes and walked over to the old guy Younis, "Come on." Go see what I have in store for you. ”

The old man didn't immediately lift his feet, but looked around and said, "This place is really nice. Are you okay to come here for a vacation? I've heard that Lake Geneva is a holiday destination. ”

"Sort of." "Now is not the time to talk about this. If you are alive this time and have freedom in the future, you can consider taking a trip to Lake Geneva. ”

The old guy laughed and followed Krzhakov, and just as Berezov and I were about to catch up, Krzhakov's men stopped us.

"Don't worry." Krzhakov stopped and looked at us and said, "I really do business with him, but the more people we have to see, the fewer people who know, the better." ”

Berezov and I looked at the old fellow, who nodded at us and said, "Bring me my catalog." Give our lovely Comrade Krzhakov a first look. Everyone else has invited us to the door, and we have to be some sincere. ”

Berezov nodded, and quickly took the so-called catalogue from what they had been carrying, and handed it to the old fellow Younis.

The old fellow took the catalogue, smiled at Krzhakov, and the two entered a wooden house together, and after a moment asked Berezov to pick out some things from the materials, and then there was no movement, and this was a day. Fortunately, Krzhakov's people did not forget that we were still there, and arranged food and drink for us, but the only place to rest was our own car.

It was almost after sunset for dinner, when the old fellows Eunice and Krzhakov and another fellow came out of the room.

All three looked tired, but they were satisfied. In particular, Kerzhakov and his companions were even more excited. The two men left the hut with a bag in their hands, and removed the guards who had been guarding the door and did not allow anyone to approach.

While evacuating these people, the old guy shouted at us, let me, Berezov and Rebich pass.

As soon as we entered the room, the old guy closed the door casually. The room is nicely furnished, although it is simple, but it seems very warm. It's completely different from what I imagined to be a place to stay in a resort area for a long time.

Inside the door, similar to the living room, on a circle of sofas, there are some document bags. The old guy returned to the couch, picked up a copy and said, "Quite an interesting deal." You can't imagine what's written in it. ”

The old guy's words made Rebich and Berezov look at each other, obviously the two guys who were originally Russians must not be able to calm down at the moment. There must be something shady that can be equated with betrayal, and the people involved in it have naturally become traitors, and they may also be people they have known or heard of.

"If you're interested, you can take a look." The old guy sneered.

Berezov didn't move, probably because he had seen the ones that the old guy had given him for safekeeping, and he knew that the water in it was too deep for him to accept, so he didn't react. Rebic, however, seemed to be unable to resist curiosity, took the old fellow's copy and opened it to look at it.

Of course I have no interest in any of this, and although I am curious, I am self-inflicted on myself to know these things. Besides, these have nothing to do with me, most of them should be the old Maozi period when everyone worked together, how old was I at that time? The beard hasn't grown yet.

"The deal is done?" I asked.

"It's done." The old guy pointed to the things on the couch, "That's it." Hehe. Both parties are satisfied. Didn't you see the appearance of Krzhakov and the guy next to him? The smug appearance is almost the beginning of the celebration banquet. After saying that, he looked at me and said, "Aren't you interested in seeing these?" Just read it as a storybook. ”

"Nope." I immediately waved my hand, "I'm not interested in any of that. I said and looked back at the door, "It's just strange what this old colleague of yours does." They don't look like our friends, but they don't seem to be enemies. ”

"Humph!" The old fellow snorted coldly when I said this, then stood up and walked to the window by the door, looked at it, and said, "None of them are any." ”

"Isn't anyone?" I looked at the old guy in confusion, "What the hell does this mean?" ”

"What do you mean? I don't know myself, but if you're interested in researching, you can spend some time studying these messy scraps of paper. He said and looked at me, "But maybe you can ask that D, maybe he knows." ”

Fat! Ask for fat!!!!! Finally ten fat... It's not easy...

(End of chapter)