Brokhin lowered his head and thought about it for a moment before saying, "If you feel that you need it in particular, of course it is not impossible. But I would still advise you not to leave here. Because the most critical phase of the operation has already begun, you should always stay here. “

"It's because this action has already begun that it makes me feel uncomfortable!" The old guy said, looking left and right, "That's not right at all. Why hasn't there been any movement yet? Could that bastard really be so calm? “

The old guy seemed to be talking to himself, and Brokhin and I looked at each other. Apparently neither of us knew what the old guy wanted at the moment. It's a normal thing to say that everything is normal, and for me to get Rebic back is already a huge victory, at least it makes me feel that the casualties I have paid for are worthwhile. But apparently the old fellow didn't see it that way, and he came here in person with the intention of having a greater victory, and recalling what he said to me when he first got on the plane, showed that it was not at all like that in his plans, at least. The calm now was a bit of a surprise to him.

Just then, one of the old fellow's assistants looked at the old fellow and said, "Mr. Kutcher has arrived at the plantation with the men. The squad members are ready. ”

"Ask them, is it business as usual there, there is nothing but the Turks?" The old fellow asked eagerly.

His assistant immediately nodded and began to make contact, and after a moment turned to look at the old guy and said, "No." The squad and the rest of the eyeliner reported nothing going on. ”

"Damn it... What the hell is the damn bastard doing? Did you go back to spend time with your wife? The old man said with a smile, and then he became the big cat in the zoo again, frowning back and forth.

After a while, the old guy's assistant looked at the old guy cautiously and asked, "So... Mr... The plantation asked us if we were going ahead as planned. ”

Hearing this, the old guy stopped and looked at his assistant as if he had been awakened, "Go on." Of course it continues. And get Berezov ready. At this point he began to say to himself again, as if to say, "Let me think about it... Are they really ready to do it after the exchange is completed? That's not right, then there should be someone nearby... ”

"What the hell are you worried about?" I couldn't help but ask, "Isn't it good that everything is calm?" ”

The old guy didn't answer, but stopped after continuing to walk back and forth several times, and suddenly became a little lost: "Could it be that I really want more?" I overestimated that bastard? After saying that, he looked at Bloxin, "I'm going downstairs for a drink and get some air." ”

Brokhin nodded after hesitating for a moment and said, "Then I'll take two people down with you." After saying that, he looked at me, "Do you want to go together?" ”

Before I could answer, the old guy said, "Take him." If that bastard really doesn't have any ideas, let's take a vacation. After saying that, he let out a long sigh of disappointment.

We each started preparing immediately, and although everything was calm, at Blokhin's request, we all took all the communicators and hid them in our clothes, then checked our weapons and helped the old guy put on the bulletproof vest.

After making these preparations, Blokhin and the old fellow's three assistants gave an explanation, and informed the other two men who were resting in the suite on the other side before exiting the door. The old guy looked very unhappy and followed Brokhin out of the room, and I still followed behind the old guy.

After taking the elevator to the hotel lobby, the old guy looked around, took a deep breath and looked very relaxed. The three of them became nervous, and I noticed that they were close to the old fellow, and deliberately surrounded him in the middle, keeping an eye out for the people walking around them.

The old guy walked around the lobby now, then walked to the sofa on the side of the lobby, picked up the newspaper on the sofa and sat down to read it.

Brokhin and I looked at each other, only to see Brokhin look around and then motioned for his two men to stand on either side of the old guy's position, while Brokhin himself moved a little towards the lobby, constantly watching the people coming and going in the lobby.

I glanced at the old fellow, who got up after simply flipping through the newspaper. Turning his head to look around, he shouted and beckoned to a waiter who had passed by not far away, and when the waiter came to him, he immediately said in Russian with a strange accent: "Is there a bar here?" I want the kind that specializes in drinking, not the kind where I meet pretty girls. “

The waiter was stunned for a moment when he heard the old guy's words, but then nodded with a smile and pointed upwards and said, "You should go to the second floor." I think you'll find what you need there. ”

"Okay. Thank you. The old guy said and suddenly threw the newspaper in his hand into the waiter's hand, "By the way, help me throw this expired newspaper in the trash." And tell your manager that the newspaper is to read current events and not history books, so that he has a little concept of time. ”

The waiter took the newspaper in his hand very embarrassed, nodded a little confused after reading it, said yes, and turned to leave. I couldn't help but smile at the waiter's expression, and watched as the waiter walked all the way to the trash can in the lobby with the newspaper in his hand, and threw the newspaper into it in a depressed manner.

"Let's go. Let's go have a drink. The old guy said as he prepared to walk down the spiral staircase in the lobby that led to the second floor.

Brokhin and the others immediately turned around and leaned over to the old guy when they heard the old guy's words, while I kept smiling and watching the waiter in the distance until the service desk disappeared into the check-in and check-out crowd before I withdrew my gaze. But just then, I saw a man's face from the crowd. The man's face flashed by and I couldn't see it, but I thought I had seen it somewhere, and it gave me a sense of danger. In other words, this face that I have seen somewhere is a face that belongs to the category of our enemies.

I immediately glanced back at the old fellow who was still walking and Brokhin, who looked back at me as if wondering why I hadn't followed. I immediately turned back to look at the desk, and I thought I should go over and make sure, otherwise something would have happened.

I immediately turned my back, turned my back in the direction of the desk, took out the pickup hidden under the collar of my clothes, and said, "Brokhin, I'm a gypsy, can you hear me?" As I spoke, I glanced at Brokhin and them, who were still walking.

As soon as I finished speaking, Brokhin slowed down and reached out to stop the old fellow. Then he looked back at me.

Ask for fat... Is there any fat。。。。。

(End of chapter)