After reporting to the old guy, Berezov had a brief exchange with the three assistants of the old guy. After that, he left. We returned to our original suite, accompanied by Brokhin and others.

At this moment, the communication and monitoring equipment in the whole room have all been set up in the living room. I looked at the surveillance screen and could clearly see the situation in the aisle.

"Is Kutcher in touch with us?" The old guy said after glancing at the screen.

One of the three assistants looked up at the old guy and said, "Not yet." According to the plan, it is up to us to contact him. They should be waiting for our confirmation there. Do you need to get in touch now to confirm that they are getting started? “

The old guy didn't answer immediately, but walked back to the bar, took another sip of his glass, looked at me, and said, "Every time I make this decision, I feel a little uneasy and even scared. It's a lot harder than deciding to do something on your own. With that, he poured all the wine in the glass in one gulp, "What is this called?" That native saying of yours is that the timid are strengthened by wine. “

"Wine is a bold man." I blurted out.

"That's right! Haha," the old guy laughed and looked at the assistant he was, "inform Kutcher of them, and the action begins." “

After his assistant started to make contact, the old guy put down his glass and walked into the bedroom, "I need to sleep for a while." Tomorrow will be an unforgettable day. Ha ha. “

I watched the old guy fall on the bed and start sleeping, I guess I was not only pretending to be intimidating but also helping myself sleep. Brokhin, on the other hand, sat down on the couch after the old man had fallen asleep, looked at me and said, "If you want to sleep for a while, you can go to another suite." “

"Me? No need. I waved my hand, "I've slept enough on the way here." ”

Brokhin nodded at my words and looked at his men and said, "You rotate." Arrange it yourself. ”

His four men seemed to have been arranged before, and immediately after hearing Brokhin's words, two of them opened the door and walked out. And those who stayed sat directly in front of the monitor.

"Take the liberty of asking a question." I said and looked at the two people left, "Will you all stay in the seventeenth game in the future?" ”

Blokhin looked at me and smiled, got up and walked to the bar and sat down, and whispered, "If you want to talk, just sit here." It's far away from the bedroom, so don't disturb the rest. “

I looked at the bedroom and stood up, and when I got to the bar, I sat down on a high chair next to Brokhin.

"Your question, I can only say that it depends on the meaning above. But now the seventeenth round is a mysterious and full of opportunities for the place where I was supposed to stay. Brokhin took out his glass and poured himself a glass of water as he put the old fellow's wine back into the distance.

"Full of opportunities?" I asked curiously.

"Yes. Full of opportunities. Brokhin nodded, "At first, I didn't know there was such a department. But after knowing that, we found a lot of surprises. For example, the controller of the seventeenth round is actually Klinger. And I didn't think that Klinger was killed because of the seventeenth innings. Brokhin said, glancing at his two men, "Maybe you don't know how much Klinger weighs with us. When we heard that Klinger had been killed, none of us believed it. I don't think it's true. It's hard to imagine how someone of Klinger's level could be killed. How big a game does this have to be to make it happen? And how much retaliation will this lead to? But then there was an unexpected calm. We've been very strange about this, and some even suspect that Klinger was killed by his own people. Brokhin smiled helplessly at this, as if he was the one who had such thoughts.

"And after that? Doesn't anyone there have a say? I asked.

"Say? What can we say? There are too many secrets in each of them, how can they give an explanation? Brokhin said as he took a sip of water, "But then, that is, recently. We know there's a seventeen rounds. They have been carrying out a frenzied act of revenge. This not only gave everyone an explanation at once, but also made many people who had ideas moved. Like me. Hehe. ”

"You mean chance? Do you think there's an opportunity here? I asked.

"Isn't it?" Blokhin asked rhetorically, "Just look at the people in your seventeenth round." If it weren't for Seventeen Innings, they would definitely not be where they are now. I can say it responsibly, and say something that is not very pleasant, many of them are undesirable people. Like that Semolov, hehe. I know him and have worked with him before. He has the ability, but he doesn't have the opportunity to go up, he is older than me, but he is not as good as me internally. But what about now? It's very different. “

Blokhin's words don't sound very good. But a simple thought shows that he really didn't panic. Semolov struck me as a very utilitarian guy at the time, and from this it was clear that he was a discourager, at least far from satisfying himself. And Ivan, not to mention, was reduced to doing the best work at first. If it weren't for the old guy pulling him into the gang, it is estimated that he would still be doing this business now, helping people find a thief or catch a lover or something. As for Berezov, not to mention ... After being born and dying in Chechnya, he was brought to the 17th Bureau, which was still very weak at the time, and he still did very dangerous work, even more dangerous, not to mention that he and a group of people did not deal with him because of what happened in Chechnya, including me.

"This is the battlefield." Blokhin continued, "Maybe no one will come before. Seventeen rounds? Where you've never heard of it. But now it's different, look at what you're doing. Hehe, although they are all dangerous. But it's all merit. All I can say is that if you want to make a difference in your lifetime, this is the place to go. He took a sip of water and said, "One more word." He said and looked at the bedroom and said in a lower voice, "There is also a good boss in the seventeenth bureau." ”

"Oh? Is it him? I gestured in the direction of the bedroom.

Blokhin shrugged his shoulders and said, "Who else could there be?" Don't think I'm flattering. Think of the guy you just met. Berezov, he lost Klinger. Do you know what happens to those involved when something like this happens? You don't know, and I don't want to explain. But I don't think he's going to be a core member of the seventeenth innings like he is here, right? And he can do this, who do you say played a key role? “

Who else has fat? Is it true that everyone is already skinny and gnaws the bark of trees every day like me? Hahaha.

(End of chapter)