After that, we tacitly agreed not to dwell on this matter anymore. There are too many uncertain things, and our power is very limited, it should be said that it is obviously insufficient, in such a situation, too many scruples, too complex thinking will backfire, make us more passive. So now that we've decided to act, we have to improvise when the time comes, as the old guy said.

The plan was decided, and we all fell silent. It's as if you've finished talking about everything you can say. This quickly turned heavy into a heavy atmosphere, which made me uncomfortable. This may be the last time we can sit together, and it shouldn't be so overwhelming.

I looked at Berezov and said, "Isn't it time to go talk to your people?" ”

Berezov looked at me and immediately understood what I meant, he quickly nodded and said, "Yes." I'll have to talk to them first. After all.... ”

"Go ahead... Let me explain it to everyone. If there are concerns, let them go. The old guy didn't wait for Berezov to finish speaking, and then said, "Those who can hold on are not ordinary people, go and ask them, don't be embarrassed for them." ”

Berezov nodded and walked to the door, and I followed suit: "I'm going to see Kristovich and Semolov too." ”

The old fellow looked tired at the moment, and it felt like the wine he and Krzhakov had drunk before. He nodded at me and said, "Goodbye to them, Kristovic is back in time for Serbia." ”

I nodded and followed Berezov out of the room. Kristovic and Semolov were temporarily accommodated next door to the room where we had eaten before. When I entered the house, Semolov was asleep on the couch on one side, while Christovic was reclining on the couch and not knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing me come in, Christovich looked at me and smiled bitterly and said, "After that, the plan is decided?" ”

I nodded and sat down a short distance from him. And I made the movement on the couch and woke up Semolov, who was already asleep.

I looked at Semolov, and he looked like he had his injuries checked again not long ago. I pointed to the injuries on both of them and said, "How do you feel?" ”

"It's fine." Kristovich glanced at his hand, "Someone came to check it before. It is said that it is not a big problem, but it will leave some sequelae after it is better. It won't work as well as it used to. ”

"Haha!" I laughed, "As long as it works." It's not here. I said and pointed to Christovich's lower body, making a joke that even a man understands.

The two men each smiled. It's just that Semolov's smile looked a little painful, probably because of the various wounds on his body that were pulled.

I looked at Semolov and said, "You'll leave with Rebic early tomorrow morning." Go to Italy, your mission is accomplished. ”

"Italy? And then what? Semolov asked.

I looked at him and said, "And then?" My suggestion is that you heal from this wound in Italy first. You can also choose to cross the Adriatic Sea with Christovic to the Balkans and settle in Serbia. Anyway, Russia, Ukraine will most likely not be able to go back. ”

Semolov was clearly mentally prepared for such an outcome. So he didn't dwell too much on this matter, but turned to say, "What about you? Listen to what you mean, aren't we going together? ”

"Not together, of course." I nodded, "We still have something to do." I said, pointing to Semolov's wounds, "It's not over yet. There is still one last ending to come. ”

"You're going to do it again?" "I thought you were 。。。。。。 ”

I waved my hand and said, "Go ahead." It's been discussed. I said and gestured out the door, "Krzhakov will cooperate with us this time against the people from Berlin." Of course, there are also people from Russia who want to capture the old guys. ”

"What are you going to do? How many of you are there? Semolov asked eagerly.

"Don't worry about it. It's not your share anyway. Take care of your injuries, this is the task given to you by the old guy Eunice. I said.

"What about seventeen rounds?" Christovic looked at me and said.

I shook my head, "No." That's why I didn't let you go to Russia or Ukraine. ”

Hearing me say this, Semolov lay down again and let out a long sigh. After a moment of silence, he said, "In the end, I still lost." ”

"Lost?" I nodded, "It's not lost yet, but it's almost." ”

"I mean... I... Originally, I thought I could make a career in the seventeenth round. Even if you die, you can leave a good name. But now, it seems, there is nothing. Semolov smiled wryly after speaking.

Although at this moment, Semolov's words still seem very utilitarian. But to me, it feels very different than before. It can't be said that it is much of a fault to be utilitarian, let alone a person who fights until the end. I reached out and patted him as if comfortingly, "As long as you live, there will always be a chance." ”

We didn't say anything more for the rest of the night, and I fell asleep in a daze. By the time I woke up again, the sky outside was already shining. After everyone had breakfast together, according to the plan, Rebic left with Kristovich and Semolov and the wounded in Berezov's team, escorted by Krzhakov's men. Before getting into the car, the three of us hugged each other, and this should be the last time we hugged, and I don't think we'll ever get a chance to see each other again, whether it's a success or not. The old fellow did not come to see them off, but hid again in the house with Krzhakov, not knowing what deals or intrigues were being discussed.

After sending them away, Krzhakov's men handed us a batch of weapons. There is nothing special about these weapons, just the MP5 of the German HK, and it is the shortest and easier to carry the MP5K submachine gun, and there are some pistols, which are also German, and the USP pistol of the HK also has a silencer.

When distributing weapons, I looked at Berezov's men, and no one left. All of them look very composed. Berezov seemed to notice my gaze, and as he collected the gun in his hand, he whispered, "Don't look. The people I brought out were not bad breeds. ”

I looked at him and nodded. Instead of concentrating on the things at hand, these things are nothing special, and after a while, we each checked and debugged. In addition to the pistols that were carried with them, all the submachine guns were packed in bags one by one. It is said that the communication equipment can only be obtained from Zurich.

As soon as the old guy and Kerzhakov talked, they felt that they had no concept of time, that is, at lunchtime, they did not come out. We waited idly, staring at each other with Krzhakov's men. And just as I was leaning against the edge of the hut and feeling a little drowsy, Krzhakov's men suddenly seemed to have received some alarm, and several of them suddenly seemed nervous and ran around.