245, the old fox hidden

12:40 p.m.

A dusty sedan crossed Kaliemstrasse from Kursley Street, drove a few interfaces, turned left onto Route 12 of Liberation Boulevard, and drove into a side road next to the Mutith Botanical Garden. At the entrance to the trail stands a white wooden board with red English and Spanish that says this is a private residence and is not allowed to enter.

After the car drove into this trail for a few hundred meters, the trees on both sides of the road became dense, and the artificially built alloy huan and shrubs were layered and intersected, with distinct layers, and the sun passed through the leaves, leaving alternating light and dark light and shadow on the boulevard, and it was vaguely seen that there were cameras on several towering trees that were slowly moving with the car.

The man in the driver's seat pulled out of the car when he was still a few hundred meters away from the white-painted mansion. The man was tall, with sparse gray-white hair, but it was neatly combed and tied into a ponytail at the back of his head. The upper half of the body is full of wrinkles in a sky-blue shirt, a pair of brown dusty travel shoes under the brown slacks, the shirt is placed on the outside of the belt, and a silver wine jug is held in the left hand.

Two guys in camouflage uniforms and armed with AK47s silently jumped out of the grass beside the road, as if they were familiar with this guy-looking guy, the gunman on the left raised his left hand to stop the blue shirt, and the gunman on the right skillfully searched the body of the blue shirt and found two pistols.

The two gunmen glanced at each other, one of whom called into the walkie-talkie.

"Valenko, Bishkov has arrived."

The simple-looking wooden door slowly opened, and the chains hidden in the shadows made a tooth-aching sound as they rubbed. Pyshkov knew that this was a camouflaged wooden door, made of a 2-inch thick steel plate between the two layers of plywood. He shook his head, he really didn't think it would be like to be rich: what was the point of hiding in a steel castle every day, even if he had the beauty and wine of the world as his company?

"Let him in." A muddy, old voice rang out, "Tell me if he's old too." ”

"It's fine." The soldier outside the door hesitated, and by the way, he scanned Pishkov's whole body with his eyes, "Except for the lack of hair, everything else is fine." ”

The muddy voice laughed, "Let him in, I'll wait for him in the restaurant." ”

Pyshkov stretched out his hand and patted the soldier who had observed him very carefully, and as he went, he unscrewed the cap of the silver flask, and took a sip of it to his lips. It's not as good as vodka, it has a pungent taste and doesn't have enough alcohol.

The floor of the dining room is covered with black and white tiles like Go, and the marble table is lined with a variety of foods, and the equally stout Varenko is feasting on it. The servant who ushered Pishkov in handed over a cup of coffee, but was glared at by Valenko.

"What kind of coffee to drink at this time? Give him vodka. ”

"I have this." Pyshkov raised the flask in his hand, walked over to Valenko and sat down, looked at the table of food, "Can you eat it?" ”

"Try everything." Valenko, who was eating very happily, raised his head and looked at his old colleague in front of him, "We are all old, no matter how conservative we are, do you have to drink vodka until you die?" There are so many fine wines in the world. ”

Pyshkov took a tray handed over by Valenko, in which were several pieces of foie gras, which were cut very evenly. He leaned in front of his nose and sniffed, put the plate on the table with disgust, continued to sip the wine he had brought, his eyes scanned the restaurant for a week, his eyes stayed on a painting on the wall and looked at it a few more times, that painting was Gauguin's early painting "The Seine near the Pont d'Ienne", Gauguin directly put aside the black, brown and yellow colors on the canvas, returned to the three primary colors, painted the sky and the river with green, and used a piece of yellow to express the snow-covered river beach.

Pyshkov did not understand art, but intuitively told him that the painting would not be a fake. A priceless work was hung in the restaurant for Valenko like this, is this guy so rich that he already wants to engrave a word on his forehead?

"It's fake, but I took it for the real thing." Valenko's mouth was stuffed with something, and his voice was muddy and hoarse, "This painter is very good, I was deceived and convinced." ”

"Is he still alive?" Pyshkov said in a teasing tone, and his eyes continued to look around. Every time Kovalenko went abroad, he would take his team of twelve people, who were former commandos of the special forces, and were sent by Valenko to a professional training company to be trained as bodyguards. Pyshkov saw the two at the door, but there was no one else in the restaurant but Valenko, which was too difficult to get used to.

Valenko didn't answer his former colleague's broken question, he chewed loudly when he ate, swallowed the food, picked up a glass full of red wine and poured it into his mouth, took off the napkin on his lap and rubbed his lips indiscriminately, "It's good to see you, you see, I don't have to pretend to be elegant." ”

"Don't worry, you're a nobleman." Pyshkov's eyes were fixed on the edge of the window, which was covered with red and blue cellophane, and under the windowsill lay a half-man-tall cactus bonsai, and on the right table, a shiny black Yalikin pistol rested on a silver plate.

In any way, Kovalenko's origins cannot be described as ordinary, his origins can be traced back to the family of Duke Yusupov, and his mother's family is related to Catherina. And the reason why he was able to get involved at a young age was because some local conglomerates spared no effort to support him since the 70s, and those violent people with terrorist forces liked to cooperate with him, because Valenko brought them not only money, but also their whitewashed status.

"I'll take you for a walk." Kovalenko dropped his napkin and stood up. He was taller and more majestic than Pishkov's, with a lion's nose and eagle eyes under his shaved head, and every word that came out of his thin lips seemed to give orders. Pishkov, who followed him, was more like a henchman than him.

"On what behalf are you coming to see me?"

Walking down the hallway to the living room, there are six bronze statues holding the Dai armor on both sides of the aisle, and the center of the living room is covered with a gray carpet and surrounded by a pale yellow marble floor. It was only then that Pishkov again found two other soldiers standing at the exit at the back of the living room, dressed in black combat uniforms and holding AKM rifles in their hands.

"I'm on my own behalf." Pyshkov brought the flask to his lips, but put it down again, looking around strangely. The living room is large, but apart from a few famous paintings and a portrait of Valenko himself, there is no photograph of Valenko's wife, whom she has never met, and above the piano under the wall on the right, there are faint traces of a picture frame that has been hung.

"Huh?" Kovalenko stood still, the two of them stopped in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, there were two comfortable and soft sofas on the ground, Valenko picked one and sat down, and motioned for Peshkov to sit on the other, "Peshkov, you have the courage to come to me, why don't you tell the truth when you see me?" ”

"What's wrong with your throat? Drinking?" Petshkov still didn't answer the topic, and after sitting down, he looked at Valenko with concern on his face.

"Poisoned people." Valenko's expression was indifferent, "My new wife, Mina, this terrible woman, may she live well in hell." ”

"What a pity!" Valenko shrugged.

"Well, since you've come to me, then, I'll say something you want to know, and then I'll leave. You know, I'm here in Bogotá for business, right, I'm not here to fight you wolves, I'm home in Lower Kavgorod. ”

"You're still young, Valenko, everyone likes you, and your exit is a big loss for us." Pyshkov gave a false salute, "You are an existence that is difficult for the younger generations to match." ”

"Oh Peshkov, if you pretend again, I'll kill you and make your head into a night pot." Valenko coughed lightly and reached out to unbutton the collar of his shirt, "The dozens of meters of killers you ambushed in the mountains and forests outside are probably going to disappear with you, understand?" At most, I am at risk of not being able to go back, so I won't lose much if I don't go back. ”

"Valenko, let's not think like that about each other." Pyshkov sighed stupidly, "I need your help, and you need mine." Is that right? Our unit treats old comrades much more cruelly than in the movie. ”

"It's sad to talk to you, Byshkov. Shut up from now on. ”

"Thank you, just let me listen, I have a good memory."

"Let's talk about Ghana that you want to get rid of, this person, you can get rid of it. But what I say about getting rid of it is not what you know. Ghana is undercover, it's the undercover agent of that eagle, you know? He went undercover to get rid of a few big drug lords, but after ending the lives of the two tyrants, Garner found that when he wanted to quit, there were people who had become climates, opened channels and transportation routes. And one after another, Ghana has become the largest transporter and the ...... of the big drug lords. ”

Listening to this, Pishkov's eyes widened and he was dumbfounded, and he couldn't help but interrupt Valenko, "Are you telling a story?" ”

"My God, Pyshkov, you don't trust you a little enough of where you are now. Kid, the real world is more bizarre than the story, isn't it? Do you still want to hear it? ”

"Please continue."

"After more than ten years, Ghana himself has been in the underworld and backstage in the white road, and he has naturally developed rapidly. In the past few years, there have been many people who want to kill him, but the Ghana who everyone wants to kill is this big drug lord Ghana, not the undercover Ghana. Ghana should also want to quit, but now it is difficult to ride the tiger. ”

Peshkov was fascinated by this, leaning back, his huge body crunching the back of his chair, and he asked, "So, who are the bosses that Garner has done?" ”

Valenko said a few names, and Pyshkov had a big mouth: although mentally prepared, the names of these people were too amazing.

The servant brought two cups of coffee, which Pyshkov took and placed on the floor beside him.

"So, this guy from Vaux, unknowingly, actually found Ghana to cooperate, and used all kinds of self-righteous means to ......." Valenko also sighed and took a sip of coffee, "It's a pity that my half of the template, this Volks, with low eyes, is not a good partner worth working with." ”

For Vaux, Pyshkov did not make any comments. I didn't touch the coffee at my feet, I still lowered my head and drank the wine I brought, and I took a sip of it, and the aftertaste was endless.

“…… One-third of the transportation routes from Mexico to the United States are in Ghana's hands, and the remaining two-thirds are shared by a few others. The reason why Garner chose to cooperate with Volks, the purpose was to use Volks's hand to snatch the other two-thirds, and then Volks could die. ”

"You know, behind Vaux's background is a small terrorist organization recruited and organized by an intelligence agency that is active in other regions, and he plays the role of a liaison, connecting the top of the government intelligence agency on one side, and criminal gangs and certain religious organizations on the other, and those people have never known what they are resisting, from Western countries to neighbors next door - it's funny. So Volks's primitive accumulation came extremely quickly, and in just a dozen years, it became a hot big boss, and this is not just his own mind, do you understand? ”

Pyshkov nodded, sniffed the bottle again, there was not much wine, and he had to save some use.

The problem is that Vaux's plan is to use Ghana to create chaos in Colombia in order to get what he wants. According to Volks' habits, he never leaned his plans to a certain place, so Mo Lei, a stunned boy, and several other Chinese also fell into Volks' chessboard. Of course, Mo Lei just did the wrong thing at the right time, without them, Volks' third and fourth people would ......, and everything in the Chinese community is an accident within an accident. ”

Valenko took a sip of coffee, suddenly snatched the silver flask from Pyshkov's hand, looked at it over and over again, and handed it back to the latter before continuing.

"Nixon, for example, this kind of chess piece is the best to use. The lone killer also preaches some morality, but the devil knows what morality he preaches. For example, Adam, such as Gordon's plan, many things are very clear to Vaux, but the only thing he doesn't know is that his methods seem to be step-by-step, but in fact they are full of loopholes. ”

“…… Of course, this plan is not what you imagined, such as he is going to assassinate the president and then take office himself? It's a joke, the truth is far more complicated than the truth, so you can find out for yourself. As for those Chinese, I will not touch them, and I dare not touch them. But if anyone else touches it, I don't know, and I don't care. On the Vaux side, I can only say that I can't live if I do my own evil! Well, I hate everything that is in trouble, you know that. ”

Pyshkov nodded again, he certainly knew, to say greedy, vicious, insidious, cunning...... All these negative words are no problem for Valenko, but for the stability of the political situation, Valenko will definitely spare no effort, and for those who make trouble, Valenko will kill him quickly. This is also one of the reasons why I dared to come to him today.

"Fuck, it's weird to trust this thing, and if you lose it, it's hard to get it back! My old friend, don't bother me again, the jackal beats the toothless lion? Understand? Valenko said to the end, gritting his teeth.

Ten minutes later, Valenko rushed to the tarmac behind the house and jumped into his EC135 helicopter. The rotors on the plane had already turned, so the moment the hatch was locked, they immediately soared, reaching the sky above the house in a matter of seconds, and after a slight descent, they crossed the mountains and flew towards the beautiful mountains.

There were six empty seats on the helicopter, and Valenko was next to her bodyguard, Ella from Israel. Ella spoke a few words into the headset, then said to Valenko, "It's been arranged." ”

"yes, got it!" Valenko closed his eyes.

Standing at the door of the building, Pyshkov watched the helicopter leave, and looked sideways at his tail box with some dismay, in which two oil paintings were tightly sealed. He grinned, raised his hand and touched the thinning hair on his head, and muttered under his breath.

"This old fox is really ......"

There was a loud bang behind him, and flames rose from the middle of the building, spreading rapidly in all directions, and in a very short time, the entire building was covered in a sea of fire and the like.

Pyshkov got into the car, slowly pulled out of the driveway, and drove along the road towards the city.