When the time came to ten o'clock, Mikhail and Boris took a deep breath, opened the car door, and slowly walked out of the car. Pen~fun~Ge www.biquge.info Yakov stretched out his thumb from the car and wished the two brothers good luck. Boris and Mikhail looked up at the towering building and walked side by side into the lobby of the hotel, but there were so many people coming in and out of the hotel that they didn't see it, and a man in sunglasses followed them into the lobby.

The elevator doors slowly opened, and Mikhail and Boris stepped into the elevator and pressed the floor where Frank Kstrrow Genovise was located. Just as the elevator door was about to close, a hand came in from the outside, and the man in sunglasses apologized to Mikhail and Boris, and then stepped into the elevator as well. He didn't choose the floor, and walked directly behind the two. The elevator is extremely quiet except for the sound of breathing and the sound of the elevator running. The elevator took the three to the designated floor, and the three walked out of the elevator room. The man in sunglasses was always behind Mikhail and Boris, and Mikhail and Boris couldn't help but glance back. The guy smiled at them and slowed his pace.

Mikhail and Boris thought it might really be a coincidence, and the two found Frank Kistelo Genovice's room and knocked lightly on the door. An elderly man with an unkind face opened the door and took turns hugging Mikhail and Boris. Although Mikhail and Boris knew what was going on in their hearts, they still had to do the work of face, and the three of them greeted warmly at the door like relatives they hadn't seen for many years. The man in sunglasses also happened to walk behind Mikhail and Boris, twisting his neck slightly, and looked at them for a long time.

The man in the sunglasses walked through the doorway before the three of them entered the room, and the sound of the door closing from behind the man was heard. He stopped, turned around, and ran back the way he came. Thanks to the thick carpet on the ground, footsteps that landed on the ground did not make much noise. He ran to the elevator room, frantically pressed the down button, the elevator was still far from this floor, and stop-and-go, the man really didn't want to wait, he ran into the stairwell, running down quickly, the sunglasses were thrown to the ground, revealing the man's angry eyes.

This man was none other than Alexander Popov, who had come to the city of Gorky to avenge the death of Nikolai Popov, who ran as fast as he could to the first floor, ran out of the hotel lobby and behind his car parked on the side of the road. Alexander Popov opened the trunk, picked up the duffel bag that was placed in the back, didn't even have time to close the door, and ran into the opposite building like a puff of smoke.

Alexander Popov, still unslowing down, crossed the first floor of the building, forced his hand into the closing elevator door, and squeezed his body in. Alexander Popov pressed the button on the 13th floor, which was not blindfolded, but the height estimated by Alexander Popov. Already when he was monitoring Boris downstairs, he estimated the correspondence between the floors of the two buildings, which was not the unpredictable of Alexander Popov, but purely the professional habit of a sniper. Almost any good sniper has a keen eye for distance, altitude, wind speed, humidity, direction, and light, and Alexander Popov is no exception.

Alexander Popov was constantly adjusting his breathing in the elevator and calming his emotions. The elevator finally reached the 13th floor, and the elevator doors slowly opened. Alexander Popov stepped out of the elevator and there was a brief floor plan on the opposite wall, which was intended to indicate the location of the elevators, fire escapes, and rooms, as well as the orientation of the floors.

Different people will get different information when they look at this picture, ordinary guests can find their room as quickly as possible by looking at this picture, but Alexander Popov can find the sniper point he needs from this picture. He chose a utility room facing the building opposite, which Alexander Popov quickly found. He put his ear to the door, there was no sound inside, it was quiet. Alexander Popov casually took two hard wires out of his pocket and stabbed the door unlock with only a few clicks.

Alexander Popov gently closed the door from the inside, walked over to the window, and poked his head out to check the situation opposite. As expected, the room where the target is located can be seen here, but there is a blind spot, but half of Boris's face can still be seen. Alexander Popov secretly rejoiced in his heart. He casually unzipped his travel bag and kept his eyes fixed on the room opposite. His hands kept digging out various parts from his travel bag and assembling the gun. At this moment, Alexander Popov's heart was very calm, and his mind kept repeating the words of Alexievich, a vendor in the Gorky black market: "Of course it's not Boris, it's his boss, an old man." ”

The old man had finally appeared, and the effort he had spent all these days following Boris had not been in vain, and his mind kept repeating the scene of the three of them hugging at the door ten minutes earlier. Although there was only a quick glance, Alexander Popov still found a lot of details, an old man, dressed in a sophisticated Italian suit, with an expensive custom watch on his wrist, the most memorable thing is the face and temperament, there is a vicious feeling in his eyebrows, and the whole person can feel the momentum of controlling everything when he stands there.

In less than thirty seconds, the same Soviet-made SVD Dragunov semi-automatic sniper rifle was in the hands of Alexander Popov. Unlike the plot of the gun in the movie, where a gun can be installed in 10 seconds, the sniper rifle is slightly more complicated, not only has more parts, but also has certain requirements for the precision of assembly, and requires the use of additional tools.

Alexander Popov gently mounted the magazine, slowly pulled the bolt of the gun and loaded the bullet, his hand was very gentle, as if he were playing a violin. The smell of gun oil and industrial paraffin wax came from the bolt. This is a habit that Alexander Popov has been doing for many years, starting with the use of old sniper rifles. Popov would apply paraffin wax to the bullets of his sniper rifle, which would greatly reduce the chance of jamming.

Alexander Popov raised his rifle, the barrel slowly protruded from the window, and the doji on the sight was aimed at Boris, who was sitting on the sofa, since only Boris could be seen from here, and he began to quietly wait for the appearance of the old guy.