Grachev has been having a bad time lately, and Hafizollah Kassym Vardak, who was thought to be dead, is still alive, which has put him under tremendous pressure and reproach from his superiors. www.biquge.info Originally, after this well-planned anti-ambush war, Grachev would have been reused and promoted, but now it all flies. The division commander had already talked to him more than once, asking him to solve this matter quickly, and maybe the reward would fall on him, but how could Hafizzolla Qasim Wardak, who escaped from the net, be fooled again?

Grachev dragged his tired body back to his office, and he was now lazily leaning back in his chair with a glass of liquor in his hand and his feet on the desk. He raised the wine in his glass and drank it down, recalling the situation on the day of the anti-ambush war in his heart, Seryosha rushed to the top of the mountain with the enemy all the way, and he saw it clearly on the plane, and then Seryosha reported that there was no trace of the enemy on the top of the mountain, and he also confirmed that the top of the mountain was not large, and there was no place for hiding at all, and everyone thought that the enemy had jumped off the cliff.

Is it Seryosha's problem? No, Seryosha had irreconcilable contradictions with the guerrillas, the guerrillas killed Seryosha's benefactor Vasily, and Seryosha was related to Abdul's death, and Seryosha could not have let that guy go. Grachev thought of Seryosha and suddenly had a thought, although there was little hope, but it was always necessary to try, shouldn't it?

Grachev immediately got up from his chair and washed his face to sober himself up. Grachev drank a lot of wine, although he had drunk a lot just now, but it was not so bad as to delay his business. He walked to his office door, locked it from the inside, and pulled down the curtains of his office. In the darkness, Grachev picked up the microphone and made a call.

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The Leningrad KGB sub-bureau, Chernenko, was working on a mountain of documents in his office. Chernenko was transferred back from Gorky City just half a year ago, and because of his outstanding performance in the anti-corruption work in Gorky City, Chernenko has been recognized by the top management. Not only was he transferred back to Leningrad as he wished, but he was also promoted. Now Chernenko is really high-spirited, and among his colleagues who entered the KGB in the same class, he is the best in the highest position. Chernenko finally lived the life he wanted, he not only bought a holiday villa in the suburbs, but also bought an imported car, usually worked in the city, went on weekends to the suburbs for vacations, and a great future awaited him, who doesn't want such a life.

"Jingle bell~~~!"

"Jingle bell~~~!"

Chernenko, who was working at his desk, was startled by the sudden ringing of the phone, sighed impatiently, and picked up the microphone to wonder which guy was not likeable.

"Hey!" Chernenko said impatiently.

"Is it convenient for you there?" The voice on the other end of the phone was full of wariness. Chernenko was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood what was going on, and it was one of the basic skills to engage in intelligence work and distinguish the voices of different people. Chernenko did not answer in a hurry, he quickly put down the microphone and left his seat, locked the door of his office, and turned the blinds to the darkest. Then he ran back to his seat, picked up the microphone, and said in a low voice, "How can you call me casually?" ”

"Why don't you know old friends when you get promoted?" On the other end of the phone, Grachev said sarcastically in a disdainful tone.

"No, I mean it's not secure, it's a KGB phone." Chernenko did not want to offend Grachev, because he had a handle in Grachev's hands.

"Listen, I reached out to you and pulled you by the side when you needed it most. Now it's time for you to repay me, you understand? Grachev implicitly reminded Chernenko, don't forget that you owe me a big favor.

"What do you want me to do?" Under Grachev's coercion, Chernenko had to correct his attitude.

"Do you know about the recent videotape incident in Afghanistan? I want you to kill that guy in the tape! Grachev made his purpose clear.

"How is that possible? I'm just an ordinary agent in charge of investigating domestic intelligence? I can't help you at all! "Chernenko is telling the truth, he is only in charge of the investigation and collation of domestic intelligence, and he has no interference in the affairs of Afghanistan at all.

"Then use your brain! Listen, if you can't do this, I don't care about those five guys, I can hand them over to the KGB people, or to the Ministry of Defense, and I won't touch the 20,000 rubles you gave me, and I'll have you to look good when the time comes! Grachev threatened again.

"You're keeping them alive! Didn't you promise to get rid of a few of them? How can you do that? Grachev's unbelief angered Chernenko, who, despite his quiet voice, could not help but question Grachev on the phone.

"Not only are they alive, but they have also made meritorious contributions, and one of them was promoted to an officer by me, and you told me that they were your relatives, so I agreed to take them in, and you deceived me first." Not to be outdone, Grachev replied.

"You took the money, how can you be discredited?" Chernenko was forced to despair.

"Listen! The deal between us is still valid, this is Afghanistan, it is not difficult to kill a few people on the battlefield, I have thrown them to the enemy several times, but unfortunately they have a big life, and each time they have survived. But it doesn't matter, as long as I continue to let them carry out the most dangerous missions, sooner or later they will all die here. The premise is that you do me a favor first, find an assassin to take out Hafizollah Qasim Wardak, which is the KGB's forte. Grachev's words are still negotiable, and he has not yet planned to tear up his face with Chernenko.

Chernenko felt the urge to throw the phone out of the window, suppressed the anger and fear in his heart, and remained silent. Grachev, on the other end of the phone, waited patiently, and he didn't say a word.

Half a minute passed, and Chernenko, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke, and he said on the phone: "Okay! I can do you a favor and find an assassin! But I can't guarantee that I will kill Hafizzola, this is the only thing I can't guarantee, okay, okay, forget it, whatever you like! ”

"Okay, that's enough! I guarantee that the deal between us is still valid, and I, Grachev, am not a man of his word. With that, Grachev hung up.

Chernenko stood up, put down the microphone, and sat down in his chair with a sluggish expression. He lay on the table with his head in his hands, clutching his hair with both hands, and let out a moan of pain.