"Petrov!"

Bavsky turned and walked towards a middle-aged man with several bearded clusters, spreading his arms.

"Ramzan!" The bearded Petrov also opened his arms.

The two hugged each other, touched each other's cheeks, and said a greeting to each other.

"Have you delivered everything?" Bavsky asked, letting go of his arms.

"It's all done, it's arranged over there." The bearded Petrov pointed into the distance.

Qin Fei looked in the direction he was pointing, it was a railroad track, and at the end of the track was a tunnel-like building, but judging from the rusty surface, it seemed that it had not been used for a long time.

He turned his head, looking for the place's peculiar architectural markings.

Everywhere he looked, he saw that Bafsky was honest.

It is indeed an abandoned steel mill.

Everywhere there are Soviet-style architectural style factories in the sixties and seventies of the former Soviet Union, this style Qin Fei is no stranger, because there are also many such old buildings in China, which are the mark of the times.

There was also a mess of all kinds of equipment and steel frames that could barely be seen in their original colors, what the purpose was that even Qin Fei couldn't tell, and there were two towering cooling towers that could be seen about three hundred meters away from him, which was a good sniper position.

If you're setting up your own defenses, the top of the tower over there is a good choice.

Of course, Baskief is such a smart person that he will definitely set up a sentry there, at least able to control the line of sight of almost a kilometer around.

The entire perimeter of the mill was woodland, but by this time it was covered with white snow, except for the poplar trees that had lost their leaves and the pine trees, which still had some branches, but they were covered in a layer of snow.

This trading spot is well chosen, at least from the towers where you can see everything within a kilometer with just naked looks, and if you look at a telescope, you will be able to control the distance to a range of several kilometers.

Sure enough, he is a war veteran.

It seems that Baskiv has already prepared for a surprise attack by a special forces detachment here, and has considered the issue of vigilance.

Now to infiltrate here, I'm afraid it's not ordinary, to avoid the surveillance of the sentinels arranged around, the odds are probably very low, even the top special forces can't do it.

The ground assault was feared to be blocked before it reached a five-kilometer radius around the steel mill, and the people in the steel mill had plenty of time and opportunity to evacuate.

Baskiv must have reserved an evacuation channel, as for what it was, Qin Fei didn't know.

The only way to do this is through the air, which clears ground sentries and patrols as quickly as possible, and then allows the transport plane to land in the target area.

It's just that Baskiv has the latest model of "Stinger" missiles in his hands, and he can't avoid the attack by using helicopter air raids, and if there is the slightest mistake, he is afraid that the whole army will be wiped out.

This old fox.

Qin Fei sneered in his heart and continued to turn his neck, scanning everything around him.

Judging by the faded red stars on the round iron arch in the distance, it seems that it was once a state-owned steel mill.

But that was a long time ago, and now it seems to have been discontinued, and there is no steel to be made.

As for that tunnel, Qin Fei felt that there was a lot of articles in it.

Maybe Baskif's back road is here, and if it were himself, maybe he would also choose this place as a means of evacuation.

No one knows where this tunnel leads.

In the event of a surprise attack, the Russian Army, Air Force and Special Forces will surround the surroundings into iron barrels, and even if they can't get in, they won't let the people inside out.

So, the only way to go is here.

Even if FSB agents were able to get their hands on the drawings of the tunnel, after all these years, who would guarantee that the tunnel had not been redeveloped? Digging a secret passage to escape from is not a difficult task for an illegal armed leader with sufficient funds.

Withdrawing his gaze, he turned to Baskiv, who was chatting with his bearded friend Petrov.

"Oh! I know that you are reliable and can rely on you for everything. ”

Hearing Petrov say that everything was in order, Baskiv looked very satisfied and hugged his old friend again.

Then I asked about the security situation here.

"My people have been around the perimeter just now, but I'm still not at ease, my old friend, today's transaction is very important, and it is also very dangerous, and it is related to your and my lives, so I have to ask more, have you done a clearing nearby?"

"No problem, since last night, I have sent people to search all the mountains and forests within five kilometers of the surrounding area and the places where people can hide, digging three feet into the ground, and now there are at least a hundred people patrolling the periphery of the steel mill, if you add your people, I am afraid that it has reached a full reinforced company, rest assured!"

Petrov patted his chest and assured: "For this deal, I have used all the personnel at my disposal. ”

He looked around, pursed his lips and quipped, "Even I asked my men to bring even trusted relatives here." ”

Baskief frowned and glanced around.

As Petrov said, everywhere in sight was Petrov's men, all of them wearing old-fashioned cartridge belts and carrying all kinds of different guns, which was a hodgepodge, AK47, R4 assault rifles, and M4s.

For so many years, as Baskiv's most trusted partner in Calabel, Petrov was the most effective assistant and the one he kept secret.

In the past, many things were asked to be done by Hasayev, but in fact, as a businessman on the surface, Petrov was no less capable of handling the border than Hasayev, a fruit merchant.

It's just that in order to protect Petrov, Bavsky has always tried to avoid involving him too much in dangerous missions.

But this time, it was the good steel used on the blade that used Petrov's chess piece.

Suddenly there was a call over the intercom.

Petrov picked up the walkie-talkie and had a conversation with his men inside.

"Boss, a convoy is entering the alert area under our control."

"Is it the army or an agent?" Petrov asked cautiously.

"It's not like yes, they drive a Land Rover SUV, there are as many as eight cars."

"Stop."

As he spoke, the cell phone in Bavsky's pocket rang.

He picked it up and saw that it was Ryuichi Kawasaki's number.

"Mr. Chuanqi, I'm already at the trading point, and the time is almost up." He looked up at his watch, "I haven't seen where you are." ”

"My convoy is entering your alert range, please let your people go immediately, and don't behave hostile to us."

"That eight-car Land Rover team is your guy?"

"yes, I'm in the car."

"Where's Mr. Fan?"

"Yes, too."

“OK！” Baskiv cut off the phone and said to Petrov beside him: "It's a guest, ask them not to shoot, check it, send the photo over to confirm, and I'll see if it's the person I'm waiting for." ”