Griletu put away his papers and opened the second layer of the box, where a Makarov pistol wrapped in plastic and embedded in inky sponge lay quietly. Next to the pistol www.biquge.info the pen "Fun" are two magazines, as well as half a box of cartridges.

He picked up the pistol and unwrapped the plastic sheeting tied with rubber bands, revealing the blue pistol. He sat on the kang with his pistol, his eyes looking out the window blankly, but his hands disassembled Makarov's pistol into parts with great precision. Then I found a piece of deerskin and began to wipe it, little by little, piece by piece, not letting go of any corner. After wiping, the firearm was oiled again.

Twenty minutes later, he reassembled the Makarov pistol, pulled the load, pointed the gun at the old black-and-white television set with both hands, and pulled the trigger after a while, clicking. Geriltu exhaled, put down the pistol, and began to check the spring of the magazine. The results of the examination satisfied Geriletu, the box was well sealed and the springs remained as elastic as they were when he left four years ago.

Lifting the kang mat on the fire, Geriletu hid the pistol in the depression above the kang head. The hollow that had been set aside was just the right size to hold the pistol, and it was left by Geriletu four years ago. He took off his cotton coat, put on only his sweater, went to the barn in the courtyard, took an axe and a wooden block, and picked up the axe in the courtyard and began to chop wood.

The axe was raised high and fell heavily, with a clatter, and sawdust flew around. Geriletu began to do his homework in his head as before, and the two days he had arrived in advance were enough for him to investigate many useful things. The employer's name is Yu Shan, he speaks Mandarin, with a slight Qibei accent, it is difficult to tell that he is from there, he is between thirty-three and thirty-seven years old, and he is simply a family man on the surface. The daily routine is very simple, either show up at the Dimethoate Group, which is still housed in the hotel, or go to the hospital.

The employer is rich and is the real boss of the digo group. Interestingly, the employer did not live in any luxury apartments or villas, but chose to live in the factory compound. In addition to the employer himself and two close subordinates, there were more than a dozen young and strong guys in the compound. Geriletu could see that those people were in good physical condition, but they didn't smell like soldiers, and they looked more like thugs.

Ten days ago, the employer was kidnapped in the hospital. Interestingly, the kidnapping was solved in just one day. While the police all over the city searched for the whereabouts of the employer, the employer solved the problem on his own.

Gerriletu wiped the sweat from his forehead, gritted his teeth and continued to chop wood. If it's better to say in the middle of the night, sunny daylight, or in a waking state, how stupid would a robber be to get carbon monoxide poisoning? In Geriletu's view, there must be something hidden here.

Geriletu pondered that perhaps he should find the time to ask for the truth. But certainly not now, because he hadn't thought about whether to accept the offer or not—he didn't want to die in this little northern town for money.

Dropping the axe, Gřiletu grabbed a pile of scraps of wood in both hands, and went into the house with his armpits under his armpits. I opened the stove, put a layer of hay at the bottom, then a layer of wood, and finally put in a pinch of coal, and after covering it, I opened the side vents, lit it with a lighter, and in a short time the stove was blazing.

It was so cold in the room that Gřiletu simply took a bench from his bedroom and sat down in front of the stove, thinking while watching the fire in a daze. After a while, he took a deep breath and made up his mind: first of all, he had to determine what kind of guy his employer had offended.

Saturday.

Geriletu drove his car to Shuguang Avenue early in the morning, and the entrance of the alley opposite the car was the only way for the employer to enter and exit every day. Gerriletu bought a few buns at the breakfast shop next to him, and returned to the car to eat them while waiting in silence. A little earlier than he expected, the Mitsubishi Jeep appeared at the mouth of the alley early. Gřiletu put down the uneaten bun and drove the car, carefully behind it.

He followed Yu Shan to the airport, and then saw Yu Shan pick up a chubby guy and go back. It wasn't until the two of them entered the hotel that Geriletu reacted, and the slightly chubby guy seemed to be a singer.

While waiting near the hotel, Geriletu spotted the stalkers again. Although the other party was already very careful, Geriletu still saw it at a glance. After a while, the passenger door of the stalker's car opened, and a young man came down with a lit cigarette in his mouth, convincing Geriletu in his judgment - the young man who had been dumped by Geriletu in the fruit shop yesterday.

He put down the binoculars in the car, smiled smugly, and muttered, "Found you!" It's time for me to catch you this time, little friend! ”

At one o'clock in the afternoon, the employer led the drunken singer to the hotel. The vehicle following the tracker was also parked near the hotel. With a long career as a espionage, Geriletu has a keen instinct for tracking and counter-tracking. Stalking is definitely not a good job, you have to keep your attention at all times, fight fatigue and boredom with your will, and focus on your goals.

There will always be all kinds of accidents in life, maybe you just yawn, and the goal of just two seconds of time will disappear from your sight. Boredom and concentration will accelerate the fatigue of the human body. Geriletu was well aware of the limits of the human body, so he didn't think that these people would always follow their employers. It may not be long before these tired newbies are rushing off work and replaced with another group of stalkers.

And that's when Geriletu's chance.

Until it was getting dark, and his employer stayed in the hotel and did not come out, Geriletu maintained his attentive attention, and he saw that the guy who had stalked him the day before was smoking more and more often. The interval has changed from about 40 minutes to about 20 minutes now. Geriletu realized that it might not be long before these stalkers would change the guard.

Fifteen minutes later, as he expected, a black Toyota pulled up not far from the car, and then the Nissan started the car, hit the left turn signal and drove on.

Gřiltu cautiously followed, his car driving in the rightmost lane, about thirty meters from Nissan. There is also a 212 ahead for cover. Choose the right side because the driver's seat is on the left side, and the driver will always habitually look at the central reverse mirror and the left side side mirror, unless you turn right and merge the road, people rarely look at the right side of the mirror.

Thirty meters is a safe distance, and with the jeep in front of you as cover, looking through the right side mirror, you can only vaguely see the side profile of the broken Santana of Geriletu.

Perhaps because of the off-duty work, the stalkers in Nissan do anti-tracking activities in a step-by-step manner, sometimes accelerating, sometimes accelerating, and will make sudden turns. But all this is difficult for Gřiletu, who has always been behind Nissan.

Nissan drove to the department store parking lot, and after the engine was turned off, the two stalkers got out of the car and entered the department store. Gřiletu frowned, realizing that these rookies were causing him a lot of trouble. The department store has a total of five doors, and it is bustling with many people. The two rookies calmly changed their clothes, and then changed their faces and left through the other exit.

Gřiltu pondered for a moment, constructing a map of the neighborhood in his mind. The department store has two doors on this side, one to the south and two to the west. The east and south gates are facing the main road in the city center, and the two gates to the west are facing a snack street. Judging from experience, the exit of the snack street is undoubtedly more convenient to get rid of tracking. So Geriletu drove the car to the snack street without hesitation, stopped on the road and waited silently.

A few minutes later, Geriletu spotted the stalker at the entrance and exit of the department store. Although he has changed his appearance, although he has changed his clothes, he still recognizes it at a glance. The way the guy walked was etched into his mind.

Griletu breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't act rashly, and watched the guy eat a bowl of noodles in a noodle restaurant, and then went around to the neighborhood and rode out on a motorcycle.

Gřiletu did not dare to get too close, increasing the safety distance. He followed the guy all the way through Qibei University, turned abruptly north, and finally entered a small three-story hotel near the dairy factory on Beiyi Road.

Santanari's Geriletu squinted, he didn't know if it was the stalker's safe house or if it was just the guy's foothold. He didn't act rashly, he waited outside. It was getting darker and darker, and the street lights were on. Before he could completely drain his patience, a figure coming out of the hotel made him suddenly refreshed.

A black tweed coat, black leather gloves, a well-proportioned figure, but not tall. He walks at a very rhythmic pace, maintaining a distance of seventy-five centimeters at almost every step. Although he didn't see the face, he could already smell the familiarity.

Gřiletu looked at the time, eleven past five o'clock. At this time, it was a remote back street like North First Street, and there were no pedestrians on the street. Gřileto gently opened the car door, pulled the pistol from his bosom, pulled the trigger and put it in his jacket pocket. After getting out of the car, Geriletu quietly followed.

He tries to avoid the snow on the road, only stepping on the solid road, and he also has to hide in the shadows. The bitter north wind came in gusts, pouring in from the cuffs and neckline, cold and biting, but his heart was extremely excited.

The distance had been shortened to ten meters, and the pace of Geriletu began to become exactly the same as that of the guy in front of him, and he even fell almost at the same time. But this situation did not last long, and the inevitable snow made Geriletu crunch softly. The guy in front of him turned his head slightly, and then continued to walk forward as if nothing had happened.

Geriletu knew that he had been exposed. Twenty meters further, the guy in front of him suddenly burrowed into the alley on the left, and Gřiletu squinted his eyes and pulled out the pistol in his pocket.

He slowed his pace and approached the alleyway. Although the alley was silent, Geriletu knew that the guy must be hiding, waiting to ambush him.

He couldn't be sure what kind of weapon he was holding, so he stuck to the wall at the entrance of the alley, took a deep breath, and said in pure Russian: "I think we should talk." As he spoke, Gřilıtu quietly took a few steps back.

There was silence in the alley, and there was no response. However, in the next second, a figure suddenly burst out, the dagger held high in his hand glowing with cold light under the reflection of the street lamp.

Gřiletu smirked and pointed his gun at the man: "Friend, don't move! Let me see...... Ha! Marail Siktu! I knew it was you, bastard! (To be continued.) )