I'm looking forward to the delivery of the goods and the situation in the warehouse.

My phone battery has run out and it has long since turned off automatically. I can only get information from my colleagues who escort the goods from the warehouse.

Just then a black Mercedes stopped behind me. A man gets out of the car. Tall, light-colored casual pants, dark blue T-shirt, and sunglasses. At first glance, I didn't recognize Sergei in this strange outfit. But from the habit of walking and shaking his shoulders, I judged that it was him.

Sergey came to me, took off his sunglasses, looked at me with big blue eyes, and asked with concern:

- "Linna, how are you all right here?" Your phone is turned off. ”

I told him my phone was dead. I need to go to the storeroom now and check what is going on there. Sergey looked at the scene where the goods were being distributed and said:

- "Roman and I were on the yacht with the Commissioner of Customs in the morning, and I did not dare to carry out the matter of the cash truck until the truck arrived at you. Today, if it weren't for the holiday, our goods would really not be released, and the holiday management was lax, so these goods took the risk to get out. Anton told me about the situation in the market. I've been worried! Lina, well done! I didn't expect you to do it. ”

Sergey asked me to continue to supervise the distribution here, and he personally went to the warehouse to check the stock there.

An hour later, Sergei came back and told me that the storeroom reassured me. The security guard of the warehouse is our company, and there are no idle people there, so it is relatively safe over there.

As the unloaded trucks drove away, I felt less and less stressed.

I told Sergei about my worries about the three Azerbaijanis.

Sergei called Anton to ask about the cash truck.

Seeing that it was almost dark, the cash truck on Anton's side still did not send out.

As goods are distributed, there are fewer people and vehicles in the parking lot.

Suddenly, I felt another kind of uneasiness. Far from the city, there are hardly a few security guards to be seen. The goods are safe to put into storage. But the money we receive seems to be more likely to arouse the interest of the bandits than the goods.

I asked Sergey if we would all like to go back to the office and keep the money.

Sergei said: If the bandits really want to rob, we will not be able to stop a few more unarmed people. As long as they shoot, no one dares to resist. The security guards in the market are absolutely unreliable, the key is that it is far from the city, the police have no time to arrive, and it is too easy for the robbers to escape from here after they succeed.

When I think of that Azerbaijani, my heart goes to my throat. It's good that Sergey is here, otherwise, I really don't know what to do.

The goods were finally distributed, but it was completely dark.

Sergei said that let all colleagues go home, in case a robber comes, at the very least, the personnel do not have an accident.

I said to Sergey, everyone is gone, so is it not safe for money here? Sergey said that money is the goal here. The robbers will not be able to use it for ten minutes before they will rob the money.

In the end, Sergey decided to take the money with him, and he had the money moved to his car and let our two Russian security guards follow him in another car.

Sergei looked at his watch and said:

- "It's already two o'clock. Linna, how do you go back yourself? ”

I said I could go out with my colleagues and hail a taxi. Sergey said, those boys are fine, it's too unsafe for a girl of yours to take a taxi so late.

Our car drove through the empty market, which was now like a huge grave. I'm so scared that at this time, suddenly a bunch of people will come from there.

The car drove up the road, and Anton called and said that he and the cash truck were rushing to us. Sergei's car was also speeding along the route of the cash truck. At this time, my heart relaxed a little.

After getting off the highway, the car turned to a narrow path with dense forests on both sides. This is a common road condition in the city of Moscow, but at the moment I find the trees on both sides of the road particularly gloomy.

Sergey's car turned a corner and suddenly stopped, and I was shocked to see two cars in front of our road.

I nervously looked at Sergei, who stared at the car in front of him and didn't say a word.

Sergey saw through the rearview mirror that our security guard's car was following and stopped. I saw that Sergei seemed to want to turn around, but at this moment another car was in the way of our coming.

I stiffened and felt like I was about to faint.

At this moment, something even more terrifying happened.

Four people came out of the car in front of us and walked towards us. The headlights of the Mercedes Benz shone brightly on them, and I seemed to see them all holding various murder weapons in their hands.

At this time, I looked at Sergey, he didn't know when he had a pistol in his hand, I saw him roll open half of the window, stretch out his hand, and shoot like in the sky.