Chapter 1239

"Doo Doo Doo"

The phone was suddenly connected!

Hassayev's strained nerves relaxed immediately, closed his eyes and thanked the God of his envelope softly.

"Oh! Why are you calling me at this time!? didn't I tell you the purpose of this new number before!? damn it! Shamili! What did you do!"

At the other end of the phone, there was a loud and grumpy curse from baskiev.

Shamili is khasayev's nickname.

He and baskiev are close friends. Of course, they call each other nicknames.

Instead of his previous fear, khasawev was overjoyed and said, "thank God! You're not dead! You're really not dead!"

"What are you crazy about? Why should I die?" baskiev's voice was full of killing opportunities, because he taboo the word "death".

For so many years, playing the game of cat and mouse with the FSB, baskiev himself has some neurasthenia. He absolutely doesn't want to hear these sensitive words because it's unlucky.

"No, no, no, I'm not cursing you, dear Ramzan."

He also called baskiev's nickname and said with ecstasy: "because I received very bad news yesterday and the day before yesterday, about you and your men..."

"I know what you heard. Johar was captured and I'm dead, right?" baskiev snorted on the other end of the phone, like a disdainful pig snorting, "Can FSB people kill me so easily? I'm fine, good. Before they attacked the village, I had evacuated, leaving some warriors to fight with them there, and experimented with those new toys."

"New toy?" hasayev was interested in the term, because he could obviously hear baskiev's pride when he mentioned it.

"Well, it's a new type of explosive that is called XS gel explosives. It's very stable and hard to detect, and the power of the explosion is much larger than that of C4. Yesterday, the army special forces and the Alfa team attacked the village paid a heavy price, and the Russians tasted us so much. Shamil, you think, if I can get the formula of these XS gel explosives, Make equipment, then I can panic Moscow! "

Hasayev could only echo with a few laughs. He was not interested in what kind of battle and what kind of explosives. He was concerned about his own safety and the business given to him by baskiev.

Because in terms of money, baskiev is still very forthright. At least he works for him and makes a lot of money.

"That's great news," he said with a dry smile. "Is this what I'm going to deliver on this mission?"

"Shamili, don't ask what you shouldn't ask." baskiev immediately changed his personality. The happy laughter disappeared and was replaced by a cold warning.

"Have you forgotten the rules we set many years ago?"

"Yes, I'm troubled." khasayev suddenly had a few drops of cold sweat on his forehead.

"This phone number can't be used anymore. I'll change it. You'll receive your new number in our secret mailbox. Remember, don't take the initiative to call me..."

"I can't help it, because it involves your life and death. I can't help asking. Look, we are old friends for many years, and I'm also concerned about you." as a businessman, hassayev is much more smooth than professional soldiers like baskiev. He was only concerned about his own safety, but he insisted that he was concerned about the safety of others.

However, this set of baskiev is very useful.

"OK, I see. It's also because of me this time, but it's not an example." baskiev gently warned hassayev and immediately hung up the phone.

Listening to the busy tone in the mobile phone microphone, hasayev breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his wrist and looked at his watch. It was only two minutes.

This is very important to baskiev, because baskiev will never talk for more than three minutes. Even if there is a lot of conversation, he will hang up and redial in almost three minutes.

This is because if someone is listening to the phone, they can't locate the specific location in such a short time, which ensures baskiev's own safety.

It is also one of the reasons why baskiev can still be alive after the FSB has tracked him for so many years.

Since baskiev is not dead, hasayev is relieved.

Johar is also dead. From baskiev's tone, he seems not to worry about Johar at all. Presumably, this guy didn't betray himself before he died.

Confirming the news that baskiev was still alive, hassayev was in a good mood. He put down his cell phone. He went to the window and opened the window to let the warm sunshine come in.

His house is connected with his own freight yard. On this side is his own three-story building and garden. On the other side of the wooden fence on the right is his own freight yard and warehouse for fruit.

The workers are busy, and their grandchildren don't have class today, because it's Sunday. They chase and play in the garden. Everything is still so beautiful.

Suddenly, a scene in the distance aroused his interest.

Turning back to the table, hasayev took a pair of binoculars.

This pair of binoculars is placed on his desk all year round. Outsiders say they like to see birds. In fact, it is a tool for him to observe whether there are surveillance personnel around his freight yard and residence.

Go back to the window and look into the distance with a telescope.

In the line of sight, a van tool car painted light blue stopped by the side of the road. The car body was painted with the logo of a communication company. Several people in one-piece overalls got off the car. Someone carried a toolbox, set up a ladder and climbed up a telegraph pole.

Raising the telescope slightly, hasayev saw the circuit box on the electric pole.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

The bad weather for several days has damaged the communication equipment. Just now the mobile phone has a signal. Now I'm afraid the maintenance workers of these communication companies are here to repair the fixed line.

He returned to his desk, put his binoculars away, put his legs on his desk and began to savor the conversation he had just had with baskiev.

It seems that XS gel explosive is a relatively new type of dynamite, and baskef attaches great importance to it. Before he smuggled the shoulder type "stinger" air defense missile, he did not see such an illegal armed leader so excited.

This time, I'm afraid my transportation cost will never be low.

Thinking of this, he poured himself a cup of steaming black tea and began to figure out which route he would take this time.

Did you come in from Georgia or cross the border from Dagestan?

While hassayev was leisurely at his desk, about a kilometer away from him, there was a van of a communication company parked by the side of the road. Yushchenko took off his monitoring headphones and his face became very ugly.

Qin Fei, Michelle and Mister sat aside. They knew what had happened.

Of course, the communication interruption last night was not accidental, nor was it caused by heavy snow. It was man-made.

Less than an hour after Johar gave up hasayev, FSB technicians had arrived here and created a "communication failure". Monitoring equipment had already been implanted in the signal transmitting base station around hasayev's house.

Every call made near here will be recorded by the equipment on the monitoring vehicle, screened, and then converted into voice through software.

Hasayev and baskiv's calls have been recorded in the hard disk of the device.

"Baskiev is not dead..." Yushchenko gritted his teeth, picked up the nearby mobile phone and dialed Alexander Kovic.