Chapter 1245

Itumkale, 134 victory Avenue.

This is a Turkish bathroom, and the grade is not low. At least from the appearance, the facade is luxurious and quite Turkish architectural style.

Mister leaned back in his chair and stretched.

"Alas, why don't you let us in too? The Turkish bathroom is authentic, but very comfortable. It has a hot and cold pool, a lot of fruits and dried fruits. After eating, you can have a good sleep. There is also" tanlak ", which will coat your whole body with essential oil to relax your spirit and give you a good massage for two hours..."

"What is tanlak?" Qin Fei asked.

"It's the masseur," Mister said.

Suddenly he noticed that Qin Fei's eyes were different. Mister added: "it's not what you think. It's formal. Male masseuses are generally older and their techniques are absolutely authentic."

"Oh, even the bathhouse in the north of our country also has tanlak, but we don't call it that name. We call it a bath worker or a bath master. We can also massage, but part of it is you who give a bath." Qin Fei said.

"Take a bath?" Mister's eyes suddenly became a little strange. "Men take a bath for men? Oh! Qin, are you so open?"

"As you said, isn't the Turkish bath a man massaging a man? What's the difference? The teacher gives you a towel to rub all the dirt off your body..." Qin Fei made a gesture of rubbing the bath, "it will make your pores completely open and people become very comfortable."

"So..." Mister looked down at his crotch. "Do you wash here?"

"Fuck me!" Qin Fei rolled his eyes and chatted with Dumas. He was always taken into the ditch unprepared. "When these things are done, if you like, you can go to my motherland with me and I'll take you to try."

"Your motherland?" Mister's expression became strange again. "My identity doesn't seem to be popular, does it?"

"Yes, forget it." Qin Fei was too lazy to take care of the big stallion. He leaned back in his seat. The car was heated and stuffy. It was freezing and snowy outside.

"I say these Russians really know how to enjoy and choose this kind of place for their tasks." Mister suddenly didn't have anything to talk to. He was really bored and flustered.

Since the decision to attack hasayev last night, the monitoring team and the action team have been dispatched to the outside of the Turkish bathroom and have been monitoring so far.

Alexander Kovic must find a safe way to plot against hasayev.

A way not to hurt him or take him away in full view of the public.

No one knows if he is surrounded by baskef's Eyeliner around him. According to the behavior of the illegal armed leader, he is indeed likely to do that, and has already done so.

Therefore, the place where hassayev was attacked must be secret enough, and the action must be as fast as lightning to control him without any witnesses.

Another point is crucial.

No torture shall be used for plotting against khasayev.

This is quite different from Qin Fei's previous interrogation methods to extort confessions from the big maozi. After all, Qin Fei tried Yushchenko's extreme methods when he caught qiaohar outside alebuick village. That kind of method, in domestic popular terms, is to light a sky lamp, which is a completely tragic way.

Da maozi has always had a rough style. Qin Fei is very interested to see how they plotted against hasayev in the shortest time - they can't extort a confession, torture or let people see. Moreover, the time can't be delayed too long. It must be controlled within the time when hasayev usually leaves the Turkish bathroom.

According to the information feedback from the investigators, hasayev has to go back to the Turkish bathroom on Wednesday and Saturday, and stay from night to leave at 5 a.m.

In other words, after taking control of khasayev, the arrest team must take him to the interrogation point without anyone seeing him, and then release him before dawn at 5 a.m.

As long as one of these links goes wrong, the whole operation will fail, and hassayev's clue will be broken and worthless.

In order to determine a suitable interrogation point, the personnel of the operation headquarters racked their brains. The architectural plan of the whole Turkish bathroom was retrieved. After research, it was found that it was the most convenient and safe to do it in the dressing room.

Generally, there is no one in the dressing room late at night. Everyone takes a bath and goes to massage or sleeps in bed in the bathroom lounge. Only in the dressing room, people go in only when they change their clothes.

FSB agents make up as waiters without disturbing the bathroom owner, and then at more than 1 a.m. - at that time, almost no one in the dressing room will come. They just go to wake up hasayev, who should have enjoyed a good sleep in the lounge, and tell him that his phone has been ringing in the locker.

For people like this, the telephone is a very important communication tool. Although he rarely calls in at one o'clock in the morning, the task of XS gel explosive seems to be in progress now. He doesn't know that bask Keith is in a hurry to call him, so he will get up immediately and go to the dressing room.

The interrogation point is set in a modified bus, which has good sound insulation equipment and stops a block away. When the people inside start to act, the bus will slowly drive towards the cross street where the back door of the Turkish bathroom is located. After the secret agents inside succeed, they will receive hasayev wrapped like a zongzi from the rear window, Plotting in the car.

Qin Fei, Michelle, Mister and others were on the bus. Of course, there was Alexander Kovic on the bus - the intelligence leader personally came out tonight, and he did the plotting work.

In fact, Qin Fei also understood why Alexander Kovic came to the scene.

To convince a baskiev follower, there must be a powerful figure in the FSB. It's like talking about a big business. You send a salesperson without sincerity, persuasion and decision-making power. The CEO's personal action is completely different. This is a problem of grade and specification.

Qin Fei grabbed his head and looked at the other end of the bus.

Alexander Kovic sat in a comfortable seat, holding the pipe that never left his mouth in the corner of his mouth, his eyes closed slightly, as if he were closing his eyes.

Maybe he was thinking about how to use four hours to plot a businessman who had worked with baskiev for nearly 20 years.

Time passed bit by bit.

Qin Fei looked at a row of LCD screens in front of him. The rear half of the bus is the working area of monitoring equipment and monitoring personnel. The first half is empty. There are tables and chairs in it, which is no different from the ordinary interrogation room.

Everything is set up, just waiting for the fish to take the bait.

On the screen, FSB agents installed in Turkish bathrooms take pictures and transmit them back with micro pinhole cameras, as well as voice communication between them.

At one o'clock in the morning, Qin Fei's watch began to shake. He raised his eyes and looked at the screen.

It's time for a good play.