Chapter 1249

Hasayev left the bus and was sent back to the Turkish bathroom by two FSB agents. Alexander Kovic returned to the monitoring room and met Qin Fei and others.

"Now, we can only wait."

Alexander Kovic patrolled Qin Fei with deep eyes.

"At present, baskiev has not sent detailed transportation requirements and delivery place to hasayev. As you heard just now, baskiev sets the receiving place every time, and then hasayev makes his own route, and then reports the transportation route to baskiev. The other party sends someone to get on the bus on the way and escort the car into the Caucasus mountains for delivery."

"I thought it would be baskiev who made his own route." Mister said: "I didn't expect baskiev's trust in hasayev to this extent."

"After all, there have been more than ten years of friendship. The most important thing is that when it comes to familiarity with the border and contacts, hasayev is much more familiar than baskiv." Yushchenko explained: "But the final trading place is determined by baskiev. According to hasayev, baskiev sent someone to escort the car. First, he monitored whether there was any change. If there was any change, the loss was just a trusted follower of the escort. As long as there was any trouble or doubt, baskiev would never show up. Second, he could avoid our tracking and temporarily replace the car The advantage of the location is that baskiev can change the location at any time, so that we can't arrange it in advance. "

"No wonder his life is so long." Michelle sneered and immediately asked Alexander Kovic, "Colonel, what are your plans now? Do you want hasayev to carry a tracker, track his position according to the tracking signal, and then send special forces to arrest him?"

"Arrest?" Alexander Kovic shook his head. "I don't think people like baskiev can be caught alive. I'm not going to catch him alive."

Michelle's face changed slightly.

The Colonel clearly meant that they intended to kill baskiev directly and did not intend to send special forces.

"Are you going to kill baskiev directly?" Michelle asked.

Alexander kovich said, "major, you don't have to ask this question. I know what answer I'll get."

His tone hardened: "Yes, if Kawasaki appears, we will be happy to kill him for your mi17, but if only baskiev appears, we will do the same. Baskiev has been underground for several years, and it has been difficult to catch the trace. It is a heaven given opportunity to plot against hasayev this time. I have no reason to miss this opportunity, And my superiors won't allow me to do so. "

"To do so is to cross the river and tear down the bridge!" Michelle felt a fire burning in her chest, but she couldn't help pressing it down. There was no point in turning over with Alexander Kovic here.

"Whatever you say..."

Alexander Kovic didn't plan to give Michelle face, which worried Qin Fei nearby.

It's not the first time the two have clashed.

Brits and Russians have never peed in a pot, and there is nothing wrong with the FSB's intention to kill baskiev. The illegal armed organization "Caucasian soldiers" is already a residual anti-government organization in the north Caucasus. As long as baskiev is eradicated, the situation in this belt will be greatly improved and may obtain unprecedented stability.

Before the Colonel's voice fell to the ground, the mobile phone in his pocket vibrated.

Alexander Kovic looked at the number, and the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes trembled slightly.

He got up and left the bus. He didn't answer the phone on the bus. Yushchenko got off the bus.

Michelle stared suspiciously at Alexander kovich. After he left, she turned back to Qin Fei and Mister and said, "the Russians can't believe it. We have to find a way by ourselves."

"You should have a good talk instead of tit for tat. It's not good for anyone," Qin Fei said. "This is the territory of the Russians. It annoys Alexander Kovic. We may be deported."

"From what I know about the Russians, they really do," Mister echoed.

Several people talked to each other in the car and quietly discussed how to get the best of both worlds.

Suddenly, Yushchenko returned to the car, glanced at several people and said, "let's go back to the headquarters right now."

"What's up?" Qin Fei asked.

Yushchenko said, "I don't know. The Colonel didn't say, but it was his order."

Then he walked to the driver's position and said a few words of Russian to the latter.

The bus left the cross street, drove into the main road, quickly left the city and headed for Grozny.

……

Turkish bathroom.

Hasayev, who climbed into the room again from the outside of the window, was shocked. He sat on the wooden bench in the dressing room for more than ten minutes. Then he stood up and returned to the recliner in the rest hall, wearing a bathrobe and looking up at the ceiling.

Today is destined to be a sleepless night. Too many things have happened and it is too urgent. His state of mind can't change.

His role has changed. Now, he is not baskiev's man, but FSB's man.

Since he signed the cooperation agreement, there is no turning back.

He awoke and fell asleep, tossing and turning like a pancake.

This time, he kept his cell phone with him and put it in the pocket of his bathrobe.

Occasionally he would wake up in a dream and subconsciously touch the phone, look at the screen and see if there was a call from baskiev.

Until five in the morning, it was time to leave.

He must go.

This is his usual habit. He never leaves after five o'clock.

If this habit is violated, it is easy to arouse the attention of those who are staring at their own eyeliner.

Back in the dressing room, hasayev changed into a thick coat, put on a hairy round leather hat, walked through the bathroom corridor and into the hall leaving the gate.

The owner of the Turkish bathroom stood behind the counter and stared at hassayev like a lifeless sculpture.

Both of them were acquaintances, and hassayev nodded to him as a greeting.

The boss showed a strange smile and nodded.

When hassayev's back disappeared outside the door, the boss sat in place for a while, then picked up the phone and dialed a number.

……

At the moment, the bus carrying Qin Fei, Michelle and others just reached the temporary headquarters in Grozny. It was not dawn, it was dark everywhere, and snowflakes were floating in the sky.

Qin Fei jumped out of the car and looked at the dark night sky. He couldn't even see a star.

Thinking of the current impasse, he couldn't help but have a bad hunch.