Chapter 1282

At 5 a.m., the five-star hotel artisplaza hotel in Magas, the capital of Ingushetia.

In the bar on the first floor, Mister came in tired and sat in the chair next to the bar.

"Bartender, give me two takelaboom! And a bottle of tequila."

The bartender in the bar looked at the tired man in front of him, hurriedly took out the wine, prepared two glasses of takilaboom for him, and then politely put a bottle of tequila in front of Mister.

Mister felt in his pocket and pulled out a hundred dollar bill.

He was stunned.

This was lost to Qin Fei when he bet with him before. He kept it all the time.

After staring at it for a while, Mister suddenly grinned.

He handed the money to the bartender.

"Your tip."

The bartender was also stunned. He immediately took the money, bowed politely and left happily.

Mister picked up the cup and said to himself, "it's really a crazy day..."

Compared in the air, as if toasting an invisible old friend, Mister looked up and poured the taki laboom into his mouth.

Picking up the second cup, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps at the door.

Major Michelle took the phone and shouted into the microphone in a fierce tone: "I don't accept your explanation. I want to see Qin himself! Understand? It's him! I brought him, and I must take him away!"

I don't know who it is at the other end of the phone. Mister guesses it's about Alexander Kovic.

Only the FSB can make the major so angry.

Sure enough, when she came to the bar and sat down in a chair, Michelle listened to the phone for a while and slapped her mobile phone on the bar table, which startled the bartender who was cleaning the glass.

She didn't have a good way at the handsome bartender: "give me a bottle of whisky right away!"

The bartender hurried to get the wine and didn't dare to provoke the female evil star.

Michelle reached out and grabbed the glass directly from Mister's hand, looked up and poured a clear light, and then put the glass heavily on the table.

"Beauty... You seem to have eaten gunpowder."

Mister leaned over and looked at the angry female agent in front of him with interest.

It has to be said that when Michelle was angry, she had a primitive wildness, like a wild horse that was difficult to tame.

As a special forces veteran living in a hail of bullets, Mister appreciates and is infatuated with this temperament.

Glancing at mister, the major didn't have a good way: "we're here to help them Russians. I didn't expect that now that things have been done, we have become outsiders here. They killed baskiev and threw us aside like garbage bags. Now I can't even contact Qin and his people. Damn it! These dishonest polar bears!"

Mister comforted: "major, there were some problems in our actions yesterday. Besides, you know, you and I are from the British and American camp. It is understandable that the Russian maozi here don't like us."

Michelle suddenly stopped looking and stared out of the bar through the huge arched glass window.

"See, there are two guys in coats by the parking lot outside."

Mister looked in the direction Michelle said and saw two middle-aged men with hats and coats smoking in the snow.

The major said, "these must be FSB agents staring at us. They treat us as prisoners."

She wanted to attack again, and Mister pressed her shoulder with his hand.

"Take it easy, beauty."

"Qin was seriously injured, and now I don't know whether he will live or die. I asked Alexander Kovic to go to the hospital, but they said it was their business and refused my request!" Michelle said angrily, "it's unreasonable!"

"I think if you're just worried about Qin's life and death, then I advise you that you don't have to turn against FSB people." Mister said calmly, as if he knew something.

"What do you mean?" Michelle asked.

Mister looked around, and then looked back at Michelle's face: "the things in this are very complex. Qin's identity, you know, is a little different. Although we cooperate, we have no final conclusion on which department he is from. But I think there is no doubt about who his father is. The FSB will contact the military of country Z for this matter."

"Speak human words, don't play tricks!" Michelle didn't have a good way.

Mister's face turned yellow and asked for nothing. "Let me tell you something. Qin is no longer in Russia."

"What?!" Michelle was surprised.

Mister raised his hand to look at his watch and said, "Qin Fei has long been out of danger in the Russian army's army hospital. An hour ago, he was sent by a military plane to the air force airport in Moscow. There was a private plane waiting for him, and the best doctor was responsible for the transportation. Now he has left Russia. That's a matter for the people of Z and the Russians. We can't get involved."

Michelle was stunned for a long time before she calmed down.

No matter where Mister's intelligence came from, there must be a reliable channel for him.

In this case, it means that Qin Fei is no longer in danger.

Michelle asked, "what about his men?"

Mister poured the wine for the two and spread his hand. "You mean the people of the Holy Cross and the X mercenary regiment?"

Michelle nodded and said, "that's right."

Mister shrugged and said, "it's gone. It's like the morning fog in the forest. When the sun comes out, they naturally disappear into the air."

"Hum!" Michelle suddenly sneered, "I don't think we're like fools in this matter."

"Well, beauty." Mister raised his glass: "at least the result is very good. Once Kawasaki longyi died, baskiev died, and even fan Tianlong in the dark sun died. Everyone has removed the great trouble. In fact, it is worth being happy."

He raised his glass.

"To those dead teammates."

Michelle's eyes were warm. She also raised her glass and said, "to them!"

They drank it up in one gulp.

"What are you going to do next?" Mister asked suddenly.

Michelle sighed: "go back to London, there is still a lot of finishing work."

"No, no, no, I'm not talking about such a long-term thing. I'm talking about..." Mister's eyes became ambiguous: "what are you going to do in the next few hours?"

"It's so cold." Michelle looked at the snow outside the window. "I think I'll go to the gym to exercise, then take a hot bath and have a good sleep..."

"Exercise?" Mister said immediately: "In fact, I also like sports. There is an old saying that life lies in sports! In fact, I don't think you need to go to the gym. You can do sports in your room. There is a kind of exercise that can consume 300 calories in half an hour, which is equivalent to jogging for 2 kilometers. It is also good for cardio cerebrovascular and so on. You are worth trying."

Michelle asked, "Oh, really? What indoor sport?"

Mister looked embarrassed and said, "however, there is also an inconvenient place for this kind of sports. One person can't do it, but two people should do it..."

After that, a big fire lit up in my pupils.

Michelle was stunned and soon understood.

She suddenly grabbed the bottle of whisky and poured it into a large jug with tequila.

Then she looked at the delta force member in front of her with provocative eyes.

"Yes, if you can drink this pot of wine with me, I may consider exercising with you and exercising your damn leg!"

"Deal!" Mister picked up the jug, poured himself a full glass without saying a word, and killed him with his head up.

This is the best wine he has ever drunk in his life.