While walking back, Vladimir turned back to pay attention to the conditions of Cheng Yu and Lao Dapeng.
Seeing them being pulled by Mongolian border guards and running towards a military jeep, Vladimir turned around with complete relief and strode towards the Russian outpost.
In the accommodation and office area next to the outpost, a blazing bonfire has been lit on the playground.
On top of the bonfire, a slaughtered and washed sheep began to sizzle and shine.
In a place like this, there is a shortage of wine and supplies, and the only thing that is not in short supply is beef and mutton.
Of course, it is impossible to roast a whole lamb in normal times, but today is a big day for Sentinel because their old friend, Vladimir, brought them vodka that has been out of stock for a long time.
Not to mention the whole bottles of wine, even the broken ones, they tried their best to store them in one place. After simple filtering, this was the biggest consumable today.
Vladimir and the border guards sat around the campfire, drinking vodka and eating fragrant roast lamb with glowing faces.
A soldier ran over and shouted loudly from a distance: "Vladimir, I have your phone number."
Vladimir was stunned after hearing this, "Telephone? Who would know I'm here?"
The soldier continued to shout: "It's Smil calling. He said he has something urgent to do with you..."
Vladimir's heart sank slightly. Old Smir was the chief of the police station in Listvyanka town. He was a police officer under Vladimir in the early years. He set up a traffic jam on the road last night. Vladimir
I knew that old Smil must have been bribed by those people.
Although he didn't know what was behind Cheng Yu and Lao Dapeng, from their behavior, Vladimir knew very well that those who bribed Old Smil must be here for them.
After cutting off the possibility of leaving by road, the only option left was the waterway. Those who could bribe Old Smil would naturally be able to take care of those people on the dock.
Cheng Yu and Lao Dapeng could not be found in the town, which meant that they had left by another way.
Almost no one except Old Smir could deduce the real situation from the fact that Vladimir was not in town.
Even the two police officers under his command were unaware of the fact that Vladimir and Old Smir had been restarting their mission to help people escape.
Old Smil called at this time. At best, he thought that he was forced to inform the other party about the matter, but he couldn't bear it and wanted to inform Vladimir in advance.
The worst-case scenario is that Old Smir will use the time Vladimir arrived at the outpost to determine where Cheng Yu and Lao Dapeng have arrived.
But no matter what, Vladimir knew that what he was doing here could not be hidden, so he stood up and followed the soldier to answer the phone.
"Hey, Old Smil, how did you know I'm here?" Vladimir tried to make his tone as relaxed as possible, trying to relax Old Smil's tense nerves.
But Old Smir's voice seemed very low. He said: "Vladimir, I really didn't expect that you would actually make a deal without telling me."
"What do you mean? What kind of deal? Old Smil, what are you talking about?"
"Stop pretending, Vladimir, don't blame me for this. You should have told me in advance before you started doing business.
If that's the case, I will tell you that you cannot do this because you have no idea who you are offending.
Vladimir, we have been in this business for a long time. Before each transaction, we will conduct a detailed investigation of the runners to determine whether those people will give them money if the matter is exposed after helping them run away.
We bring bad luck.
But this time, you didn't even discuss it with me.
I have no choice but to tell them that in this town, you are the only one who has the ability to send people out quietly.
Now, those people are probably almost at the border.
Of course, they will not conflict with the border guards, but they will never let you go. If you want to survive, you must either enter Mongolia and wander around the world from now on.
Or, you just stay in the barracks and don't come out."
Vladimir cursed secretly in his heart, half scolding old Smil for being too unkind, and the other half scolding Cheng Yu and Lao Dapeng. Who did these two guys offend?
Having known Old Smil for so many years, although this man is a bit greedy for money, he is usually quite loyal and is not the kind of person who will leave his companions alone whenever something happens.
Even from these simple words, Vladimir could hear the fear in Old Smil's heart. This was definitely not because he had accepted the other party's money, but because he had truly suffered the threat of death.
Since Old Smil said that those people were arriving soon, this meant that the whereabouts of Cheng Yu and Lao Dapeng had been exposed in the middle of last night, because even if the other party had a faster means of transportation than them, they wanted to get from Listvyan
It will take at least seven or eight hours to get here from Card Town.
Faced with such a situation, Vladimir did not intend to continue to pretend to be confused with Old Smir. The other party obviously believed that Vladimir sent the person, and it would be useless to pretend anymore.
"So, those people set out at midnight yesterday?"
"After twelve o'clock, they realized that their target had left the town. Vladimir, you have to be grateful that there is no mobile phone signal in the water near the cabin. Otherwise, they are likely to be worse than you.
Get to the outpost earlier."
"Fuck you, old Smil, if you hadn't betrayed me, how could those people have my accurate route? I have always regarded you as my brother, but you..."
"If you can still curse me when you have more than a dozen guns pressed to your head, then come back and say the word betrayal to me again."
"Who is the other party?" Vladimir also knew that cursing old Smil was meaningless, and even scolded him harshly, which made old Smil angry and he really couldn't get any information at all.
Old Smil obviously hesitated for a while, and finally said: "They are a guerrilla group that has been active in Siberia all year round. This time, they almost came out in full force. Vladimir, don't say I am unloyal, this gang
We are all hungry wolves who eat people without spitting out their bones. If I can call you and let you know, I have done my best to you."
"You mean, they are an anti-government force?"
"They don't do that kind of meaningless things. If you have to give those people a definition, perhaps mercenaries are the most suitable for them."
"There are actually mercenaries in Damn Siberia, why didn't I know?"
Old Smil sneered twice and said: "I just learned about it yesterday. At first, they just gave me some money and asked me to set up a card on the road. They said they wanted to find two people. But they found that person's mobile phone
After the signal had left the town and was far away, the disguise was broken. I had no choice but to do so."
"Then you called now?" Vladimir couldn't suppress his inner anger.
"Do you think they didn't leave someone here to monitor me? I can confirm my own safety at this time and make this warning call to you. You should really thank me."
Vladimir was furious, but he had no choice but to do anything. He knew that what Old Smil said was not wrong. In fact, he could not even make the call.
If that were the case, when Vladimir woke up and walked out of the post, he might be doomed.
Old Smir added: "Vladimir, I hope you can survive, but you cannot return to the town for a short time.
But I believe that time will dilute everything, and those people cannot always monitor this town. They will soon have other tasks.
You have to survive. I paid for every penny of my investment in the cabin this time. If you die, all my investments will be ruined..."
Vladimir really wanted to curse, but he was thankful that this time Old Smil wanted him to restart this route of helping people escape. He insisted that he didn't want to do it until Old Smil agreed to all the initial investment.
He only agreed after he issued the documents.
If it weren't for those investments, Smil Lao probably wouldn't have made this call.
Silently hanging up the phone, Vladimir knew that this place was not suitable for staying for a long time. As Old Smil said, the best way for him now is to enter Mongolia, hide for a while, or even give up completely in Lis.
Everything in the town of Tvyanka, leaving Russia.
Cheng Yu......
Vladimir thought of the Chinese young man and vowed to him that he would go to China and that he could help him live a life above the middle class in Moscow.
Maybe, you can trust that young man.
For Vladimir, he has never been a good person in the strict sense. Of course, he would not help Cheng Yu and Lao Dapeng leave the town of Listvyanka just out of kindness or to make those rubles.
At first, Cheng Yu and Lao Dapeng got into his car, and he wanted to trick Cheng Yu, but even during the brief contact in the car, for some reason, Cheng Yu seemed to have a certain temperament that fit Vladimir.
Mil's nerves, so when he made the decision to lend a helping hand to Cheng Yu and the others, he was secretly surprised.
However, Vladimir has always been the kind of person who sticks to his word. He always has to do something to the end to determine whether it is good or bad. Therefore, he sent Cheng Yu and Lao Dapeng into Mongolia without hesitation.
But he never imagined that this matter would bring him so much trouble.
"That's him."
Vladimir muttered to himself, took out the note Cheng Yu left for him from his pocket, and called Cheng Yu according to the mobile phone number on it.