According to the division of labor, Qin Fei, Mist and Yushchenko were in a group to monitor in the building to the north of the repair shop, while Major Michel was in the building opposite the south door with two FSB agents, Peter and Nikolai.
There are also seven armed members of the Alpha Special Forces resting in the room downstairs on standby. These people will take necessary actions whenever the monitoring team deems it necessary.
Everything seemed to be well arranged. Although the entire monitoring team plus the "Alfa" special forces only totaled thirteen people, a large number of Russian army troops were deployed in Itumkale, a border city about 40 kilometers west of Martan.
There is also a reinforced company of the Border Guard Bureau under the jurisdiction of the FSB.
Although it is not safe here, if something happens, these support troops can rush to Maltan within an hour for rescue.
As soon as he set up the observation scope, Mist was already yawning profusely.
In the past few days, Qin Fei and others have not had a good rest. From Africa to Europe, Europe to the North Caucasus, the time difference is a mess, and they have just carried out a high-intensity infiltration operation in Somalia. Those who are in poor health will have already
I can't stand it anymore.
"If you are tired, you can take a rest first, and I will be on duty for the first shift."
Yushchenko said to Qin Fei thoughtfully: "You have flown such a long distance and sat in the car for so long. You must be exhausted, right?"
"That's right." Qin Fei smiled bitterly and said, "It would be much more convenient if you could use helicopters here."
"It used to be okay, but I've been a little nervous recently because a helicopter had an accident." Yushchenko's rhetoric was the same as Alexanderkovic's. "The illegal militants here don't like helicopters, especially military helicopters. As long as they fly into their
Territory, these guys will always find a way to cause trouble."
"Well, in this case, I won't hold on any longer. If anything happens, just call me and wake me up when it's time to change shifts." After Qin Fei finished speaking, he found an old sofa in the room and lay down with all his clothes on.
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Unexpectedly, within three minutes of lying down, I immediately fell asleep.
Until Yushchenko woke him up again, Qin Fei opened his eyes. The dazzling sunlight was still a bit dazzling even through the curtains.
"There is a situation!" Yushchenko said: "Wake up."
"What's going on?" Qin Fei jumped up from the sofa, his sleepiness suddenly disappeared, he ran to the bed and put his eyes on the observation mirror.
There was nothing unusual in the repair shop, but there were a few more people than at dawn. Some were working in the repair shop, while others were wandering around the second-hand yard, seemingly picking up second-hand cars and parts.
Qin Fei didn't understand what was going on, so he wondered: "It doesn't seem to be any different."
"Five minutes ago, we monitored that Abu Salam's satellite phone signal became very active. It seems that someone is contacting him. If I am not wrong, he will take action soon," Yushchenko said.
"Are you so sure?" Qin Fei asked.
Yushchenko said with a smile: "Of course, I have been monitoring them for two years. Abu Salam has a pattern. As soon as his satellite phone rings, there will definitely be something to do next. He has several phones, but only the satellite phone.
The phone is the point of contact with Basiev, and the satellite phone doesn't get used much."
Mist was also awakened by the conversation between the two. He got up from the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the two of them and asked in a low voice: "Is there any movement?"
"It seems that Yushchenko said that their technicians monitored the active satellite phone signal in Abu Salam a few minutes ago and said that the other party will definitely take action next."
After hearing this, Mister immediately became energetic, came to Qin Fei and the other two, opened a corner of the curtain and looked in the direction of the repair shop and said: "Then, what should we do next?"
"What else can we do?" Qin Fei said: "It can only be surveillance. Abu Salam is not our ultimate goal. We want to find Basijif through him, and then find Kawasaki Ryuichi or Fan Tianlong through Basijif.
, everything can only be done by following the clues, and for the time being, we can only ignore the other party."
"A car is coming!" Just as Qin Fei and Mist were talking, Yushchenko whispered excitedly: "I'm right!"
Qin Fei walked to Yushchenko, who handed Qin Fei a pair of telescopes. His eyes never left the high-power observation scope.
"Are there many telescopes?" Mist was a little anxious. This place is more than two hundred meters away from the repair shop. To see the details clearly, the best thing is of course a telescope.
"No more." Yushchenko said regretfully.
Mist was full of dissatisfaction and muttered at the resistance. He secretly thought that Da Maozi's equipment was really backward. If the Delta Force, which he once served, wanted to monitor a target mission, it would only have two telescopes. What kind of satellites could it be?
Drones and drones will all be mobilized.
Of course, he is also very aware that life has not been easy for Da Maozi since the disintegration of the former Soviet Union, so in terms of funding for the FSB, it is no longer the same as its predecessor, the KGB.
But Mist is a veteran after all, and he always has some gadgets on his body.
For example, there is a small pendant on his keychain, which is a small pocket-sized telescope with a magnification of four times.
This little thing is not a military product, but it is very practical.
Mist hangs it on the keychain, and then hangs a few more small accessories. It looks like a bunch of ordinary keys. In fact, it can still come in handy in emergencies, and you can take this thing with you to any occasion.
It's all OK, and it won't attract the attention of security personnel.
Qin Fei took the binoculars and gently opened a corner of the curtain. Through the lenses, he saw a khaki-colored SUV of an unknown brand approaching from the end of the highway.
The SUV arrived near the repair shop, started to slow down, turned around at the door, and stopped in front of the door.
Soon a repair shop worker came to open the door and let the car in.
The car stopped under the two-story simple office building. The door toward the driver's seat opened and a strong man in his forties walked out.
Abu Salam came out of the office building, went up to hug the other person, and whispered something in his mouth.
The two of them didn't have too many pleasantries, nor did they go into the office to talk secretly. The visitor returned to the yellow SUV and took out a large square paper bag with a layer of kraft paper on the outside, mentioning it and a car seat cushion.
About the same size and about the same thickness.
"What is it?" Mist stared at the paper package that the middle-aged man said was a generous gift, and couldn't help frowning: "Is it XS dynamite?"
"I don't think so." Qin Fei's intuition told him that the stuff in the paper bag was not explosives, but it still seemed to have some weight.
Yushchenkoli pressed the shutter of the camera mounted in the window and took pictures of everything.
The young and middle-aged man handed the big paper bag directly to Abu Salam. The two did not talk nonsense, but hugged again. Then the former got in the car, and the jeep left the repair shop and returned to the original road.
"Qin, I think the people in the SUV were sent by Kawasaki Ryuichi. We sent the photo of the paper bag back to the headquarters. They analyzed it from the size and approximate weight and thought it might be U.S. dollars. Now, we are responsible for tracking that vehicle
SUV, see if you can find Ryuichi Kawasaki, you continue to monitor." Michelle's words came quickly from the agent's earphones.
After all, Michelle was the main commander of this operation. Since she planned to follow her, she had no choice but to let her go.
"Okay, let's stay where we are."
When the yellow SUV walked along the dirt road and was about to disappear, Qin Fei saw in the distance that under the surveillance building where Michelle and Peter were, the major, Peter, and Nikolai jumped into a Lada car and walked along the same
They left in the same direction, and behind them, seven soldiers of the "Alfa" special forces jumped onto the Ural truck and followed them from a distance.
If the middle-aged driver really went to see Ryuichi Kawasaki, Michelle's actions would be risky, and it would be necessary to bring members of the "Alfa" special forces with him.
Less than twenty minutes after Michelle left, the situation changed again.
Abu Salam came out of the office building again, still holding the big paper bag in his hand. This time, he got into his car, started the engine, and drove slowly towards the door.
"There is a new situation!" Yushchenko issued a warning.
"I saw it!" Qin Fei said: "Abu Salam is leaving too!"
"What should I do? Seeing that he is holding a paper bag, he should be going to the joint. If it is money, the money must be given to Basiev by Ryuichi Kawasaki or Fan Tianlong. If you follow him, you may be able to find Basiev," Mister said.
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Qin Fei said: "Then let's follow up and have a look."
"No!" Yushchenko stopped Qin Fei: "It is too dangerous to follow him like this!"
"Why?"
"If we really go to see Baskev, it will be very dangerous. He has at least twenty or thirty bodyguards around him, and we can't deal with it at all!" Yushchenko stamped his foot and gritted his teeth: "
It's a pity that the 'Alpha' unit was taken away..." (To be continued)