An FSB agent hurried into Alexanderkovic's office, which smelled strongly of tobacco.
"Colonel, surveillance signals revealed that Yushchenko's team also left the repair shop in Martan."
"Oh? Where did they go?" Alexanderkovic had put his legs on the table and closed his eyes to sleep. When his subordinates said this, he immediately retracted his legs and looked back at the map on the wall behind him.
"We went in the direction of Ingushetia, and now we have reached Aqiho."
"That direction again." Alexanderkovic frowned.
Previously, Peter and Nikolai's team took the "Alfa" team to follow a messenger delivering money to the direction of Shali City, and now Yushchenko's team is leaving in the direction of Ingushetia. These two are fundamental
The opposite direction.
Things seem to be a little bad.
Alexanderkovic was not worried about Michel's Peter group because he was heading east, which is close to Grozny, where the Russian army is deployed more intensively in Chechnya.
Yushchenko's team went deep into the hinterland of Ingushetia.
It is close to North Ossetia and is surrounded by mountains. The deployment of Russian troops there is relatively less concentrated than in the east.
He stood up, walked to the map, pressed his finger on the coordinates of Martan, and then moved westward to Aziho. His eyes fell on Nazran, where there is a police station under the jurisdiction of the FSB Border Guard Bureau.
A company.
"Inform the border garrison in Nazran and ask them to enter a state of combat readiness immediately. Also, tell Yushchenko to be cautious. I estimate that there is a contact point near the border of Ingushetia and North Ossetia. Abu Salam has already
This is not the first time he has been there. Ever since we monitored him, he has been going there every three months. It is nominally to do business. In fact, there are some remote mountain villages and there are no cars at all.
There are no parts to sell after acquisition.”
"Yes, Colonel!" the subordinate replied at attention, then turned and left.
As soon as he left, another subordinate came in.
"Colonel, we received news from Peter's team that they had a firefight with a group of unidentified people."
"Firefight?" Alexanderkovic turned his head from the map, "Are any of our people injured?"
"No, if you count the scratches, then yes." The subordinate showed a smile, and soon ended: "However, all the people on the other side are dead."
"Damn it..." Alexanderkovic pinched his eyebrows, "Didn't you leave anyone alive?"
"We couldn't stay at all. The other party finally fired the grenade and blew it up."
"Sure enough, they are a bunch of lunatics." Alexanderkovic thought for a while and then said: "Let the logistics support people clean the battlefield, extract evidence, and have the 'Alfa' team rush back to Martan immediately to standby. Yushchenko's team may
have trouble with."
"Yes, Colonel!"
…
Ingush region, border area, Aslan.
Yushchenko suddenly turned around at a hill and drove into a path overgrown with grass.
"Yushchenko, you seem to have gone the wrong way." Qin Fei glanced at the laptop screen on his lap, "You should go in this way..."
He pointed to another dirt road outside the windshield, but he soon lost sight of it because the Lada drove behind the hill, completely blocking his view.
"Yes, this is the right place." Yushchenko sighed, "This is not my first time here."
As he spoke, he blocked the car as much as possible, then got out of the car, opened the door, and said to Qin Fei and Mist, who were still confused in the car: "Get out of the car, we are here."
"Are we here?" Qin Fei looked at the screen. The red dot was still moving, not far ahead, about five or six hundred meters away.
What Qin Fei is most worried about now is that he will lose the signal. This ghost place is too remote, with yellowish and almost bare mountains everywhere, with almost no cover.
It's winter now, and the vegetation on the mountain has become barren, and you can see the exposed rocks on the mountain.
"It's not wrong. Abu Salam will stop the car soon. If I guessed correctly." Yushchenko pointed in one direction, "He is going to the small village in front of him called Alebek, which is only seven or eight hundred meters away from here."
meters away, we can use the equipment to monitor him here."
"Why don't we follow?" Qin Fei was a little confused.
Tracking, since the distance is only a few hundred meters, why not follow up and have a look, there is no such thing as tracking.
You have to go at least within a hundred meters and take a photo of the other party's contact person to be successful.
"You are right to listen to me." Yushchenko insisted on his opinion, "Get out of the car now."
Qin Fei could only close his handbag and get out of the car.
Mist also got out of the car, put his feet on the ground and stretched out, rubbing his butt and saying: "This road is really bumpy, the suspension of this car is really not good, my butt is about to be shattered.
.”
Looking at this free-spirited guy, Qin Fei always had the urge to rush up and kick his ass hard.
Except for beauties, Mist never seems to care about anything.
Following Yushchenko, the two of them climbed the hill and squatted down behind a pile of rocks.
The time has reached two o'clock in the afternoon, the sky is no longer gloomy, the snow has stopped in the morning, the sun has worked hard to tear a hole in the clouds, and finally shines into the world.
The visibility is good, which is something to be happy about.
"Why don't we go in?" Qin Fei continued to ask the previous question that had no answer.
"This is not any place you have worked before, this is the North Caucasus." Yushchenko took out the telescope, looked at the village of Arebek in the distance, and began to adjust the focus of the telescope.
After a while, he handed the binoculars to Qin Fei.
"See for yourself, can you enter this village?"
Qin Fei took the telescope suspiciously and looked towards the village less than a kilometer away.
With the help of a large-magnification telescope, almost all of the small village can be seen.
This is a small village built on the mountainside. It doesn't look too big. In the sight of the camera, Qin Fei saw about a hundred private houses in bits and pieces.
Most of the private houses here are made of bluestone and pebbles. They should be built on the mountain and use local materials, giving people a sense of dilapidation.
On the hillside around the village, where there was still some vegetation, Qin Fei could see some goats wandering there, and farmers working in their yards, gathering fodder and so on.
Suddenly, Qin Fei noticed a detail. The center of the camera fell on a villager.
The villager was outside the village, near the entrance, and seemed to be washing a recently slaughtered sheep beside a small stream left by the mountain.
What surprised Qin Fei the most was not the sheep, but something he casually put aside.
It was an AK-47 automatic rifle, mounted vertically on the frame of a small wooden cart. In such a quiet mountain village, this automatic weapon looked particularly dazzling.
"They have guns..."
Qin Fei murmured to himself, seeming to understand something. (To be continued)