Hasayev's tense nerves immediately relaxed, he closed his eyes and thanked the god who gave his envelope softly.
"Oh! Why are you calling me now!? Didn't I tell you the purpose of this new number before!? Damn it! Shamili! What on earth have you done!"
On the other end of the phone came Basiev's loud and irritable scolding voice.
Shamili is Khasayev’s nickname.
He and Basiev were close friends, and of course they called each other by their nicknames.
On the contrary, Hasayev no longer had the fear before, but was overjoyed and said: "Thank God! You are not dead! You are really not dead!"
"What are you crazy about!? Why should I die!?" Basiev's voice was already full of murderous intent, because he was taboo about the word "death".
After playing cat and mouse games with the FSB for so many years, Basiev himself has become a bit neurasthenic. He absolutely does not want to hear these sensitive words because they are too unlucky.
"No, no, no, I'm not cursing you, dear Ramzan."
He also called Basiev's nickname and said ecstatically: "Because I received very bad news yesterday and the day before yesterday, about you and your men..."
"I know what you heard. Johar was captured and I died, right?" Baskif snorted a few times on the other end of the phone, like a pig that didn't bother to eat. "That's all."
Can the people of the FSB kill me so easily? I'm fine, very good. I had already evacuated before they attacked the village, leaving some warriors to fight them there, and by the way, I tried out those new toys."
"New toy?" Khasayev was a little interested in this term, because he could obviously hear that Baskev was quite proud when he mentioned this word.
"Well, it's a new type of offensive explosive called XS gel explosive. It's very stable and difficult to detect. The explosion is much more powerful than C4. The Army Special Forces and Alpha Team who attacked the village yesterday paid a heavy price.
The price, those Russian guys have tasted how powerful we are, Shamili, think about it, if I can obtain the formula and manufacturing equipment of these XS gel explosives, then I can put Moscow into panic!"
Khasayev could only laugh a few times in agreement. He was not interested in fighting or explosives at all. What he cared about was his own safety and the business entrusted to him by Basiev.
Because when it comes to money, Basiev is still very generous, at least working for him makes a lot of money.
"That's really great news." He said with a dry smile, "Is this what I want to transport on this mission?"
"Shamili, don't ask about things you shouldn't ask about." Basiev immediately changed his mind, his happy laughter disappeared and was replaced by a cold warning.
"Have you forgotten the rules we made many years ago?"
"Yes, yes, I am troublesome." There were a few drops of cold sweat on Khasayev's forehead.
"This phone number can no longer be used. I will change it. You will receive a new number in our secret mailbox. Remember, don't take the initiative to call me..."
"I can't help it, because it involves your life and death, and I have to find out clearly. Look, we have been old friends for many years, and I am doing this because of my relationship with you." As a businessman, Hasayev has a career like Baskev's.
Soldiers are much more diplomatic. Originally they were only concerned about their own safety, but they pretended to be concerned about the safety of others.
However, this set of Basifu is quite useful.
"Okay, I get it. This time it was also because of me, but it won't happen again." Basiev warned Khasayev calmly and immediately hung up the phone.
Hearing the busy tone on the phone's receiver, Hasayev breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his wrist and looked at his watch. It was only two minutes.
This is very Basiev, because Basiev will never talk for more than three minutes. Even if the conversation has a lot of content, he will hang up at almost three minutes and then redial.
This is because if someone is monitoring the phone, the specific location cannot be located in such a short period of time, which ensures Basiev's own safety.
It is also because of this kind of caution that Baskev is still able to be active even after the FSB tracked him for so many years.
Since Basiev was not dead, Khasayev was relieved.
Johar is also dead. From Baskif's tone, it seems that he is not worried about Johar at all. Presumably, this guy did not betray himself before he died.
After confirming the news that Baskev was still alive, Hasayev was in a good mood. He put down his mobile phone and walked to the window and opened it, letting in the warm sunshine from outside.
His house is connected to his own yard. On this side is his three-story building and garden. On the other side of the wooden fence on the right is his other side's fruit yard and warehouse.
The workers are busy, and their granddaughters and grandsons do not have classes today because it is Sunday. They are chasing and playing in the garden. Everything is still beautiful.
Suddenly, a scene in the distance aroused his interest.
Turning back to the table, Khasayev fetched a pair of binoculars.
He keeps this pair of binoculars on his desk all year round. People say he likes to watch birds. In fact, this is a tool he uses to observe whether there are surveillance personnel around his warehouse and residence.
Go back to the window and look into the distance with the binoculars.
In sight, a van tool truck painted light blue was parked on the side of the road. The logo of a communications company was painted on the car body. Several people in overalls got out of the car, and some were carrying tool boxes.
, set up a ladder and climbed up a telephone pole.
Lifting the telescope slightly, Khasayev saw the wiring box on the telegraph pole.
He relaxed slightly.
The bad weather for several days has caused damage to communication equipment. Just now, mobile phones actually had signals. Now these communication company maintenance workers are probably here to repair the landline lines.
He returned to his desk, put the telescope away, put his legs on the desk, and began to reflect on the conversation he had just had with Basiev.
It seems that XS gel explosive is a relatively new type of explosive, and Basiev values it very much. He had never seen this illegal armed leader so excited before helping him smuggle shoulder-launched "Stinger" anti-aircraft missiles.
This time, I'm afraid my transportation costs will definitely not be low.
Thinking of this, he happily poured himself a cup of steaming black tea and began to figure out which route he would probably take this time.
Do you come in from Georgia or cross the border from Dagestan?
While Khasayev was enjoying himself at his desk, a communications company van was parked on the roadside about a kilometer away from him. Yushchenko took off the monitoring earphones, and his expression changed.
It was very ugly.
Qin Fei, Michelle, and Mist sat aside. They knew what happened.
The communication interruption last night was certainly not an accident, nor was it caused by heavy snow, it was man-made.
Less than an hour after Johar confessed Khasayev, FSB technicians arrived here and caused a "communication failure." In the signal transmitting base stations around Khasayev's home,
Listening equipment has been implanted.
Every call made in the vicinity will be recorded by the equipment on the surveillance vehicle, screened and filtered, and then converted into voice through software.
The conversation between Hasayev and Baskev has been recorded on the hard drive of the device.
"Baskiv is not dead..." Yushchenko gritted his teeth, picked up the mobile phone next to him, and dialed Alexanderkovitch. (To be continued)