This is a Turkish bath, and it's not low-grade. At least from the outside, it looks luxurious and has a Turkish architectural style.
Mist leaned back in the chair and stretched.
"Hey, why don't you let us in too? If the hammam is authentic, it is very comfortable. There are hot and cold pools, and a lot of fruits and dried fruits. After eating, you can have a good sleep. There is also "tanrak" in it.
", I will apply essential oil all over your body to relax you, and give you a good massage for two hours..."
"What is Tanrak?" Qin Fei asked.
"It's the masseuse," Mist said.
Suddenly noticing something strange in Qin Fei's eyes, Mist added: "It's not what you think, it's a regular masseur. Generally speaking, they are older, and their techniques are absolutely ancient and authentic."
"Oh, there are bathhouses in the north of our country. There are also tanks in them, but we don't call them that. We are called bathers, or bath masters. We can also massage, but you are responsible for most of the bathing." Qin
Fei said.
"A bath?" Mist's eyes suddenly became a little strange, "A man gives a bath to a man? Oh! Qin, are you so open-minded?"
"According to what you said, Turkish bath is not about men giving men massages? What's the difference? When taking a bath, the master will use a towel to rub all the dirt off your body..." Qin Fei made a bathing motion.
"That will completely open your pores and make you feel very comfortable."
"So..." Mist looked down at his crotch, "Can I wash it here?"
"Fuck you!" Qin Fei rolled his eyes and chatted with Alexandre Dumas, but was always taken into the ditch without warning. "When these things are done, if you are willing, you can come with me to my motherland.
I'll take you to try it."
"Your country?" Mist's expression became strange again, "My status seems to be unpopular, right?"
"That's right, forget it." Qin Fei was too lazy to talk to the big stallion and leaned on the seat. There was a heater in the car, which was a bit stuffy. It was freezing and snowy outside, and the sky was filled with ice and fire.
"I said these Russians really know how to enjoy themselves, and they would choose a place like this to carry out missions." Mist suddenly ran out of words, and he was really flustered.
After the decision to attack Khasayev last night, the surveillance team and the action team were dispatched together and came to the outside of this Turkish bath and have been monitoring it ever since.
Alexanderkovic must find a safe way to rebel against Khasayev.
A way that can't hurt him, and can't take the other person away in public in full view of the public.
No one knows whether Baskev's informants are placed around Hasayev himself. Judging from the behavior of this illegal armed leader, it is indeed very likely that he will do that, and has already done so.
Therefore, the place to attack Khasayev must be secretive enough, and the action must be lightning fast to control him without any witnesses.
There is one more crucial point.
To incite rebellion against Khasayev, no torture can be used.
This is very different from Qin Fei's previous methods of interrogating big men to extract confessions. After all, when he caught Johar outside the village of Arebek, Qin Fei had tried Yushchenko's extreme methods.
The other way around is to light sky lanterns, a completely cruel method.
Da Maozi has always been rough in style, but Qin Fei was very interested to see how they instigated Khasayev in the shortest possible time - they could not force confessions, torture, or let anyone see them, and the time could not be delayed too long.
It was controlled within the normal delivery time when Khasayev usually left the hammam.
According to the investigators' information, Khasayev had to go back to this hammam two days a week - Wednesday and Saturday, and stayed there from night to five in the morning.
In other words, after the team responsible for arresting Khasayev is under control, they must take him to the interrogation point without anyone seeing him, and then release him at five o'clock in the morning, that is, before dawn.
As long as one of these links goes wrong, the entire operation will fail, and the clue to Khasayev will be broken and become worthless.
In order to determine a suitable interrogation point, the people in the operation headquarters racked their brains and retrieved the entire Turkish bath building plan. After research, they found that it was most convenient and safest to do it in the dressing room.
Usually late at night, there is no one in the locker room. Everyone has taken a shower and gone to get a massage or lie on the bed in the bathroom lounge to sleep. The only place where people go in is the locker room when they change clothes.
The FSB agents would dress up as waiters without alerting the bathroom owner, and then at around one o'clock in the morning - when almost no one would come to the locker room, they would wake up those who should be enjoying a good night's sleep in the lounge.
Khasayev, told him that his phone kept ringing in his locker.
For people like Khasayev, the phone is a very important communication tool. Although he usually rarely gets calls at one o'clock in the morning, but recently the XS gel explosive mission seems to be in progress, and he doesn't want to
Knowing that Baskev had not called him in an emergency, he would definitely get up immediately and go to the locker room.
The interrogation point is set up in a modified bus with good sound insulation equipment. It is parked a block away. When the people inside start to move, the bus will slowly drive towards the cross street where the back door of the Turkish bath is.
came, and after the agents inside succeeded, they picked up Khasayev, who was wrapped like a rice dumpling, from the rear window and carried out rebellion in the car.
Qin Fei, Michelle, Mist and a few others were on the bus. Of course, there was also Alexanderkovic on the bus - the intelligence chief personally took action tonight, and he was responsible for instigating rebellion.
In fact, Qin Fei also understood why Alexanderkovic came to the scene in person.
To convince a Basiev follower, there must be an important figure in the FSB present. It is like negotiating a big business. If you send a salesperson, there will always be no sincerity, no persuasiveness, and no decision-making power. The CEO personally
It's completely different when you go out. This is a matter of grade and specifications.
Qin Fei grabbed his head and looked towards the other end of the bus.
Colonel Alexanderkovic was sitting in a comfortable chair, with the pipe in his mouth that never left his mouth, his eyes slightly closed, as if he was concentrating with his eyes closed.
Perhaps he was planning how to use four hours to instigate rebellion against a businessman who had been working with Basiev for nearly twenty years.
Time passed bit by bit.
Qin Fei looked at the row of LCD screens in front of him. The back half of the bus was the work area for surveillance equipment and surveillance personnel. The front half was freed up. There were tables and chairs inside, which was no different from an ordinary interrogation room.
Everything is arranged and just waiting for the fish to take the bait.
On the screen, there are all the images captured and transmitted back by the FSB agents installed in the Turkish bath with micro-pinhole cameras, as well as the voice communications between them.
At one o'clock in the morning, Qin Fei's watch started to vibrate, and he raised his eyes to look at the screen.
At this time, it’s time for the good show to begin. (To be continued)