Khasayev left the bus and was sent back to the Turkish bath by two FSB agents. Alexanderkovic returned to the control room and met with Qin Fei and others.
"Now, we can only wait."
Aleksandrkovic's deep eyes looked over Qin Fei and the others.
"At present, Basiev has not yet provided detailed shipping requirements and delivery location to Hasayev. You just heard that Basiev sets the pick-up location every time, and then Hasayev formulates the route himself.
Then report the delivery route to Baskiv, who will send someone to get on the truck halfway and escort the truck into the Caucasus Mountains for delivery."
"I thought it would be Basiev's own customized route." Mist said: "I didn't expect Basiev's trust in Hasayev to this extent."
"After all, they have been friends for more than ten years. The most important thing is that when it comes to familiarity with the border and personal connections, Khasayev is much more familiar with it than Basiev." Yushchenko explained on the side: "
But the final location of the transaction was determined by Basiev. According to Hasayev's account, Basiev sent people to escort the car to monitor whether there were any changes. If there were any changes, the loss would only be a confidant escorting the car. As long as
If there is any disturbance or any doubt, Basiev will never show up. Secondly, it can avoid our tracking. The advantage of temporarily changing the delivery location is that Basiev can change the location at any time, so that we cannot arrange it in advance."
"No wonder he lived so long." Michelle sneered, and then asked Alexanderkovic: "Colonel, what are your plans now? Do you want Khasayev to carry a tracker with him, and then track his location based on the tracking signal?
, and then send special forces to arrest?”
"Capture?" Alexanderkovic shook his head: "I don't think a person like Baskev can be captured alive. I have no intention of capturing him alive."
Michelle's face changed slightly.
The colonel's meaning was obvious. They planned to kill Baskev directly and did not plan to send special forces.
"Are you planning to kill Basiev directly?" Michelle asked.
Alexanderkovitch said: "Major, you don't need to ask this question. I already know the answer I will get."
His tone became tougher: "Yes, if Ryuichi Kawasaki appears, we will be happy to get rid of him for your MI17, but if only Basiev appears, we will also take action. Basiev is already with us
He has been operating under the radar for several years and has been elusive. Being able to instigate Khasayev this time is simply a God-given opportunity. I have no reason to let go of this opportunity, and my superiors will not allow me to do so."
"To do this is to burn bridges!" Michelle felt a fire burning in her chest, but she had to suppress it. There was no point in turning against Alexanderkovic here.
"Whatever you say..."
Alexanderkovic had no intention of giving Michelle face, which made Qin Fei next to him a little worried.
This is not the first time the two have clashed.
The British and the Russians never piss in the same pot, not to mention the FSB's plan to kill Basiev is understandable. The illegal armed organization "Caucasus Fighters" is already a remaining anti-government organization in the North Caucasus. As long as it is eradicated
Without Baskif, the situation in this area will be greatly improved, and perhaps unprecedented stability will be achieved.
Before the colonel could finish his words, the phone in his pocket vibrated.
Alexanderkovic looked at the number, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes trembled slightly.
He got up and left the bus without answering the phone on the bus, and Yushchenko also got off the bus.
Michelle stared suspiciously at Alexanderkovic, who was behaving abnormally. After he left, he turned back to Qin Fei and Mist and said, "The Russians can't believe it. We have to find a way ourselves."
"You should have a good talk instead of tit-for-tat, which is not good for anyone." Qin Fei said, "This is the territory of the Russians. If Alexanderkovitch is offended, we may be deported."
"Based on what I know about the Russians, they would really do this." Mist agreed.
A few people were talking to each other in the car, quietly discussing how to get the best of both worlds.
Suddenly, Yushchenko returned to the car, glanced at a few people and said, "Let's go back to the headquarters right now."
"What's the matter?" Qin Fei asked.
Yushchenko said: "I don't know, the colonel didn't say, but this is his order."
After finishing speaking, he walked towards the driver's seat and spoke a few words in Russian to the latter.
The bus left the side street and entered the main road. It soon left the city and headed towards Grozny.
…
Inside the hammam.
Hasayev climbed back into the room from the window and was shocked. He sat on the wooden bench in the locker room for more than ten minutes before he stood up and returned to the lounge chair in the lounge, wearing a bathrobe.
He looked up at the ceiling.
Today was destined to be a sleepless night. Too many things happened and they were too urgent. His mentality was somewhat unable to change.
His role has changed. Nowadays, he is not a member of Basiev, but a member of the FSB.
After I signed that cooperation agreement, there was no turning back.
He would wake up and fall asleep again, tossing and turning like a pancake.
This time, he kept his cell phone with him and put it in the pocket of his bathrobe.
Occasionally he would wake up from his sleep and subconsciously take out the phone and look at the screen to see if there was a call from Basiev.
It wasn't until five o'clock in the morning that it was time to leave.
He must go.
This has always been his habit, never leaving past five o'clock.
If you violate this habit, you will easily attract the attention of those eyeliners who are staring at you.
Returning to the dressing room, Khasayev put on a thick coat and a furry round fur hat, walked through the corridor of the bathroom, and walked into the hall where he left the main door.
The hammam owner stood behind the counter, staring at Khasayev like a lifeless sculpture.
Both of them were acquaintances, and Khasayev nodded slightly to him as a greeting.
The boss showed a weird smile and nodded.
After Hasayev's back disappeared outside the door, the boss sat there for a while, then picked up the phone and dialed a number.
…
At this moment, the bus carrying Qin Fei, Michelle and others had just arrived at the temporary headquarters in Grozny. It was still dark, it was dark everywhere, and there were snowflakes in the sky.
Qin Fei jumped out of the car and looked at the dark night sky, not even a star could be seen.
Thinking of the current impasse, he couldn't help but have a bad feeling. (To be continued)