Bavsky turned around, walked towards a middle-aged man surrounded by several bearded men, and opened his arms.
"Ramzan!" Bearded Petrov also opened his arms.
The two hugged each other, touched each other's cheeks, and said greetings to each other.
"Have everything been delivered?" Bavsky asked, spreading his arms.
"It's all done, the arrangements are over there." The bearded Petrov pointed to the distance.
Qin Fei looked in the direction he pointed. It was a railway track. At the end of the railway track was a tunnel-like building. However, judging from the rusty surface, it seemed that it had not been used for a long time.
He turned his head and looked for the special architectural markings of this place.
Wherever he looked, he found that Bavsky was honest.
This is indeed an abandoned steel mill.
Soviet-style factory buildings from the 1960s and 1970s of the former Soviet Union are everywhere. This style is not unfamiliar to Qin Fei, because there are many such old buildings in China, which are a mark of the times.
There are also a variety of messy equipment and steel frames whose original colors are almost invisible. Even Qin Fei can't tell what they are used for. There are also two towering cooling towers that can be seen about three hundred meters away from him.
Tower, that's a good sniping position.
If you are setting up your own defense, the top of the tower is a good choice.
Of course, a smart man like Basiev would definitely set up sentries there, at least able to control a sight range of almost one kilometer around him.
The entire steel plant is surrounded by forest land, but at this time, everything is covered with white snow. There are only poplar trees that have shed their leaves and pine trees that still have some branches and leaves, but they are all covered with a layer of silver makeup by the snow.
This trading point was chosen well. At least from those high towers, you can see everything within one kilometer with naked vision. If you have a telescope, the control distance will be several kilometers.
He is indeed a veteran of war.
It seems that Basiev has already prepared for a special forces team to raid here and considered the issue of vigilance.
Sneaking here now is probably not that difficult. To escape the surveillance of sentries posted around, the chances are very low. Even the top special forces cannot do it.
The ground attack would probably be blocked even before it entered the five-kilometer radius around the steel plant. People in the steel plant would have enough time and opportunity to evacuate.
Basiev must have reserved an evacuation channel, but Qin Fei didn't know what it was.
The only way is to conduct an air raid, which can clear out the ground sentries and patrols as quickly as possible, and then allow the transport plane to rappel to the target area.
It's just that Basiev has the latest model of "Stinger" missiles in hand, and he can't avoid the interception even with helicopter air raids. If there is the slightest mistake, the entire army may be annihilated.
This old fox.
Qin Fei sneered in his heart and continued to turn his neck and scanned everything around him.
Judging from the faded red five-star on the circular iron arch in the distance, it seems that it used to be a state-owned steel mill.
But that was a long time ago. Now it seems that production here has been stopped and there is no steel to be smelted.
As for the tunnel, Qin Fei felt that there was a lot in it.
Maybe Basiev's escape route is here. If it were him, he might also choose this place as a means of evacuation.
No one knows where this tunnel leads.
Once attacked, the Russian army, air force, and special forces will surround the area with iron barrels. Even if they cannot attack, they will not let the people inside out.
So, the only way to go is here.
Even if the FSB agents can obtain the drawings of the tunnel, who guarantees that the tunnel has not been redeveloped after so many years? It is not difficult for an illegal armed leader with sufficient funds to dig a secret tunnel for escape.
He withdrew his gaze and turned to Baskev, who was having a lively chat with his bearded friend Petrov.
"Oh! I know you are reliable and I can rely on you for everything."
Hearing Petrov say that all the goods were arranged, Baskev seemed very satisfied and hugged his old friend again.
Then he asked about the security situation here.
"My people have set up defenses around just now, but I'm still worried. My old friend, today's transaction is very important and very dangerous. It is related to our lives, so I have to ask one more question, what have you done nearby?"
Clear it?”
"No problem. Starting last night, I sent people to search all the mountains and forests within five kilometers and places where people can hide people. They dug three feet into the ground. There are now at least a hundred people outside the steel plant.
I'm in charge of patrolling. If you add your people, I'm afraid it's already a fully reinforced company, so don't worry!"
Petrov patted his chest and assured: "For this transaction, I have used all the personnel I can use."
He looked around, curled his lips and joked: "I even asked my men to bring over relatives they could trust."
Baskif frowned and looked around.
As Petrov said, everywhere within sight are Petrov's men, all wearing old-fashioned ammunition belts and carrying a variety of different guns. It is simply a hodgepodge, such as AK47 and so on.
Both r4 assault rifle and m4 are available.
For so many years, as Baskev's most trusted partner in Karabell, Petrov was his most capable assistant and the one he kept the best secret.
In the past, Khasayev was asked to do many things. In fact, as a businessman on the surface, Petrov's border processing ability was no less than that of the fruit merchant Khasayev.
But in order to protect Petrov, Bavsky has always tried to avoid letting him participate too much in dangerous tasks.
But this time, it was good steel that was used on the blade, and Petrov was used as a chess piece.
Suddenly a call came from the intercom.
Petrov picked up the walkie-talkie and had a conversation with the men inside.
"Boss, a convoy is entering the warning range under our control."
"Is it the army or agents?" Petrov asked cautiously.
"It doesn't look like they were driving Land Rover SUVs. There were eight vehicles."
"Stop it."
Just as he was talking, Bavsky's cell phone rang in his pocket.
He picked it up and saw that it was Kawasaki Ryuichi's number.
"Mr. Chuanqi, I'm already at the trading point. The time is almost up." He raised his wrist and looked at his watch, "I haven't seen where you are yet."
"My convoy is entering your warning range. Please let your people pass immediately and do not behave hostilely towards us."
"Are you your people in that eight-car Land Rover convoy?"
"Yes, I'm in the car."
"Where's Mr. Fan?"
"Also."
"Okay!" Baskev cut off the phone and said to Petrov next to him: "They are guests. Ask them not to shoot. Check them and send the photos for confirmation. I will see if it is the person I am waiting for."