Five o'clock in the morning, Magas, the capital of Ingushetia, five-star hotel Artis Plaza Hotel.
In the bar on the first floor, Mist walked in tiredly and sat down in the chair next to the bar.
"Bartender, give me two boom! And a bottle of tequila."
The bartender at the bar looked at the tired-looking man in front of him, who was still wearing a tactical uniform. He quickly took out the wine, made two boom glasses for him, and then politely placed a bottle of tequila on Mis
In front of special.
Mist felt in his pocket and took out a hundred dollar bill.
He was stunned.
This was something Qin Fei lost to him when he bet with him before, and he kept it.
After staring blankly for a while, Mist suddenly grinned.
He handed the bill to the bartender.
"Your tip."
The bartender was also stunned, then took the bill, bowed politely, and left happily.
Mist picked up the cup and said to himself: "This is a really crazy day..."
After gesticulating in the air, as if toasting to an invisible old friend, Mist raised his head and poured boom into his mouth.
After picking up the second cup, there were sudden footsteps at the door.
Major Michel held the phone and shouted into the receiver in a fierce tone: "I don't accept your explanation. I want to see Qin himself! Do you understand? It's him! I brought him here, I must
Take him away!"
I didn't know who was on the other end of the phone, but Mist guessed it was Alexanderkovic.
Only people from the fsb could make the major so furious.
Sure enough, when he came to the bar and sat down in a chair, Michelle listened to the phone for a while, then slammed the phone on the bar table, startling the bartender who was cleaning the glasses.
She said angrily to the handsome bartender: "Give me a bottle of whiskey right now!"
The bartender hurriedly went to get the drinks, not daring to provoke the female evil star.
Michelle reached out and grabbed the wine glass directly from Mist's hand, raised her head and downed the glass, then placed the glass heavily on the table.
"Beauty...you seem to have eaten gunpowder."
Mist turned sideways and looked at the angry female agent in front of him with interest.
It has to be said that when Michelle is angry, she has a primitive wildness in her body, like a wild horse that is difficult to tame.
As a veteran of the Special Forces who lived under fire and bullets, Mister admired and was fascinated by this temperament.
Giving Mister a sideways glance, the major said angrily: "We came to help the Russians. Unexpectedly, now that the matter has been settled, we have become outsiders here. They killed Baskev and thought of us."
Throw it aside like a garbage bag. Now I can't even contact Qin and his people, damn! These polar bears have no credibility!"
Mist comforted: "Major, there were indeed some problems with our actions yesterday. Besides, you also know that you and I are both from the British and American camps. It is understandable that the Russians here do not like us."
Michelle suddenly stopped and stared outside the bar through the huge arched glass window.
"Did you see two guys in coats outside in the parking lot?"
Mist looked in the direction Michelle said and saw two middle-aged men wearing hats and coats smoking in the snow.
The major said: "These must be FSB agents who are watching us. They treat us like prisoners."
She was about to have a seizure again, and Mist held her shoulders with his hands.
"Don't be impatient, my great beauty."
"Qin was seriously injured, and he doesn't know whether he will live or die now. I asked Alexanderkovic to go to the hospital, but they said it was their business and refused my request!" Michelle said with an angry look: "This is simply unacceptable.
Reasonable!"
"I think if you are just worried about Qin's life and death, then I advise you that there is no need to fall out with the FSB people." Mist's tone was calm, as if he knew something.
"What do you mean?" Michelle asked.
Mist looked around, then returned his gaze to Michelle's face: "The things here are very complicated. You also know Qin's identity. It's a little different. Although we cooperate, but which department does he belong to?"
, we still don’t have a final conclusion. But I think there is no doubt who his father is. For this kind of matter, the FSB will contact the military of country Z. "
"Talking to people, don't make nonsense of things!" Michelle said angrily.
Mist's face turned yellow, and he said with a look of asking for trouble: "Let me tell you one thing, Qin is no longer in Russia."
"What!?" Michelle was shocked.
Mist raised his hand and looked at his watch and said: "In the Russian army hospital, Qin Fei was out of danger for a long time. An hour ago, he was sent to the Moscow Air Force Airport by a military plane, where there was a private
The plane is waiting for him, and the best doctors are responsible for transporting him. He has now left Russia. That is a matter between the Z people and the Russians, and we can't interfere."
Michelle was stunned for a long time before she recovered.
No matter where Mist's information came from, there must be channels he can trust.
In this case, it means that Qin Fei is no longer in danger.
Michelle asked: "Where are the people under him?"
Mist poured wine for the two of them, spread his hands and said, "Are you talking about the people from the Holy Cross Society and the X Mercenary Group?"
Michelle nodded and said, "That's right."
Mist shrugged and said: "Disappeared, like the morning fog in the forest. When the sun comes out, they naturally disappear into the air."
"Hmph!" Michelle suddenly sneered, "Why do I feel like we are fools in this matter?"
"Okay, beauty." Mist raised the cup: "At least the result is good. Kawasaki Ryuichi is dead, Basiev is dead, and even Black Sun's Fan Tianlong is dead. Everyone has got rid of their big worries.
, this matter is actually something to be happy about.”
He raised his cup.
"To those teammates who died."
Michelle's eyes felt warm, and she also raised her cup: "Here's to them!"
The two drank it all in one gulp.
"What are you going to do next?" Mist suddenly asked.
Michelle sighed: "Go back to London, there is still a lot of finishing work for the operation."
"No, no, no, I'm not talking about such a long-term thing, I'm talking about..." Mist's eyes became ambiguous: "What are you going to do in the next few hours?"
"It's so cold." Michelle glanced at the snowflakes outside the window, "I think I will go to the gym to do some exercise, then take a hot bath and have a good sleep..."
"Doing exercises?" Mist immediately said: "I actually like sports. There is an old saying that life lies in exercise! In fact, I don't think you need to go to the gym. You can do exercises in your room.
This kind of exercise can consume 300 calories in just half an hour, which is equivalent to jogging for 2 kilometers, and it is also good for cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases. It is worth trying."
Michelle asked: "Oh? Really? What kind of indoor sport is it?"
Mist looked embarrassed and said: "However, this kind of exercise also has an inconvenience. It can't be done by one person, it needs two people to do it..."
After saying that, there was a raging fire in his pupils.
Michelle was stunned for a moment and then understood.
She suddenly grabbed the bottle of whiskey and poured it and the tequila into a large flagon.
Then, she looked at the Delta Force member in front of her with provocative eyes.
"Okay, if you can drink this bottle of wine with me, I might consider doing some exercise with you to exercise your damn legs!"
"Deal!" Mist picked up the wine bottle, poured himself a full glass without saying a word, and drank it up.
This was the most enjoyable drink he had ever had in his life.