Coleman returned almost an hour later, and we worked with him to move the gear, food, and water into the warehouse where we were staying.

Coleman gasped for breath as he finished moving his things, pointing to the two large duffel bags on the table and saying, "These are the guns." ”

Semolov and I each opened a travel bag, and I had a pistol in it, a Glock 18. And in Semolov's bag was an MP5 submachine gun.

I pulled out one pistol after another, "Exactly twelve?" One handful per person? I said and looked at Semolov, "How many do you have?" ”

"Four MP5s. Everything else is bullets. Semolov said with some disappointment.

"What weapons will the people around the target use? What kind of equipment did the guards who guarded him at the villa have? I asked.

"The only person around him is a pistol, and it should be similar to this one. At the villa, according to the surveillance, no other guns were found, but I guess they will have a G36." Coleman said.

"Okay. That is, they will have assault rifles, right? And that's all we have? Semolov looked at the guns and shook his head, "I suddenly miss the worn-out AK-47s that Rebic gave us." ”

"Don't be so pessimistic. We're not here to tackle tough things. If we really miss the opportunity to fight with his people, we should leave immediately, and we should not be entangled at all. Ivan said.

I looked at Lukovich next to me, "Let everyone get a pistol and distribute ammunition." After speaking, I looked at Ivan: "Is it that you will leave without a hit?" I thought about it before, whether we succeed here or not, we have to get out of here as soon as we do it. Because there's a Yankee here, I don't think he'll let us go easily, whether we succeed or not, right? “

"That's a good point." Ivan nodded, "That's why I'm asking Coleman to prepare everything we need for our retreat before we even make a move." “

"I'll get things in order as soon as I can." Coleman, after seeing me and Semolov each with a pistol on their bodies, continued: "When are you going to go out and have a look?" “

"Do you have a gun?" I asked.

Coleman shook his head and said, "No." “

I picked one up and handed it to him, "Take it." Maybe it works, especially when you're with us. “

After Coleman took the gun, Semolov said, "What about these MP5s?" Do you want to stay here for now? ”

I looked at the guns, nodded, and said, "We can't carry them out, can we?" Let's go buy some backpacks first. “

"Backpack? What backpack? Coleman asked.

I glanced at him and said, "Backpack." For travel, the camera is not the camera-shaped bag, but the kind of bag that can hold both the camera and the lens and some shooting equipment. It's about the size of a school bag, or even a little bigger. Are these MP5 butts retractable? “

"Oh. . . I understand. You're going to pretend to be a sightseeing guy and carry your bag and hide your gun in your bag, right? Coleman said.

"Of course. Otherwise, do you think I really have a camera? As long as it's about the same size and shape, a backpack will do. I said.

"Understood. Shall we go right away? By the way, buy back the kind of bag you said. Coleman said.

I nodded and looked at Ivan, "Are you going?" “

Ivan shook his head and said, "I'm going to contact Younis first and report the situation here to him." “

"Oh well. I'll go with Semolov, and Lukovich will come with me. So the three of us drove with Coleman and found the kind of backpack I was talking about in a store that had just entered town. We bought four at once as needed, not only backpacks, but we also bought some clothes and shoes that looked like travelers.

Coleman didn't take us into town immediately after shopping, but walked along the edge of the city to the vicinity of our target, which was Wastich's quarters.

I have to say, this guy really knows how to choose a place and will enjoy it. This city is not like a metropolis at all, with tall buildings and no sky, and everyone looks like they are rushing. It's a place where you can see it at a glance. There are not many people on the road, and from time to time people ride bicycles slowly past the side of the road. Every once in a while, you can see some ancient buildings that do not belong to this era at all, but are well preserved and beautifully shaped. People here don't seem to be in a hurry, but even the speed of public transportation is not very fast, making people feel like a tour bus, deliberately allowing people's eyes to see the scenery on both sides of the road.

And what about our target, where the guy Vastich lives? When we looked at it from afar, the villa was unremarkable. At least we were comparing him to Ogier's villa, and now that I've seen it with my own eyes, I realize we're wrong.

The target's home is far from being as big as the photo shows, which has to be said to be the unprofessional person who took the photo. Although it was true that there was a courtyard and a fence, it was much shorter than Ogil's, and the various hollowed-out carvings on the wall made the whole wall more like an ornament than a cold thing to keep one's dwelling safe from the outside world. The main building of the villa is not like a modern building, but more like the ancient architectural styles you see on the way here. This is even more comparable to the residence of the tycoon-like Ogier.

"This old guy's home is so beautiful." Semolov said as he sat in the car and looked at Vastich's villa.

I nodded and didn't speak, now we'll have to start looking closely. As the car approached, I could see through the hollowed out patterns on the fence that there were people guarding the courtyard wall, as in the photo.

"Do you want to move on?" Coleman, who was driving, asked.

"Just drive over at normal speed. It's okay. I said, gesturing to the cars parked on both sides of the road at the gate, "He's not the only family living in this area. “

Coleman drove past the door at a normal pace. I noticed that there were some surveillance cameras hidden in the corners of the villa's exterior walls. The curtains of the windows of the villa were drawn, and the doors were tightly closed. Looks like this guy is still scared of someone coming for him.

The car quickly moved away from Vastich's villa, and Semolov looked at Coleman and said, "Does the car parked at the door have his car?" ”

"Nope." Coleman shook his head, "He's not here now, maybe he's out again." ”

"Then take us the path he might have taken to the place where he used to watch concerts." Semolov said.