By the time I hit the road again, it was already completely light. Without any rest, we headed north, as if someone were chasing us. However, this was soon proven wrong. Because after we hit the road again, we were tired, hungry, and even thirsty. But it wasn't until near noon that he left the highway at a place called Barakville, and found a restaurant near the highway, intending to take a short break and fill his stomach.

In fact, by the time we stopped, each of us was exhausted. The continuous fighting and running have long exhausted our physical energy, and what is more fatal is the wounds on our bodies, although not fatal, but even more exhausting.

The restaurant we went to was not very good, after all, it was a remote place not far from the highway, and there were generally no decent restaurants in such places.

We parked our cars, each brought our pistols, and covered up our wounds before we got out of the car and entered the restaurant. At this moment, there are quite a lot of people in the restaurant, most of them should be people who are in a hurry, and they are all in a hurry.

A few people at the table stood up as we entered, and after complaining for a while about the poor food, they walked towards the door.

I took a quick glance around the people around me, and when I was sure there was nothing suspicious, I motioned for Salim and Christovic to come and sit.

This location is in the middle of the restaurant, and there is still a lot of leftover food on the table, and the waiter comes to clean up. When I got to the table, I gathered the things on the table to one side, took out some money, handed it to Binyukov, and said, "Look at it, order some food and drink." Order more, and you can take it with you on the road later. ”

Binyukov nodded, took the money and walked quickly to the front desk to order food. The three of us sat down separately. After sitting down, Christovic appeared in some pain. I looked at him and said, "How do you feel?" ”

"It feels terrible... I didn't feel anything in my left hand except for pain. It felt like the left hand was made for pain. Christovich said.

His words made Salim on the side smile, "Hehe." Think about the good. For example, it's good to feel pain, which means that everything is normal except for the injury. ”

"yes... Isn't that the worst form of consolation? Kristovich looked at Salim helplessly and smiled bitterly.

I chuckled, and the piece on my arm was better now, at least not as painful as it used to be. I looked around and then looked at the time, it was already past eleven o'clock, and the old guy said that as long as I held on until noon today, everything would be fine. It was clear that the time was now, but the old guy hadn't called me yet.

So I pulled out the phone and pressed the old guy's phone number. On the other side of the phone, the old guy obviously knew my intention to call. So after answering the phone, before I could say anything, he said, "Wait." Wait. Berezov was in a bit of trouble there. ”

"When?" I tried to suppress my anger and said, "Our current situation is like a small raft floating on the sea, with a little wind and waves, we will be finished. ”

"I know. Of course I do. The old fellow immediately said, "But now it's critical." It's true. "The old man was panting as he spoke, and it felt like he was talking on the phone while walking briskly or trotting.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm rushing to support Berezov. Anything else? It's okay, let's do it first. Remember, hold off a little longer. It won't be too long, it really won't be too long. ”

"Okay. So be it. I hung up the phone, and I was ready to have a good conversation with the old guy. But after hearing him say that he was going to support Berezov, I gave up. Because these words make me feel that we have indeed reached the end of the mountain, and this is not what the old fellow hopes or can change, he has reached the point where he himself has gone into battle.

I put away the phone, and Salim looked at me and said, "Our mission continues?" ”

"Going on." I nodded, "Something went wrong with Berezov." It is estimated that Krzhakov was unwilling to fail, and also wanted to come to the rescue like us. ”

"How long will that take?" Salim said.

"I don't know." I shook my head, "But the old guy told me it wouldn't be long." I think too, once the operation fails again, he will have to try to negotiate a solution. Unless he didn't want the woman and child of the Chrisch family to end well. ”

"Huh." Salim laughed when I said this, "These people don't seem to be as alive as we are, or even far behind." ”

"Really?" I looked at him puzzled, "You can compare with others now?" ”

"I mean my own family." Salim waved his hand and said, "At least my family can live with peace of mind." They live a comfortable and carefree life in a small Italian town. ”

"Huh. You should be the same, and you should have lived this way a long time ago. I laughed and said, "Are you talking about your child?" ”

"I have a big family. There are many brothers and sisters, not just children. Salim said and smiled.

While he was talking, Binyukov came over with something to eat. These are nothing more than hamburgers, fries, and other fried foods, as well as carbonated drinks. It's all junk food, but when you're hungry, it's unusually tasty and even refreshing, because you can fully satisfy your appetite for a big bite to eat. So after it was served, none of us spoke, we were all munching on the food, even Christovich, as if his left hand didn't hurt anymore.

In less than 10 minutes, we solved the stomach problem. The burps caused by carbonated drinks are even more satisfying.

"It's time to go." As I spoke, I picked up the food in a paper bag and packed it away.

But just as we were each getting up and getting to the door, two cars came from the direction of the highway and parked in an empty on-street parking space not far from us. I glanced at the car, just casually. But after one look, I felt that something was wrong with this car, because the front one of the cars, the door in the driver's seat, opened once and closed again.

It's a very strange thing, and although I can't say what the weirdness is, I just feel uneasy and feel that something is wrong. So I slowed down, slowly reached into my pocket and tightened my grip on the gun. I looked away, just keeping an eye on the two cars in my spare eye as I whispered to the person next to me, "Watch out for the two cars on our left." Pay attention to them. ”

The battle is about to start again!!

(End of chapter)