Ivan escorted the dentist out of the room, and Paul motioned for Lukovich and the oil bottle in the passage to enter Christovich's room. I'm looking at this guy in the corner. After a while Ivan returned and closed the door, and from outside came the sound of the door opening, followed by the sound of whispering.

After a while, footsteps sounded and walked towards us. As I approached the room, I heard an unfamiliar voice say, "Mr. Ogier in this room?" ”

"Yes, you'll find out by yourself when you go in. I still have something to do, speak lightly. "The dentist is doing well, and he doesn't forget to give a word of advice in this case.

There were two knocks on the door, and I pulled out my pistol and looked at Ivan, who looked at Paul and motioned for him to open the door.

Paul and I came to the door, I stood face to face with him, Paul reached out and opened them, the guy outside didn't seem to suspect anything, the door opened and he walked inside, until he saw the guy crouching in the corner.

But it was too late, so Paul grabbed the guy who was standing in the doorway and wanted to turn around and leave, and dragged the guy in hard. At this moment there was a rush of footsteps and shouts at the door.

"Don't move, put your hand where I see it. Stand against the wall! Lukovich and the oil bottle shouted separately.

I closed the door after Paul dragged him in. I looked outside before the door closed, and Lukovich and the oil bottle came out of the other room and cured the guy he had brought.

I looked back into the room, and the guy in front of me was chubby with a round belly. The skin is fair, the face shape is very kind, and the hair is very short.

"You're Pryalko?" Ivan asked with one look at him.

This fat man named Pryako obviously didn't have enough mental preparation, he looked a little flustered, looked at the person in the corner, and then looked at Ivan, "You... You guys.. Who is it? ”

"Now I'm asking you!" Ivan suddenly came to the fat man's eyes, "I'm asking you once, are you Pryanko?" ”

The fat man stared at Ivan's eyes for a moment, then his eyes quickly softened, and he spoke, "Yes... My name is Pryanko. ”

"Good!" Ivan nodded with satisfaction and pointed to the guy in the corner, "You introduced this person here?" ”

The fat man looked at the guy in the corner again, and then at the person on the bed, "Yes. . . Right... But listen to me. I don't know what they do ... I'm just helping ... I don't even know them. ”

"Shut up! Damn fatty! Paul slapped him in the face.

The slap was so heavy that the fat man covered his face for a while before he straightened up and looked over. Ivan pointed to his face, "Nosebleeds." Wipe it yourself! ”

The fat man didn't say a word, reached into his pocket, took out a clean-looking handkerchief, and wiped his nosebleed. Ivan smiled and said, "I know you're just helping, otherwise I wouldn't have spoken to you." Where do these people come from? You know? ”

The fat man looked up at Ivan, "From Poland." I brought them in from Poland. ”

"Do you know what to do?"

"Nope. I don't know about this. You know I wouldn't have asked. It doesn't matter to me what they do, and if I ask, something will happen. The fat man said.

Ivan nodded, "That's right. How many people did they come? Specifically, you should know this, right? ”

I looked at the fat man and waited for his answer, because now the really valuable questions came.

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p; The fat man pinched his nose, looked at the person in the corner, and said as if after thinking about it: "What you said in total, or a certain time?" ”

"Huh?" Ivan frowned, "How many times did you transport them in?" ”

"No... Of course not, it's not that I divide them up a few times, but their people come a few times. I don't know if that's how they arranged it or how, but that's how it did. So.... ”

"Let's start with how many people came in." Ivan asked.

"In total... THINK ABOUT ... The fat man thought as he pinched his nose, and the voice matched the shape, which was a little funny to be honest, but it would have been better if it hadn't had those red nosebleeds.

After a while, the fat man spoke again: "I transported it three times in total, and each time the number of people was different, the first time it was ten, the second time it was seven, and the third time it was eight people. That's all, that's what I know, maybe they've come in from other sources, but I don't know. ”

"Twenty-five too many?" I looked at Ivan. Twenty-five people, to be honest. It's still this fat man who got in, and the other party must have people who came in through other channels, so there must be at least thirty people, so many people... Something I didn't expect.

"Not strange." Paul began, "There must have been twenty people who attacked our headquarters that day. ”

"Yes. These people should only be in charge of the nature of the hands-on task force, and there should be other people in charge of intelligence gathering, liaison, technical support, etc. Ivan said.

"Then how do you have such a posture like there's an intelligence station here?" I asked.

Ivan sneered, "Otherwise, do you think we are like this?" After speaking, he looked at the fat man, "How do they get in touch?" Don't tell me you're out of touch, but you brought them to this clinic with the people lying here, right? ”

Don't look at the fat man who keeps tilting his head and pinching his nose as if he is focused on stopping the nosebleed, but he should have been paying attention to what we were talking about.

He heard Ivan's question, and this time without any hesitation, he immediately spoke: "There is a connection." Of course contact. ”

"What's the name of the person you're contacting? Is it one of them or someone you've known in the local area before? Ivan asked.

"It is among them ... It's one of them. The fat man said quickly, and it looked like he wanted to quickly get rid of those people.

"What's that man's name?"

"Locke. He calls himself Locke! That's right, it's Locke. The fat man said.

Ivan nodded, "Good." How do you know these guys? ”

"People introduced. A friend who does business with me. From the west, let me help bring a few people and things in. That's it. The fat man said.

"Not a native? And not Russians? Does the West Side refer to countries within NATO? ”

"North. . . Nato..? Yes, yes ... The fat man obviously felt that something was wrong more and more, and he probably knew that he had met him this time that he could not afford to offend anyone at all, and his voice became a little trembling.

"What is it? Which country is it from? Ivan asked.

"Poland ... Not natives, not Russians, Poles, who came in from Poland. Poland is NATO. Yes, it's NATO. The fat man thought hard as he spoke.

"Where are these people now? Do you know? Where they are staying, where they are now. Ivan asked.