The old guy readily agreed to my request. It could be seen that these problems were nothing to him or the owner behind him, after all, they had a greater cooperation in the future.

But for the old guy's former team member, apparently the mission about the guy was aborted. The old guy shouldn't even have a grasp of that guy's whereabouts. And there is not much time left here for the old guy, he is like a coyote entering the lion's territory to feed, and he may be discovered by a strong opponent at any time.

We didn't go together, and the old guy left with a few retinues after meeting me. This is probably for safety reasons, just like he is not a local custom at all, but just a cover-up. After all, it was determined before I came here that there were many American eyes and spies in the border areas between Afghanistan and Palestine.

Berezov led us quickly into Peshawar and into a prestigious house that was used as a safe house. Here we dressed up in disguise, especially Sadat's father and son and the guides, who not only showered and changed their clothes and shoes, but also gave them a haircut and a beard. After that, someone took ID photos for each of us, and after another day and a half of waiting, we got everything we needed to leave the country. What makes me feel funny is that the identity assigned to us to leave the country is actually a reporter... I looked at myself and the Sadat and the guide around me, is this temperament a little similar? The few people next to me haven't even touched the camera, and Sadat and they probably can't even read and write basically, so they are still reporters?

Maybe Berezov also felt that we didn't feel like reporters at all, so he specially found a few flat glasses for us and asked us to bring them separately, so that we could pretend to be Sven.

After dressing up, we boarded the plane to Turkmenistan overnight. And two days later returned to the Ukrainian city of Mariupol, to the headquarters of the XVII Directorate.

Here we were all sent for a detailed medical examination, after which I met with Said, who was about to leave Ukraine but had not yet left. In front of the old guy Younis, who had already returned, I handed over the Sadat father and son and the guide to Saeed, as I had agreed with the old guy Younis, and Saeed took them back to the Middle East and to the MSL world composed of Arabs.

For this arrangement, Sadat's father and son and the guide were very satisfied, and even far exceeded their expectations. They told me that they thought they were in Pakistan or the countries around Afghanistan...

After seeing off the three men, I took Ashraf to Paul's training base. Here I met not only Paul, but also the gardeners who had returned from Afghanistan, Lukovich and Salim.

Everyone was very happy to see me come back alive and stand in front of them without missing anything, and they hugged me warmly while scolding Qasim and Said that they were not things, and they were talking nonsense with their eyes open, and they had to say that I was dead.

I don't really care about what Qasim and Saeed say. After all, it was chaotic, and there was a moment when I was swept away by the blast wave from the explosion and I really thought I was going to be finished, let alone the experience after that... And the group of guys in front of me who insist that I am not dead are more because we have fought side by side too many times and have a different friendship from ordinary people. So I didn't feel any resentment or anger at Syed and Qasim when they said I was dead. In the end, I comforted the angry people and told them not to pay too much attention to them.

I introduced Ashraf to Paul, and I told Paul the story that Ahmed had told me earlier about Ahmed himself and his company. After hearing this story, Paul didn't say a word about letting me take Ashraf here for training, and directly arranged for him to Sasha, and asked Sasha to give him important care. According to Paul, a group of novices have recently been assigned here to train, just in time for Achraf to train alongside, and if he can stick with it and is interested, Paul will put him in a more professional team for more rigorous training.

After arranging Achraf, I felt a lot more relaxed. Ashraf will be safe here, and he will be able to eat and drink without worry, even if he finishes training here later, it will not be difficult to arrange any work for Ashraf with Paul's connections and abilities. This finally gave Ahmed an explanation.

After Sasha left with Ashraf, Paul took me to see Zhao Yi's team. Today they were doing shooting training, and I was standing in the distance with a telescope and looking at their training. Judging by the movement, rhythm and number of rings they shoot, they are much stronger than when I left a month ago.

I watched as the lean and lean guys said a few words of approval to Paul. But Paul's appearance is clearly still dissatisfied with these people, and very dissatisfied. He said the guys had wasted too much time and that the pace of training could only be described as slow. If it weren't for the fact that this team is hard-working and resilient, he would have let these guys get out of here.

I'm not surprised by this, these people are not people who live a comfortable life, they should all have different unknown hardships, otherwise they wouldn't have come here with Zhao Yi. So it's not surprising that you can endure hardships and be resilient. Moreover, Chinese, hard-working and hard-working are more or less the characteristics of our nation. As for the slow progress ... After all, they have no service experience, and Paul always compares them with some retired soldiers and even old fritters, how can he not think they are inferior?

After a day at Paul's house, the old fellow gathered everyone together. I was sent by Paul to represent his security company at a meeting. In the conference room of the seventeenth inning, I saw some of the old guy's best men, Ivan, Semolov, Berezov, and Kutcher.

After sitting down, the old guy glanced at everyone and said straight to the point: "We are all very familiar with each other. So I don't have to waste time with an opening statement or anything like that. Let's get straight to the point. The old fellow said as he took out his old notebook, looked at it, and said, "As you know, our recent job is to take revenge on our enemies and their accomplices who have dealt with us before. The first thing I would like to tell you is that we are going to continue with this operation or plan, because our enemies are far from being punished as they deserve. "I spent time working on a list with the help of a few of my colleagues. This list is known by us now as enemies, accomplices of the enemy, and those who have betrayed us at critical moments. "It's actually a table of contents or directories, and after it is a few hundred pages of detailed information about each person." Hehe, when I saw this, I suddenly thought of a word... Do you know what it is? ”

"Blacklist?" I blurted out.

The old guy looked at me with a smile and nodded, "Yes! It's blacklist! Everyone up there will go to hell! “

This volume of "Past and Present Enemies" ends.