This action was a clear indication that he had heard what I was saying. Not only him, but two of his men stopped and stood on guard. Only the old guy looked at me blankly.

I immediately continued, "I seem to see a familiar person. The exact location is at the help desk. I don't know exactly who, but it won't be a friend. ”

"Understood. Can you be sure that you read it right, and then you can determine the identity of the other person? Brokhin immediately replied and immediately motioned for the old guy to walk up again, but this time he changed direction and walked directly in the direction of the elevator.

"Not right now. So I'm going to go over and have a look. Find out who he really is. I said and looked at the desk, where there were still a lot of people, and there were no people who had left.

"Are you sure you need to do that? What if you get discovered? Blokhin asked.

"It's important. I told you that the face wasn't a friend, it was supposed to be an enemy of the seventeenth round. But I can't remember who it is, and if I don't figure it out, that's the real danger. I said.

"Well, we're ready to leave immediately. We don't go back to the room, just get in the car and wait for your news. I will tell the people upstairs to pack up and prepare for evacuation. If you have any definite news, please let us know immediately, but I have to tell you, if something is wrong, I will take someone away immediately. Do you understand what I mean? Blokhin said.

Of course I understood what he meant, he was just telling me that if he found out that someone had started an operation against the old guy, he would just leave with the old guy. And those of us who didn't evacuate with him, he couldn't care about the life or death of these people for a while, we could only run on our own, and hold on to waiting if we could. Waiting for the rescue of the action team that should be led by Berezov.

"Understood. I will notify you immediately if I find anything or something. With that, I put the microphone and earbuds back away, turned around and looked at the service desk, and after seeing the general direction, I walked there.

There are a lot of people here at the moment, and it seems that there are more people who are ready to check in. I remember that the old guy said at the beginning of the seventeenth inning when he trained us that a person's eyes are the easiest way to reveal their intentions, and if they were just to look at it, it was likely that it would not be the target but themselves that would be found at such a close distance.

The line was divided into two teams, and there were two counters that were going through the check-in process at the same time, and I walked to the line on the right hand side after a brief look and began to wait in line, waiting quietly like a traveler preparing to check in, without making any unnecessary movements. Of course, I didn't really do anything and wait, but I looked around from time to time, and I was still listening to the movement around me from time to time, and I wanted to hear something.

And just as there were two people in front of me, I suddenly faintly heard the voice of a person. The voice was a man's voice, and more importantly, the man spoke English.

I didn't look at it immediately, but I didn't hear the English I heard clearly, or I didn't understand what was being said at all. But it's not Russian, it's like you can't understand some dialect slang in Chinese, but it's hard to think it's Japanese or Korean.

I walked out of the line nonchalantly, and after the people behind me looked at me with question marks on their faces, I pretended to be anxious and said to him, "I'll go to the bathroom." Then he quickly circled the back of the group. The voice just now came from another team, the one on my left. I slowly walked around to the group and looked at the people in front of the line, and I saw that the people in the group were all lined up neatly, although there were people chatting, but the voice was very low and the faces of the people chatting were not the faces I had just seen.

I slowly walked out of the line again and walked along the left-hand side of the left-hand side of the group. Because I saw a couple of people standing at the counter on the left at the end of the line. Four people to be exact, two people standing in the front and communicating with a waiter behind the counter, and the other two standing in the back. I walked slowly towards them, and when I was about five or six meters away, I heard two of the four people leaning against the counter talking to the waiter, they spoke Russian, which sounded pretty standard. But just then, one of the two people standing behind me turned his face to the person standing next to me and spoke in English.

The sentence was still very soft, and I didn't understand what it was saying. But this man's side face is the one I'm looking for. Now I can be sure that I have seen this man, and I have seen it with my own eyes.

At this moment, the man standing next to him suddenly reached into his jacket pocket, and then took out a vibrating phone.

The familiar man saw the phone ringing and interrupted what he hadn't finished, and looked at the man with some dissatisfaction. And this person didn't pay much attention to him, took the phone and walked directly around this person to a corner where no one was around.

I immediately stopped and looked away, walking over to one of the waiters who walked by, deliberately turning my back towards the people at the counter. After walking up to the waiter, he asked about the location of the bathroom.

The waiter quickly pointed me in the right direction, and I gave me a quick nod and immediately walked over to the man with the phone. The man didn't pay much attention to me, he walked into the corner and picked up the phone without even looking. I immediately lowered my head and walked on, pricking up my ears to listen, and then I vaguely heard the man say in English, "I'm Reed. Go ahead. “

"Reed?" When I heard the name, I immediately thought of Austria... Yes, there it is. I haven't seen this Reed, but I've heard the name. Where is it in Austria? It seems to have been heard from the other party's communicator when the operation failed.。。 Right! That's it. This Reed seems to have ended up arguing with a guy named Brand.

Thinking of this, I looked back at the familiar-looking man who was still at the counter. I remembered him, the same Yankee I had met with Vastich. Right.. That's him. However, he seems to be a little different from before, and he seems to be a lot fatter than he remembered. How could they be here, and at such a critical time ...

I immediately turned around and went to the bathroom, and after making sure that there was no one in the bathroom at the moment, I immediately took out the phone and dialed directly to the old guy.

The last day of the month. Thanks for the bacon that was cut yesterday!!!

(End of chapter)