Chapter 32: Walking on Thin Ice (7)
Paul took out a cigarette and was about to smoke, I looked at Ivan, who was cleaning his wound with a lot of alcohol and preparing to pick up the bullet, "Is it really possible to smoke here?" β
"Smoke it. I'm not going to die because you smoke. Don't worry, don't talk now. Ivan replied.
I took Paul's eyes and twitched myself, "What are the people who attack you like?" β
"All I can say is pretty good. It's only about ten minutes. We have become so ... Paul gestured to himself and Sasha.
That means the other party is quite well prepared. What to do with Berezov? I asked.
Speaking of Berezov, Paul shook his head, "Actually, Berezov's losses are only bigger than mine. First of all, Klinger was finished, and secondly, Berezov's men were our best players, because everyone thought that Serbia would be a front-line place, and it turned out to be all over. Intelligence says that Berezov is still alive, but it is estimated that the other side hopes that we can have someone to save him. β
"Berezov is alive, I know. Are we really not going to save him? I continued to ask.
Paul thought for a moment, "Not for the time being. It's not a question of whether I want to or don't want to. There is no one at all, no manpower. He said and took a heavy drag on his cigarette, "How is the family?" β
"No problem before I go. When I came out, I asked the three of them to move everyone to the next destination. I said.
Paul nodded, "Ogier, bastard, I knew I should have let him feed the fish last time. β
"Don't say it's useless. But I think that Ogil would be an easier target for us. I said.
Sasha looked at me and said, "Gypsy, you're getting more and more ruthless now. We're all busy hiding, and you're thinking about revenge. I said why Klinger was furious and said that you don't care about the overall situation, you only care about the pleasure, and you are desperate to hunt down NATO's forces. Now I understand that you are willing to take any big risk in order to be able to retaliate. β
I looked at Sasha, "All I can say is that I got a lot of things out of the seventeenth round of that incident." For example, the liaison officer. β
"yes. Then we were served with the nest in one pot. β
"Shut up!" Paul glared at Sasha, "Take care of your injuries." β
Speaking of recuperation, I looked at Valery, who was giving Ivan a hand, "By the way, I forgot to tell you. Your nephew was wounded, but nothing serious. β
Valery looked at me and smiled: "This Ivan told me before. He had always thought that he was very powerful, and he should know what was dangerous. It would be nice if you could bring everyone out. β
"Can you concentrate? I said not to talk to me, now including Valery! Ivan exclaimed, sweating profusely.
"Gypsy, you're going to get your face and head in the way first?" Paul pointed to my head.
I touched my head, and the blood on my head had already coagulated, and my hair had hardened. I nodded, "Hmm." It's time to deal with it, and I said why did the taxi driver look at me strangely before. β
"Don't rush it yet. When I'm here, I'll show you, you might need stitches on your head. Will you? Ivan said there.
"No, it won't. Then I'll wait. I don't feel much right now, anyway. I looked at Paul and said, "I want to know why we are so passive and no one comes to help us." I asked Younis before, and he didn't tell me. I don't know if he deliberately refused to say it or if I had too many questions at the time for him to ignore it. But I think it's really weird, you know what I mean, I feel like an outcast right now, alone in the face of a powerful enemy. β
Sasha looked at Paul when I said this, apparently he had the same question as me, and even he should have asked it, but he didn't get an answer either.
Paul sighed and said, "This is complicated. Truth be told, we don't know why we are the way we are. It was as if the support from the Russian side was broken. I don't know the exact situation, and I guess only Younis can explain it among the people we are familiar with now. β
"Is there any news from Grande? The last thing I got was that he had been attacked and his whereabouts were unknown. I asked.
"Nope. Now that we are too busy to take care of ourselves, a lot of contact with the periphery has been cut off. We are now like a snake that has been cut into several pieces, and even if it has fangs, it can't bite anyone. Paul said.
"Snakes? Now it's just an earthworm at most. Sasha grumbled.
"Hey. . . Salim's gang of Chechens would be fine. I said to myself.
"Don't think about it, those Chechens, if it were me, I wouldn't use them." Paul said.
"Okay. You just let me say nothing. So what do we do now? Is it just that consumed? I asked.
"Just consume it... Hold on until Younis comes ... Although in my opinion it is not of much use. Sasha continued to speak pessimistically. But we're used to Sasha's tone, and no one cares, although there's really no hope in sight at the moment.
"Oh! There's one more thing I almost forgot. As I spoke, I took out the document from my pocket that I had found from the man I had beaten to death at the university, handed it to Paul, and said, "This is what I found from Ivan when I went to pick him up." What kind of document do you see? β
Paul took the document and looked at it, sneered and said, "Hmph." National Security Service of Ukraine. As he spoke, he handed Sasha the papers.
Sasha took the papers and looked at them, "Are these bastards really doing doglegs for NATO?" β
"Do you need to ask? Could it be that this person is someone from NATO who wants to rely on such a method to frame the Security Service? Is this necessary? Paul asked rhetorically.
I looked at Paul and said, "What the hell have you done?" This security bureau shouldn't be an ordinary police station, right? I think we really should have been here sooner. Get out of the country. β
"This gang is involved, do you think it's that easy to go? Maybe now the other side wants us to take the initiative. Paul said as he took back the document and looked at it again, "But your question just now... I'd also like to know what we've done to get them to work so hard against us. Pyatov died at their hands, right? β
I nodded, "It should be." I can't think of anyone else who was there at that time, so there shouldn't have been any joint action, right? β
"How is it possible for such units to act together?" Paul said as he tossed his papers aside and glanced at Ivan, "Wait." When Ivan is done, we'll discuss it. β
Waiting is very torturous. After Ivan tried his best to heal his injuries, he lay there motionless and soon fell asleep. In the end, the wound on my head was taken care of by Valery. Ivan didn't wake up until the next morning.