The man listened to me ask him, and after one look at me, he said in English: "It's Bordeaux, tour." ”

"Really?" Travelling to Bordeaux? With so many guns, a bunch of men? I said, gesturing to his dead companion, "Tell me something that will make me believe." Some of you speak French and some speak English. Why is that? “

"Because ... We are a group of travelers. It's as simple as that. The guy said stiffly.

"Simple?" I shook my head, "Since you're not going to tell me honestly, let me guess." You're not from a single department, but you've come together on an ad hoc basis, right? ”

When this man heard me say this, he didn't admit or deny it, but adjusted his sitting posture, as if to make himself more comfortable. At this moment, everyone had already packed their things, and Christovich, after collecting the weapons and equipment on each car, looked at me and said, "Their last car can still be opened, but the cab door won't open." ”

"If you can drive, just use their car." With that, Christovic opened the door and dragged all the dead people out of the car, while the one who was still out of breath was dragged out of the car and shot again.

The man trembled visibly violently at the sound of the gunshot, and instead of looking at me, he looked sideways at the ground. I looked at him and stood up, "I'll ask again, where are you going to Bordeaux?" You can't live today, if you cooperate, it can give you a good time. Otherwise, you won't be able to die for a while. You know what that would be like. With that, I stepped on the wound in his abdomen.

A terrible scream came, and Ah Liang and the old wolf, who were about to get into the car, stopped and looked here. The old wolf was fine, and Ah Liang looked at the guy at my feet with a shocked look.

"Don't look at it, get in the car." Salim said as he asked them to get into the car, although the two of them didn't understand Salim's Russian, but they also knew what it meant from the gestures, and they both turned to get into the car after glancing at the guy on the ground.

"How? Can it be said? "I didn't move my foot away, but continued to push slightly.

The pain was so severe that the man could no longer sit still, and he fell to the ground. I moved my feet and slowly crouched down, "Say it." You're relieved. Why bother? Your mission has failed, and the rest will no longer be relevant to you. ”

The man fell to the ground, gasping for air, as if he hadn't heard me. I walked up to him, and was about to make a move, when the man immediately raised his hand to stop him: "Bordeaux... Grand Théâtre de Bordeaux. Outside the Grand Théâtre de Bordeaux... Someone will be there to pick us up. “

"How?" I asked.

The man shook his head and said, "I don't know... After the man finished speaking, he was afraid that I would not believe it, and immediately continued: "I really don't know... The one who knows is this guy. The man said and pointed to the last car, "The one who knows is in that car." “

I looked at Christovic and said, "Look carefully on those guys." Then I looked at the man, "How many of you are in Bordeaux?" ”

"How many people don't know. Just said we needed to come. We don't even know exactly what I'm going to do in Bordeaux. The man said.

"Where did you come from? Who are these French speakers? I asked.

"A few of us came from Germany, and the order was issued from the Berlin station... Four people in total. The man said and glanced at the corpse beside him, "The French don't know, I heard that it is. . . Sent by the French intelligence service. “

"Berlin Station? Yankee? Is the person in charge of the joints at the Grand Theater one of these French? What's that guy's name? I asked.

"Yes... It's French. Others called him Master. The man nodded.

On the other side, Kristovich quickly searched the other person's body in the last car, "a phone, a wallet, and a notebook." “

"Bring these things with you. Drive the car over. I looked at the man, "You don't know your specific mission, and you can't contact the person here." Didn't the man who sent you tell you something? “

"No... Let's just say that the specific mission will be known after arriving in Bordeaux. The man looked at me, "That's all I know." “

"Okay." I glanced at the car that had already started up and drove over, "Thank you for your cooperation." I nodded to Lukovic, who fired two shots at the man.

I quickly came to Christovich's car, which had bullet holes, a badly damaged front windshield, and a badly deformed cab door, but the sound of the engine stopping was normal.

"Give me those people's belongings." After Christovic handed me everything, I turned to BMW, "Let Salim drive, old Lou, you have to help me see something." ”

We were soon on the road again, and I immediately took out everything that Christovich had given me, especially the notebook, which contained not many things, only a few lines. I don't know the words, it looks like it's French. I handed the notebook to the old wolf, "Look at what is written on it." ”

While the old wolf took the notebook and looked at it, I opened it with a few phones and looked at it. These phones are very new, there are few numbers on them, and the call records are even less, which means that these phones should have only been available for a short time. I put the phone aside, because the old wolf had already looked at Dao, and pointed to a line written in the notebook and said, "La Mission Haut Brion, this is a winery." In the south-west of Bordeaux, behind this is a personal name, called Vals.

"Valls? Do you know each other? I asked.

The old wolf shook his head, "Valls... I don't really remember the name. But I do recognize this winery. ”

"Who is more likely to be your friends in this place?" I asked.

"Of course it is... The winery's Evra. At this point, the old wolf looked at me as if he understood something, "You mean it was Evra who betrayed me?" ”

I took my notebook and looked at it, "I didn't say that." But this guy named Vals is better to find. But just now the guy confirmed that he would let them go to the Grand Théâtre in Bordeaux... That's weird. ”

"So where do we go first? This grand theater and this winery are one east and one west, not relying on each other. The old wolf said.

"Yes... I nodded, "Don't worry, let me think." I said as I looked at the notebook in my hand, "Is there anything else written on this?" “

"Address, rue Diderot, rue Diderot, 107." The old wolf said, "If I'm not mistaken, this street is just south of this winery. ”

"Huh. Interesting. I nodded, pulled out my phone, and dialed the old guy's number.

Rolling all over the ground begging for fat.

(End of chapter)