Semolov's reply was calm, but resolute. Although we were just talking on the phone, we couldn't see his people. But I could still feel his determination. Maybe this is the benefit of people who are utilitarian but have no ambitions, at such a critical moment, dare to work hard!

"Good! Then let's try it together. I hope we can go well. I said.

Semolov replied: "You are short of ammunition, you have to find a way to do this." ”

"No way. Where do we go to replenish ammunition at this time. The Bison you're using is probably a 9mm bullet, maybe a pistol bullet. What kind of pistol are you using? I asked.

“mp443。 What else can be used? How do you need it? Semolov said.

"Yes. Need. There was not enough ammunition for the rifles, and the pistols we carried were about the same. So I have to rely on it. Prepare me with enough ammunition and three pistols. I said.

"Then I'll have to let my men give you the pistol." Semolov said helplessly.

"Whatever you want. I don't want to run out of bullets from my rifle, but I have to be prepared. I said.

"Understood. I'll be ready right away. And when I deliver you to the car, I will give you the gun and ammunition. "Semolov should arrive.

"And grenades. Give us some too. That's it, if there is nothing else for me to wait for you to choose a place where we meet, let me know, tell me the route, and I'll get there on time. "I hung up after Semolov understood.

I put away the phone and looked at the back seat, where no one was talking, listening quietly to my conversation with Semolov. I looked at Salim and said, "Gather the ammunition." As I said that, I turned to look at Lukovich, "You have all the rifle bullets for the G36 if you have them." You left with a pistol. ”

About an hour later, Semolov called again. This time he decided on a place where we met, a bar called Ed Gray in the old town of Albi. The reason he settled here was that the old town was full of ancient buildings and streets, so it was impossible to enter by car, and there were many small streets and alleys, which was like a labyrinth, and it was very advantageous for us to take each other around in circles. The direction of our retreat was to the northeast of Albi's old town, where taxis and buses have dedicated pick-up and drop-off points, from where it is easy to leave. Then we will continue to the northeast. On the outskirts of the city, on the banks of the Tarn, there is a bridge, and our car is parked on the other side of the bridge, which is close to the outside of the city. Here we walk a section through the bridge, and Semolov's plan is to make the time spent crossing the bridge a reality for the other party to confirm the action. Here they will see our car parked on the other side of the bridge, and we will let them know that we are aware of them and ready to run.

Naturally, I don't have a problem with his suggestion, after all, I don't know anything about the place in Albi, or even know anything about it. Naturally, all of this will have to be left to Semolov. And I decided that I would go into the old town alone, and Salim and Kristovich would stay at the bridge and wait for them, because since the exercise would have to be like that, and that there were only a few of us, and that we couldn't all follow me and lost important targets, and they had to watch in order to convince each other that I had just come to join Semolov.

Semolov agreed with my decision, and he told me that this was how he had intended it. He would take two people with him, so that he could deal with some unexpected situations and cover each other to cross the bridge smoothly after the exchange of fire.

After deciding on our meeting place, we confirmed the time. Meet at the bar in the old town at half past eight in the evening. The car we were given was already on our way to Flossan, along with the pistols and bullets that had been delivered. It will take about half an hour to arrive and contact me. At the same time, Semolov suggested that after the car was delivered to us, Lukovich should stop staying with us with the goal of going south first, and take shelter in a place called Osak for a while.

After hanging up again, I immediately contacted the old guy, and I repeated all the plans and plans that I had just made with Semolov to the old guy. He didn't have a problem with this, but ended the communication after repeatedly telling me to be careful, and telling me that the route and the person who answered me were all hurrying to make arrangements.

Salim quickly gathered all the rifle rounds, adding up to less than two hundred rounds of ammunition. For the distribution, naturally, these ammunition all went to Salim and Kristovich. After all, as someone like me who is going to enter the city, I can't go in with a rifle on my back, right? Furthermore, when escaping, my main task is to run, and the task of fighting is the two of them.

Twenty minutes later, Semolov's men called. The guy came faster than expected, and I handed the phone directly to Christovich and asked him to direct the guy to the parking lot where we were.

The person who came to deliver the car was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it in the seventeenth bureau. I can't remember the specifics, but apparently he recognized me. When he came up to us, he handed it to me and handed us a large shopping bag.

I took the bag and handed it directly to Salim, and looked at Lukovich as he handed him what he was holding, "Take them to the car." ”

Lukovic didn't say anything and quickly walked to the car on the other side with the keys. The guy who delivered the car looked at Lukovic and said, "The gas is full, and the car is in good condition." Open with confidence. ”

"Will I ever see you again?" Komova looked at us before getting into the car.

I was stunned when I heard this question, and no one else in the room spoke. Lukovic, who was standing by the car door, said, "As long as you live, you will always have a chance." ”

Right. Just stay alive. But this premise is a big problem for us at the moment. We seem to be prepared at the moment, but I can imagine what it will be like ...

"Yes." Although I didn't think so in my heart, I nodded when I looked at this aunt. I don't know why I think this Aunt Komova is much kinder than the old fellow Younis. This may be the reason why she is simpler, braver, and more sincere than Younis.

Aunt Komova smiled and nodded when she heard me say this. Although it can be seen that he doesn't believe me very much, but it shows that she chose to believe it, and chose to believe my deceitful nonsense.

"Man, talk counts." Aunt Komova put away her smile and said seriously, "Don't be like my brother... ”

At the end of the month... Ask for fat.

(End of chapter)