At one o'clock in the morning.
In the conference room of Bayan Gol Hotel, he let out a long sigh of relief that day, relaxed his body and fell into the soft sofa. "The hunting dog fox got what he wanted through chaos," he said
Bartel couldn't answer and waved his hand to let his subordinates leave.
The cocktail party ended in a very disgraceful way, and the Caucasus Secrecy Bureau did not obtain any valuable clues in this incident. The whole scene was extremely chaotic, and the Secret Service was unable to restrict people from leaving because it included senior officials from the Caucasus, as well as members of embassies and news agencies from various countries.
Where is Mr. Speaker? "Song pressed his temple that day and took a deep breath to calm himself down.
I have already left by car
Did you leave nothing behind
No, "Bartel shook his head." He only told me that foxes have a very sensitive sense of smell and can detect dangerous winds
Damn it! "Risong punched the table," There is no wind more dangerous than the wind of L.M.A. They never engage in uncertain work, especially in politics. Since they have chosen to protect Peng Baoji, they are not prepared to go back empty handed! "
After all, this is the territory of the Caucasus, and their numbers are still limited, "Batel said.
That day, Song shook his head and said, "But the risk is enormous. If Peng Baoji regains power, we will be treated as political prisoners, forever imprisoned until we turn into dementia with saliva, and then die
Bartel can only remain silent. He is not a politician, but one of the leaders of the National Security Agency, just a soldier. Although he understands that he has been caught in this political whirlpool, as such, he is far from being able to comment on the situation.
Kill Balji, "Sun Song gasped as he pressed his hands against the table." Kill him, as long as he still exists, we will never be able to eliminate his influence
If not handled properly, our reputation will be ruined, and we will still be unable to escape the fate of political prisoners, "Bartel shook his head
Yes, until the end of the national election, he was still the nominal supreme leader of the Caucasus government. We can send him to a military court, but we cannot kill him. "That day, Song wearily sat back on the sofa, rubbing his throbbing temples.
Raindrops pitted against the glass, and outside was a rare storm. Raindrops came in from the unclosed window, and Bartel went over to close it. He was thinking about replacing the service staff here because they didn't even know how to keep the window tightly closed at all times. These windows are made of bulletproof glass, which has a greater significance than blocking wind, rain, and cold.
Bartel, I heard that when Balji took control of Mtskheta, did you cooperate well with him? "Nagisa suddenly asked from behind him.
Yes, Balji is also a soldier who is skilled in intelligence systems and secret activities. In terms of ability, he is a rare commander, after all, he was once a senior officer of L.M.A. "Bartel is very honest.
Why did you decide to work for us
I remember I mentioned it to you in private, "Bartel turned around.
I want to listen to it again, if possible. "Risong slowly lit a cigarette.
Bartel coughed softly and said, 'I am an officer who came from a soldier background. In order to protect this country, my teammates and I have done all sorts of terrible things for the Caucasus Secret Service. But we were manipulated like chess pieces by our foolish superiors, and no one really cared about our lives. My original teammates are now only me, and I don't think this is my exceptional ability. Everything is just luck. In other words, those deceased teammates over the years have pushed me to my current position with their own lives. But we are people engaged in secret work, just like the KGB many years ago, and we will never have the opportunity to float to the surface.'. We are like assassins raised by ancient kings. When he calls us to appear, we must appear. When he orders us to disappear, we must disappear. Even during Peng Baoji's tenure, it was the same. I am not willing to be in such a situation, and that day, Mr. Song, you promised me the position of Deputy Minister of Defense and qualifications for the Senate. "
Do you want to challenge your own destiny? "That Risong whispered," Everyone has to challenge their own destiny
Not everyone, "Bartel pondered his words," some people are willing to listen because they are afraid of death
That day, Song stopped talking and stood there smoking heavily.
We must make a decision, "he said after finishing the cigarette.
That day, Song sat on the luxurious old-fashioned backrest sofa, facing the pouring rain outside the window.
There was no light on in the room and no one else.
This is the most luxurious suite at the Bala Goyan Hotel, with bedrooms made of antique European style wooden furniture that is both old and elegant. Every piece of gold plating and inlay is crafted by skilled craftsmen. This is also Risong's favorite room. He is not married, has no parents or children, and lives alone. He has a very big house, but he doesn't like it there and it's always circulating among the suites in various hotels. Sometimes he brings different female companions, and more often he's just one person.
Lightning crossed the sky, and that day Song suddenly saw the person sitting not far from him in the darkness. He was so shocked that he almost stood up, but his legs had no strength.
Hello, Councilor Risatsu
Someone turned on the light and a young man in a black suit was sitting on another sofa next to Risong, with a polite smile on his lips. He folded his hands and pressed them against his knees, holding a Colt that opened the safety.
Irina walked over from the light switch and came to the wine cabinet. 'Do you want an apple Martell?'
I just want apple juice, and Martell will add ice for that day's councilor. He needs to be quiet, "Lin said.
On that day, Song did not refuse. After taking the whole cup, Martell took a sip and poured the whole cup down.
I used to think I was brave enough, but I still couldn't help but tremble when faced with the muzzle of a gun. It seems that everyone is afraid of death, "Ri Song's face slightly returned to normal." I heard you never shoot an empty gun, Hound Fox
I'm not here to kill, "Lin said.
Irina gave that Risong another Martell.
Thank you, "Risong warmed the cup with his hand.
After drinking several glasses of strong liquor in a row, Sun Song became intoxicated and said, "Don't hope to hold me hostage to change the political situation in the Caucasus. You can choose to kill me or release me. As a condition of exchange, I can guarantee that you will leave here safely
I know you are the person who advocates killing Balji the most, why? "Lin asked.
Everyone has their own position, L.M.A. has it, Balgi has it, and I have it too. I'm just standing up for my position. "On that day, Song was still able to hold on and laugh. He was not good at alcohol tolerance and was almost unable to hold on.
Everyone has their own position, "Lin nodded.
What price do you want me to pay for my life? "Risong shook his cup," As long as I can accept it
We don't need to talk about a deal, and there's no deal to talk about between us. I won't kill you because it's useless to kill you. The reason we're here is not as complicated as you think, it's just that no one will search your room, we need a temporary hiding place, "Lin said calmly.
How long do you need to stay here? "Asked Irina.
At three or four o'clock in the night, people are most likely to get tired, and it's easier to avoid guards at that time. "Lin looked out the window at the heavy rain," I hope the rain can also be less
Irina woke up because the clock hanging on the wall rang. She fell asleep lying on the spacious bed, with sheets covering her body at some point. Lin sat on the sofa, staring at a book as if he hadn't moved, while Sun Song had already fallen on the sofa. Perhaps out of fear, he kept drinking and soon fell drunk. He never tried to resist because he knew there wouldn't be any chance against hunting dogs and foxes.
Is it time yet? "Irina asked.
I think we can take action now, "Lin said, his gaze still fixed on the book.
The book blocked Irina's view, and Lin held a four or five inch long throwing knife in his hand, with orange yellow lights flickering on the blade. He closed the book and stood up, quietly putting the knife into his pocket.
What should we do with him? "Irina tied up her loose hair, found a pair of scissors, and cut off the entire skirt from her waist. She wore tight fitting pants under her long skirt, but also cut the hem of the pants short, making it hard to tell when she was wearing high heels.
Let him sleep, there's no need... "Lin said, suddenly stopping.
Irina saw him staring at a stack of white paper on the table, as if out of her mind.
Theo
It's okay, "Lin snapped out of his mind." Irina, help me get rid of the two guards at the elevator entrance, but don't go downstairs easily. There are a lot of plainclothes there
Lin threw the Japanese pine onto the bed and stood in front of it, quietly watching the sleeping Japanese pine. After confirming again that Irina's footsteps were no longer audible, he picked up the Colt pistol and pressed a snow-white duck down pillow against Hingsong's head, with the muzzle deeply sinking into the pillow.
With a soft "pounce" sound, a few feathers were slightly splattered, and black and red blood slowly flowed out from under the pillow, soaking the snow-white sheets.
Lin turned off all the lights, silently walked out of the presidential suite, and gently closed the door.