The Ukrainian police rushed into the hotel and saw the broken bodies on the floor. They couldn't bear it anymore and started retching against the wall.

So bloody!

Although security has become tense recently, such armed homicide cases are rare.

"Secure the scene and call the forensic doctor over. Also, where are the hotel staff?" A police officer with yellow hair in plain clothes frowned and asked with an inspection certificate on his left chest: "Noel.

Leacock."

"The hotel staff haven't found him yet." Hearing his inquiry, a policeman wearing glasses next to him replied.

"did not find?"

Noel felt that his IQ was insulted and laughed angrily, "Can they still disappear? Find it for me, contact the person in charge of the hotel, and check who used to live here." He opened his mouth and roared, obviously having a bad temper.

Very good.

"Okay, okay." The subordinate hurriedly answered.

Noel pulled down his pants, squatted down, and picked up a few bullet casings from the ground. They were all wider than a thumb. He put them under his nose and smelled them. The smell of gunpowder was still a bit strong. He turned his head and said, "Gurevich."

He shouted two or three times before someone answered.

A middle-aged man in police uniform quickly threw away the cigarette in his hand, stamped it out on the ground, and ran in from the door, "Boss, are you calling me?"

"Look, what kind of weapon is this bullet?" He handed the bullet casing to the other party and said.

Gurevich served in China from the Soviet Union and participated in the Afghan War. During a patrol in 1987, he was ambushed by guerrillas. He was seriously injured and was sent to the rear for treatment. It was not until he retired that he came to the Kiev Police

Bureau.

"23MM bullets?" Gurevitch said, and instantly his head started flashing like a screen.

What does this caliber represent?

Black and stout!

Even the M61 aircraft gun equipped on the F15 is only of 20MM caliber, and even the small-caliber anti-aircraft guns of some countries are like this. The only ones that can use this kind of bullets are the KS-23 loose ammunition known as the "Big White Bear" among Soviet products.

It's a shotgun, Gurevich also used it.

When Noel heard that it was KS-23, he was also startled.

"Is he a desperado?"

This weapon was almost better than the Ukrainian police station. He stood up and put his hands on his waist, "Contact the SWAT team. We need their help in this matter." After saying that, he was about to go out to smoke a cigarette, but he saw

Three white men in brown suits walked over. The leader wore glasses and had a bulging waist, obviously hiding something.

"Who is in charge here?"

The other party's tone made Noel very unhappy, and he frowned, "I am."

The man with glasses glanced at him, took out his ID, and said, "You don't need to worry about this matter. We, the KGB, will be responsible for it."

KGB?!

Killing agency?

Who in the Soviet Union and even in the world does not know the name of this institution?

With its reputation blooming in blood, the Red Terror once made everyone tremble with fear. Its success stories were countless, and there were also many shocking ones. Among them, the murder of Kennedy was complicated and confusing. Some people even suspected that the domestic consortium of Eagle Sauce introduced the KGB to assassinate him!

Of course this is a conjecture.

The reality may not be that exciting, but it is definitely not ridiculous, and it is easy to be surprised if you know too much.

"I understand." Noel nodded and shouted toward the inside, "Close the team!"

Since someone is willing to take on this troublesome matter, it's the best thing to do. Just take the person away. In just a few minutes, only a few people from the KGB were left in the corridor. The other two looked at the man with glasses, waiting for his orders.

.

"Follow the plan." The man with eyes glanced at the room and said calmly.

"Where's the name of the plan?"

"Operation Bird Control!"

…

Although Tang Dao was nervous, he did things in an orderly manner.

He first ordered someone to contact Jindun and asked General Gorbanov to transport the Il-76 to the airport. Then he called Andrievich and told him to find a way to transport the goods there and prepare to install it on the aircraft.

.

"So anxious? What happened? Mr. Nicholas." The Ukrainian could clearly hear the urgency in Tang Dao's tone and asked.

"It's okay, it's just something unexpected happened in the business. I want to leave as soon as possible."

Of course Andrievich was perfunctory when he heard this, but if the buyer had a request, he could only do it as soon as possible. He promised on the phone that the goods would be delivered to the airport before 6 p.m.

"Thank you very much." Tang Dao's words were true. After hanging up the phone, he patted the bodyguard's shoulder and said, "Let's go to Boryspil Airport."

The driver nodded, turned the steering wheel, and drove towards the airport. Just ten minutes later, he saw John and Osborne squatting outside the warehouse, smoking cigarettes and bragging with a few ground staff.

When the engine roared, I changed my legs and stretched my neck. When I saw it was Tang Dao, I quickly threw the cigarette on the ground and patted one of the ground workers, "Our boss is here. Let's talk next time."

After saying that, Osborne trotted over with John and shouted affectionately.

This startled Tang Dao, and he frowned, "When did you become so sweet-mouthed?"

"It's not like you are in a good mood after meeting the boss." Osborne said with a smile. John, who was half a step behind, twitched his eyes and rolled his eyes. This British guy got a credit at the airport. Someone will pay him back.

Money is of course the best.

"Stop talking nonsense here. The Ukrainian guys will come over at six o'clock. Let's prepare, and then we will fly to Somalia in the evening." Tang Dao was too lazy to talk nonsense to him.

"Did something happen, boss?"

Osborne and John looked at each other, but it was the latter who spoke first.

"We are being targeted." Tang Dao explained briefly, then waved his hand, "Okay, stop asking, go get ready."

It made even the boss feel troublesome. Obviously the other party couldn't resist at the moment, so the two nodded.

"damn it!"

Tang Dao kicked the tire of the car, as if to vent his anger. He also planned to buy more goods. Others were cutting off his financial path.

"Don't let me find a chance, or I'll kill you!" He looked ferocious and slapped the jeep.

…

Perhaps for the sake of US dollars, these Ukrainians are not slow in their actions.

At 17:14, three Il-76s entered Boryspil Airport. At 17:48, Andrievich and Vladimir delivered the goods for handover, and the commander put the weapons on the transport plane.

"Boss, time is too tight. We originally looked for more than 10 people, but when we heard they were leaving at night, most of them left," Jin Dun reported.

"How many people are there now?"

"7 people!"

Tang Dao frowned and nodded slowly, "Tell them that when they arrive at the destination, each person will be given an additional $30,000 as a bonus."

These people must also complain, but the money he gave is really too manly to be rejected. In this case, then use money to interrupt their resentment, it is direct, rude and simple.

"clear."

Tang Dao looked at his watch and asked, "How many goods are left?"

"Most of them are packed in, and there are a few tanks."

"Faster." He urged a few words, but at this time, he saw Andreyevich coming over, giving a few instructions to the golden shield, and then he went up to him, and the other party gave him a warm hug, "

Mr. Nicholas, if you have any trouble, you can tell me that there is no one in Kiev that we cannot afford to offend."

Can't afford it?

I'm really afraid that you won't be able to offend me.

But Ukrainians are really loyal. Tang Dao smiled and agreed, "I think we will have opportunities to cooperate in the future."

"I haven't finished picking up the things in your warehouse yet." Of course, I said this silently in my heart.
Chapter completed!