The Treasure Hunt of an Antique Dealer

At less than 12 o'clock at noon, Andrei took a taxi to leave the Kiev Civil Aviation Airport and headed to the Antonov Design Bureau, more than ten kilometers away to the northwest.

He didn't do too much to cover up the previous journey. The people at the KGB headquarters wanted to follow them. Andrei could no longer control those people. But as long as everyone's wives and children are still in the country, and the brothers are out of the Soviet Union, then the KGB will not care about it. It has no energy and can't manage it!

I only talked to the team leader who stayed in Moscow about what tasks he was going to take. If the director asked the team leader, the team leader might say that he was going outside to work for a foreign company.

Change to someone else...

Basically, the door can't get in!

Not even Ye's!

Ye clan, President of Russia, the captain only sees the Soviet Union. As for the Russian Federation, what is it?

It's nothing, it's just a sub-lie. He wouldn't artificially think that Yeh is the president.

The family and the captain are actually hostages. Can't those people allow the Red Devil to earn some pension money?

They are already shameless, making head money and all mobilize, don't deceive people too much!

If it is really urgent, Andrei is very confident that his gang can make the entire senior Russian Federation, the senior official of the coalition government that has been shattered by Brother Map, basically die within a year!

On one side are the family members, and on the other side are the family members plus their own heads. There is fear for each other. This is a balance that no one wants to break for the time being.

The taxi detoured from the western outskirts of Kiev, looking at the scenery of the industrial area under the bright sunshine outside the window, Andrei felt that the city had become so strange, and many of the original Soviet symbols on the buildings had been damned- The lie elements were savagely removed.

Without those familiar things, he felt that these factories and houses were really ugly.

"Ukraine!"

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The Antonov Design Bureau, a giant in the design of Soviet transport aircraft and a world-class giant, is located in the western suburbs of Kiev. It not only has a huge assembly plant, but also its own high-grade airport, which can take off and land. Any type of fixed-wing aircraft other than the space shuttle.

The Design Bureau has its own hospitality hotel. Andrei has been here a few years ago: unlike the bleak ones seen in the suburbs of Kiev passing by before, the Design Bureau Hotel is very lively here.

There are a lot of people, this club hasn't completely finished the meal, there are Russian and Ukrainian speakers, and there are English speakers in the lobby.

Just outside the hotel, he also saw two buddies in the garden basking in the sun, so he took a look at himself.

Very well, the habits of the Red Devil have not changed, and there should be someone on the periphery at this time.

The English speakers are Americans, one New York accent, and one without an accent. The two Americans are talking with Valentin wearing a jacket, and they seem to have just come out of the restaurant together.

Seeing Andre's arrival, Valentin quickly greeted the Americans and left for the stairs.

Andre didn't go to the front desk, so he followed from a distance, and followed Valentin into a room on the second floor.

In the corner of the aisle, a large bundle of circled corridor carpets are piled up. The terrazzo floor has just been dragged, and it is very clean, revealing the marks left by the carpets that have been placed for a long time.

The guys have kept their habit very well. If there is a carpet in the hallway, the footsteps are basically gone.

As soon as he entered the small suite, Valentin gave the key of the room to Andrei, saying: "We have negotiated with the other party and will leave in three batches.

The first batch will depart at 4 o'clock this afternoon and take an An-22; the second batch will take an An-124 at 6:30 tomorrow morning.

The last batch will depart at 6 o'clock tomorrow afternoon. We have never taken a flight before. The boss will transfer to Gulfstream 4 tomorrow. There are only eight seats on it. Two core personnel from the company over there will arrive at random.

The planes all fly to Angola and Botswana, all equipped with parachutes, the destination is to cover people's eyes, making people think we are going to participate in the civil war in Angola. "

After listening, Andre nodded, "Or is the other party's initiative to arrange or your request?"

"Proactively arranged without explaining the reason."

After hearing this, Andre glanced at his watch, "Tomorrow, I will have a good talk with the person from the other party. You and I will take the last business jet.

Which room are you in?"

"204."

"Now I want to take a break and see you in two hours."

After eating some snacks on the coming plane, Andrei was not hungry. Hearing these words, Valentin nodded and left.

People go three times. It is well arranged. In Andrei’s memory, since he joined the Red Devil 13 years ago, the Red Devil has never had a mission with all members, and there should be none before, even one third. It is very rare for people to set off together to perform a single task at a time!

This time, I was scorned to make money. The task was simple. It was to kill some people, but I had to guard against it, so as not to overturn the boat in the gutter.

The arrangement of separate three batches of departure is very professional. The other party obviously wants to eliminate the possibility of accidents. This is good for both partners: otherwise no one can guarantee that the aircraft will have a "mechanical failure" in the middle-even if there is a parachute. ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ What if you encounter a fighter plane or a large-scale air defense missile arranged by a third party?

51 Red Devils, it would be funny if the whole army was wiped out because of the "aircraft accident"!

Separately, there will be no "mechanical failure", which is the best arrangement for the partner, because we dare not have "mechanical failure"!

After three o'clock in the afternoon, Andre arrived at the door of room 204, which was fine, and opened the door before he knocked on it.

The soundproofing effect of the wooden doors of the rooms on this floor of the hospitality hotel is not good, and he did not deliberately reduce his footsteps. Valentin should have heard it, let alone said that he would come to call at this time.

"Go for a walk."

I didn't say where to go, but Valentin felt a little bit that Comrade Colonel was going to check the post.

51 people, not many people stay in the hotel, so where will they go?

According to habit, Valentin knew that even if he didn't say it, Andrei should know the general whereabouts of the guys.

The first batch will leave in two hours, so they should be in the airport of the Design Bureau.

Waiting for the plane?

No, it is estimated that checking the aircraft is almost the same: as long as conditions permit, the Red Devil will always check the means of transportation he rides. Except for his comrades, he cannot give his life to others at any time.

The design bureau is very large, and there must be transportation, otherwise it will be exhausting: the runway over the airport is more than three kilometers long, and the airport is only a small part of the design bureau.

An open-top jeep parked at the door. Two soldiers in air force uniforms sat inside. The two Andrés naturally sat in. The driver among the two sitting in the front row asked: "Where to go? , Colonel."

They are also the Red Devil.

Without worrying about the uniform problem, Andre said: "Go to see the plane, buy An-22, very smart."