Chapter 1518: gift

When Tan Er was rejected in public, an ordinary old man in Kiev, thousands of miles away, also went out and boarded a bus.
The vehicle drove for a long time, and finally came to a station in the outskirts. He got out of the car and started walking alone on crutches.
There is thick snow on both sides of the road. He walked deeply and shallowly, and hobbled past a dilapidated factory. The factory was quiet, but the thick iron chain that locked the factory door was unexplained. The man twisted it off, and the iron fence door was half-opened and half-closed swaying back and forth in the cold wind. Due to long-term unattended, the hinges lacking grease and lubrication kept making toothless "creaking" noises.
There are many such factories in the suburbs of Kiev. They are like the current Uklan economy, dilapidated and withered, and the former hot work scene is like a dream. After being broken, it will pass away with the wind, leaving nothing but silence. The reinforced concrete jungle has become a paradise occupied by snakes and rats.
However, this factory seems to have had a lot of people coming in and out recently, and there were a lot of messy ruts and footprints on the snow at the door, but the building was quiet.
The old man stood at the gate of the factory, looking towards the desolate and quiet factory area, as if he was reminiscing about his youth and prosperous years, but his memories were quickly interrupted by someone. A bald young man did not know where to drill. Came out and shouted to him: "Old man, get out, this is not where you came from!"
The man’s scalp was shaved and shiny. He was wearing a leather jacket and a pair of high-top leather military boots. He was hung with some weird metal ornaments. He made rustling clashes all the way. , At first glance, it is not a serious person.
There are many such people in Kiev now. They are marked by bald heads, wandering in the streets doing nothing all day, and will suddenly attack innocent passers-by without warning, or rob their finances, or simply for pleasure. Because these people have a very serious tendency to violence, and they usually appear in groups, even the police are reluctant to provoke them. Most of the duty-bound Kiev citizens will see these people from a distance. Choose a detour to avoid.
This young man in front of me is probably like this. The old man didn’t provoke him at all, but he cursed him with all kinds of nasty slang, while pushing vigorously, until the old man lost his center of gravity and fell on the snow, struggling again. He stood up, found the scattered crutches, limped and ran away limping on it, then turned his head with a laugh, and walked into the factory door triumphantly.
However, after he expelled the old man, he did not realize that the old man did not go far. He turned a corner, entered a residential building, panted and boarded the highest floor, then took out the key and opened the house. The door entered a small room.
There is a small table in the room with a black military binoculars on the table. Look at the Russian logo on it. It should be a 10x50 made by "Zeiss Jena". This kind of binoculars is well-made, and the output is scarce. In the Soviet Russian system, cadres above the division level are required to be qualified, and a small amount has been exported to China. The Chinese military calls this type of telescope "Cai 10". People who are not enough level have never seen it.
Unfortunately, with the disintegration of the former Soviet Union, even this kind of "luxury" equipment in telescopes has begun to flow into various black markets, and the elderly bought it for only $50. As for the former The large number of "B6" and "B7" telescopes installed by the Soviet Russian army are even more common on the black market, and the price is as low as only a few dollars.
The old man poured a glass of vodka in his hand, and then holding the glass, walked to the window, where a rocking chair was placed. He sat on it and took a leisurely sip of the spirits in the glass. Under the influence of that unpleasant experience, he gently shook his rocking chair and raised his binoculars to look out the window.
The viewing angle is very good, and the factory I just passed by has a clear view.
A few helicopters suddenly roared and appeared, and then hovered over the factory. The huge rotors swept the snow on the ground, the side hatches opened, and the fully armed soldiers began to descend.
At the same time, a large number of police vehicles also arrived, including several former Soviet-Russian BTP-70 armored transport vehicles.
Then, there was the sound of a tweeter shouting, which was nothing more than ordering people in the factory to immediately put down their weapons and surrender, but this kind of shouting obviously had the opposite effect. The sudden hustle and bustle of the factory that was still quiet and desolate just now When I got up, the gunfire sounded fiercely like popping beans, and orange gun flames flashed everywhere in the seemingly unmanned abandoned factory building. There were even the "shooing" sound after the RPG launch and the black-red fire after the explosion. group.
The people who came heard the gunshots, and did not show the slightest panic. They soon found their own shelters and began to counterattack in the factory area. At the same time, the machine guns on the helicopters began to emit hot flames, BTP-70. The 14.5mm heavy machine gun standard equipped on the armored transport vehicle began to vent its firepower at the factory building unscrupulously, and the glass and broken bricks and tiles were scattered all over the place.
The old man watched all this with satisfaction, just like watching a Hollywood gunfight. He even raised a glass to a bald head who was resisting stubbornly on the battlefield, but it was a pity that this one just pushed him. The bald head did not receive this tribute. His bright bald head became the most easily recognized good target on the battlefield. He was quickly hit by a heavy machine gun, and the iconic bald head shattered into pieces with a bang. A pile of tattered, red and white, mixed with blood, minced meat and bones.
The old man knows that the offensive force is composed of CIA's special operations team "SAD" and Raksha's "Alpha" special operations team inherited from KGB. They are the world's top CQB tactical executives. In front of them, no matter how powerful they are The gang organization of is just a group of mobs, and it is completely vulnerable, so this is a battle without any suspense.
Sure enough, the fierce battle ended in less than 30 minutes. The old man saw that a few prisoners were put on the helicopter. Then, the soldiers began to search the factory one by one. It was soon discovered that some army green wooden boxes were carried out by them one after another.
The old man put down the binoculars, shook his head, and whispered softly: "It's really vulnerable, it's a pity."
I don't know what he is sorry about. Is it because the process is too short and he hasn't appreciated it yet?
He stood up, left the window, opened the door and walked out. While walking, he took out a cell phone and started making a call. When the call was connected, he said in a deep voice:
"Kathy, it seems that you have received a gift from me."