"Huh, that's that?"

Before waiting for the night to come, Sani occasionally observed the situation in the street through the window.

And this observation really made her observe an abnormality.

Two casually dressed men with cigarettes in their mouths, one of them stood under a telephone pole, holding a newspaper and looking down.

The other one was squatting next to the shoe shining vendor, who seemed to be bargaining to make it cheaper for the vendor to shining their shoes.

But Sani noticed something was wrong at first glance.

In this winter, the snow on the ground has not yet dissipated. It is not the warm Den Lanburg in the south. Who would lean against the telephone pole to read the newspaper?

There is also the squatting person, whose shoes are not cheap, how could he come here to shine his shoes?

Maybe because she was being hunted by BVF, Sani was highly vigilant. No matter how she looked at the two, she felt that the two were not clear. There was a high probability that they were plainclothes police or BVF's field agents.

They left a lot of clues along the way, and BVF would not ignore them. They must know that they had entered Javier. So for the two people in Javier, they might focus on the southwest area. After all, there are frequent underground black transactions here, and normal criminals will consider hiding here.

She stared at the two men until they left, and she took her eyes back.

The reason why we go out until night is that in addition to the "vendors" who only open the door at night, there is also the community here that only becomes active at night.

Night is coming.

Although it was still winter and there was light snow outside, the traffic on the street suddenly increased.

There are many men and women coming and going, and the nightclubs located at the entrance of the alley are crowded with people. When Sani took "Chen Ju" down, they were inconspicuous on the night streets.

The two hurried forward. After walking for more than ten minutes, Sani stopped, ignored the old man begging next to the shop, walked straight into the alley, came to an iron door, and knocked on the door.

After a few strokes, a small window opened the iron door, revealing a pair of vigilant blue eyes.

"who?"

The owner behind the iron gate said impatiently.

"I want to get something to go through the 'snake path'," Sani replied.

The paths that snakes walk are generally hidden and shameless, and they allud to "fake identity and fake passport" underground.

"You came to the wrong place, we've stopped doing it for a long time."

The master paused.

"Wait," as the owner behind the iron door was about to pull up the small window, Sani asked quickly, "Where is Shaukov? I remember he lives here."

"Shokov? Do you know his name?"

The owner was surprised and finally calmed down: "He never told others his real name, come in."

"Click."

The iron gate opened with difficulty, revealing a passage with almost no light inside.

Behind the iron gate was a bald man with a burly figure of more than 1.9 meters tall and only a shirt stood.

Sani stepped in, and the Pan Asian behind him did not hesitate, followed closely behind.

When both of them came in, the bald man locked the iron door again and walked around to lead the way.

The dim passage had only a small light, barely illuminating the road ahead. Along the way, many doors on both sides were closed, until they turned around the corridor, and a door was half-closed in the room at the end, and more light came from the inside.

The bald man walked forward and pushed open the door: "Old man, your acquaintance is here to find you."

Inside the door, the first thing that caught my eye was a long table at the desk, filled with microscopes, tailoring machines, computers, various instruments and parts, books, etc., which seemed indistinguishable.

The owner behind the long table was the old man in the bald mouth, and the Sakov who Sani was looking for. An old man with pale hair and wrinkles on his head.

But although he is old, his eyesight is not weak. He looked up and saw Sani instantly.

"You are...well, Sani, I have to say, your makeup skills are getting better and better."

"Thank you. I appreciate the compliment."

Sani accepted the praise proudly.

The bald man retreated silently and closed the door appropriately.

"So what are you doing? I'm a retired old man."

Shokov's tone was not kind at all: "Or, after the organization changed its leader, even the retirees would start harassing?"

"Shokov, not what you think."

Sani said helplessly: "If the organization really wants to touch you, it won't send me here. Don't look at him, he is not a killer."

"Well, right. If you really want to kill me, you will take action the moment you meet and will not be standing there."

Shokov nodded, then changed his words: "Since the organization is not here to settle the score later, then what are you doing? You are violating the organization's rules."

"I see."

Sani knew very well that this approach did violate the rules of the organization. Although the newly appointed leader had long broken the rules, making the lurking "reef" lurking invisible light attracted the attention of anti-terrorism departments of various countries. Although he received a large order for a while, it also increased the dangers of the organization members.

But this does not mean that the members of the organization can violate the rules.

Organize upper-level personnel to communicate with lower-level personnel, and lower-level personnel are not allowed to contact each other within daily life. Unless the task aggregation is required, everyone is very taboo to other people's organization members and pay more attention to protecting their true identities.

This is an important reason why the organization has developed to this day, even if it is exposed to the intelligence departments of various countries, and the anti-terrorism agencies will not be damaged.

Even the on-duty personnel on weekdays are like this, let alone retirees. They are never allowed to disturb retirees, otherwise the rules will be completely chaotic, and even the senior executives of the organization may not dare to do this, which will completely chaotic the organization.

A few years ago, when Shaukov was not retired, he worked with him several times and saved his life, and then got his real name and address. However, after Shaukov retired, the two could not continue to keep in touch on the basis of violating the rules.

"You understand, then why..." Shokov was puzzled.

"I'm being hunted by bvf."

Sani gritted her teeth and looked at the "Chen Ju" who was still moving beside her, "I received a task to deal with 'z'... Don't think I'm crazy for now. I'm still sure to take over this task, but unexpectedly, an accident happened. I didn't see 'z' and was chased by bvf again."

A few simple words made Shokov open his eyes wide, put down the tools in his hand, and lit a cigar, "I think you are crazy. If 'z' is so easy to kill, do you think it would be your easy task? Such a well-paid task is impossible to take over."
Chapter completed!