Fall in love with you reading the book network 630book, the fastest update of the godfather of the Soviet Union When the time came to ten o'clock, Mikhail and Boris took a deep breath, opened the car door, and slowly walked out of the car.
Yakov gave a thumbs up from inside the car and wished the two brothers good luck.
Boris and Mikhail looked up at the towering building and walked side by side into the lobby of the hotel, but there were so many people coming in and out of the hotel that they didn't see it, and a man in sunglasses followed them into the lobby.
The elevator door slowly opened, and Mikhail and Boris stepped into the elevator and pressed the floor where Frank Streugenovise was.
Just as the elevator door was about to close, a hand came in from the outside, and the man in sunglasses apologized to Mikhail and Boris, and then stepped into the elevator as well.
He didn't choose the floor, and walked directly behind the two.
The elevator is extremely quiet except for the sound of breathing and the sound of the elevator running.
The elevator took the three to the designated floor, and the three walked out of the elevator room.
The man in sunglasses was always behind Mikhail and Boris, and Mikhail and Boris couldn't help but glance back.
The guy smiled at them and slowed his pace.
Mikhail and Boris thought it might be a coincidence, and the two found Frank Streugenovice's room and knocked softly on the door.
An elderly man with an unkind face opened the door and took turns hugging Mikhail and Boris.
Although Mikhail and Boris knew what was going on in their hearts, they still had to do the work of face, and the three of them greeted warmly at the door like relatives they hadn't seen for many years.
The man in sunglasses also happened to walk behind Mikhail and Boris, twisting his neck slightly, and looked at them for a long time.
The man in the sunglasses walked through the doorway before the three of them entered the room, and the sound of the door closing from behind the man was heard.
He stopped, turned around, and ran back the way he came.
Thanks to the thick carpet on the ground, footsteps that landed on the ground did not make much noise.
He ran to the elevator room, frantically pressed the down button, the elevator was still far from this floor, and stop-and-go, the man really didn't want to wait, he ran into the stairwell, ran down quickly, and the sunglasses were thrown to the ground, revealing the man's angry eyes.
This man was none other than Alexander, who had come to Gorky to avenge the death of Nikolaev, who ran as fast as he could to the first floor, ran out of the lobby of the hotel, and ran behind his car parked on the side of the road.
Alexander opened the trunk, picked up the travel bag that he had put in the back, and before he could close the door, he ran into the opposite building like a puff of smoke.
Alexander still did not slow down, he crossed the first floor of the building, forced his hand into the closing elevator door, and squeezed his body in.
Alexander pressed the button on the 13th floor, which was not blind, but the height of Alexander's estimate.
As early as when he was downstairs spying on Boris, he had estimated the correspondence between the two buildings, which was not an unpredictable prophet of Alexander, but purely the professional habit of a sniper.
Almost any good sniper has a keen eye for distance, altitude, wind speed, humidity, direction, and light, and Alexander is no exception.
Alexander was constantly adjusting his breathing in the elevator, calming his emotions.
The elevator finally reached the 13th floor, and the elevator doors slowly opened.
Alexander stepped out of the elevator and there was a brief floor plan on the opposite wall, which was designed to indicate the location of the elevators, fire escapes, and rooms, as well as the orientation of the floors.
Different people will get different information when they look at this picture, ordinary guests can find their room as soon as possible by looking at this picture, but Alexander can find the sniper point he needs from this picture.
He chose a utility room facing the building opposite, which Alexander quickly found.
He put his ear to the door, there was no sound inside, it was quiet.
Alexander took two hard wires out of his pocket and unlocked the door with only a few clicks.
Alexander gently closed the door from the inside, walked to the window, and poked his head out to check the situation on the other side.
As expected, the room where the target is located can be seen here, but there is a blind spot, but half of Boris's face can still be seen.
Alexander was secretly happy in his heart.
He casually unzipped his travel bag and kept his eyes fixed on the room opposite.
His hands kept digging out various parts from his travel bag and assembling the gun.
At this moment, Alexander's heart was very calm, and his mind kept repeating the words of Alexievich, a vendor in the Gorky black market: "Of course it's not Boris, it's his boss, an old man." ” The old man had finally appeared, and the effort he had spent all these days following Boris had not been in vain, and his mind kept repeating the scene of the three of them hugging at the door ten minutes earlier.
Although there was only a quick glance, Alexander still found a lot of details, an old man, dressed in a sophisticated Italian suit, on his wrist is a precious custom watch, the most memorable is the face and temperament, there is a vicious feeling in the eyebrows, the whole person can feel the momentum of controlling everything when he stands there.
In less than thirty seconds, the same Soviet-made SVD Dragunov semi-automatic sniper rifle was already in Alexanderv's hands.
Unlike the plot of the gun in the movie, where a gun can be installed in 10 seconds, the sniper rifle is slightly more complicated, not only has more parts, but also has certain requirements for the precision of assembly, and requires the use of additional tools.
Alexander gently mounted the magazine, slowly pulled the bolt and loaded the bullet, his hand was very gentle, as if he were playing a violin.
The smell of gun oil and industrial paraffin wax came from the bolt.
This is a habit that Alexander has been developing for many years, starting with the use of old sniper rifles.
The sniper rifle bullet will be smeared with paraffin, which will greatly reduce the chance of jamming.
Alexander raised his rifle, the barrel slowly protruded from the window, and the doji on the sight was aimed at Boris, who was sitting on the sofa, since Boris could only be seen from here, and he began to wait quietly for the appearance of the old guy.
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