Chapter 37 New Conditions

Grachev has been very troubled recently. Hafizola Qasim Wardak, who was thought to be dead, is still alive, which made him bear great pressure and blame from his superiors. Originally, after this well-planned counter-ambush, Grachev would definitely be reused and promoted, but now all this has disappeared. The teacher has talked to him more than once, and asked him to solve this matter quickly, maybe the reward will fall on him, but how could Hafizola Kasim Wardak, who escaped from the net, How about being fooled again?

Grachev dragged his exhausted body decadently back to his office. He was strict with himself in the past, and now he was lazily leaning on the chair, holding a glass of spirits in his hand, with his feet on the desk. He raised the wine in his glass and drank it down. He kept recalling the situation on the day of the counter-ambush in his heart. Seryozha followed the enemy all the way to the top of the mountain. He saw it clearly from the plane, and then Seryozha reported There was no trace of the enemy on the top of the mountain, and I have confirmed it myself. The top of the mountain is not big, and there is no place for Tibetans at all. At that time, everyone thought that the enemy had jumped off the cliff.

Is it Seryozha's problem? No, Seryozha and the guerrillas have irreconcilable conflicts. The guerrillas killed Seryozha's benefactor Vasily, and Seryozha was related to Abdul's death. It is impossible for Seryozha to let that go. guy. Thinking of Seryozha, Grachev suddenly had an idea, although there was little hope, he must try, wouldn't he?

Grachev immediately got up from his chair, and washed his face to wake himself up. Grachev is not a small drinker. Although he drank a lot just now, it will not delay the business. He walked to his office door, locked the door from the inside, and then drew down the curtains of his office. In the darkness, Grachev picked up the receiver and made a call.

. . .

In the Leningrad KGB branch, Chernenko was dealing with a mountain of documents in his office. Chernenko was just transferred back from Gorky City half a year ago. Because of his outstanding performance in the anti-corruption work in Gorky City, Chernenko has been affirmed by the top management. Not only was he transferred back to Leningrad as he wished, but he was also promoted. The current Chernenko is really high-spirited. Among his colleagues who joined the KGB in the same class as him, he is the best with the highest position. Chernenko finally lived the life he wanted. He not only bought a holiday villa in the suburbs, but also bought an imported car. He usually works in the city and goes on vacation in the countryside on weekends. He still has a bright future waiting for him. He, who wouldn't want such a life.

"Dinglingling~~~!"

"Dinglingling~~~!"

Chernenko, who was working at his desk, was startled by the sudden ringing of the phone. He sighed impatiently, picked up the microphone and wanted to know which unpopular guy it was.

"Hello!" Chernenko said impatiently.

"Is it convenient for you?" The voice on the other side of the phone was full of vigilance. Chernenko was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood what was going on. Distinguishing the voices of different people is one of the basic skills of an intelligence worker. Chernenko didn't answer in a hurry, he quickly put down the microphone and left his seat, locked the door of his office, and adjusted the blinds to the darkest. Then he ran back to his seat, picked up the receiver, and said in a low voice, "How can you call me casually?"

"Why don't you know old friends after being promoted?" Grachev sarcastically said on the other end of the phone.

"No, I mean this phone is not safe, this is the KGB phone." Chernenko didn't want to offend Grachev, because he had a handle in Grachev's hands.

"Listen, I reached out to you when you needed help the most and gave you a hand. Now is the time for you to repay me, do you understand?" Grachev reminded Chernenko implicitly ,

Don't forget you owe me a big favor.

"What do you want me to do?" Under Grachev's intimidation, Chernenko had to correct his attitude.

"Do you know the recent videotape incident in Afghanistan? I want you to kill the person in the videotape!" Grachev clarified his purpose.

"How is it possible? I'm just an ordinary agent in charge of investigating domestic intelligence? I can't help you at all!" Chernenko told the truth. He was only in charge of domestic intelligence investigation and collation. Can't get in at all.

"Then use your brain! Listen, if you can't do this, I don't care about those five guys. I can give them to the KGB or the Ministry of Defense. The one you gave me I didn't move a single cent of the 20,000 rubles, and I'll see you later!" Grachev threatened again.

"You still let them live! Didn't you promise to get rid of them? How could you do this?" Grachev's dishonesty angered Chernenko. Although Chernenko's voice was not loud, he still Couldn't help questioning Grachev on the phone.

"Not only are they alive, but they have also made meritorious deeds. One of them was promoted to an officer by me. You told me that they were your relatives, so I agreed to take them in. You deceived me first." Gracho Not to be outdone, the husband returned the past.

"You took the money, how can you not keep your promise?" Chernenko was forced to despair.

"Listen! The deal between us is still valid. This is Afghanistan. It is not difficult to kill a few people on the battlefield. I have thrown them to the enemy several times. It is a pity that they have a lot of life and can die every time. Escape. But it doesn't matter, as long as I continue to let them perform the most dangerous missions, sooner or later they will all die here. The premise is that you do me a favor first and find an assassin to kill Hafizollah Qasim Waal Dark, this is the strength of the KGB." There was still room for negotiation in Grachev's words, and he didn't intend to tear himself apart with Chernenko.

Chernenko had the urge to throw the phone out of the window. He suppressed the anger and fear in his heart, and kept silent. Grachev on the other side of the phone waited patiently, but he also remained silent.

Half a minute passed, and Chernenko, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke. He said on the phone: "Okay! I can help you with this and find an assassin to go there! But I can't promise to kill Hafizola. It's the only thing I can't guarantee, if it's okay, if it's not, forget it, just do what you like!"

"Okay, that's enough! I guarantee that the deal between us is still valid, and I, Grachev, am not someone who breaks promises." After speaking, Grachev hung up the phone.

Chernenko stood up and put down the microphone, then slumped down on the chair with a dull expression. He lay on the table with his head in his arms, clutching his hair with both hands, and moaned in pain.