Chapter 52： : Bird control action!

The Ukrainian police rushed into the hotel and saw the broken corpses all over the floor. They couldn't bear it and already leaned on the wall and retched.

So bloody!

Although the law and order has become tense recently, such cases of armed homicide are rare.

"Secure the scene and call the forensic doctor over. Also, where are the hotel staff?" A police officer with yellow hair and plain clothes tucked into his waist asked frowningly, with an inspection certificate on his left chest: "Noel. Leacock."

"The hotel staff haven't found it yet." Hearing his question, a policeman wearing glasses replied.

"did not find?"

Noel felt that his IQ had been insulted, and he laughed angrily, "Could they still disappear? Find it for me, contact the person in charge of the hotel, and find out who used to live here." He opened his mouth and roared, obviously out of temper great.

"Okay, okay." The subordinate hurriedly answered.

Noel pulled down his pants, squatted down, and picked up a few shell casings from the ground, all of which were wider than his thumb. He put them under his nose and sniffed them. The smell of gunpowder was still a bit strong. He turned his head, "Gurevich."

He yelled two or three times before someone answered.

A middle-aged man in police uniform hurriedly threw away the cigarette in his hand, stamped it out on the ground, and ran in from the door, "Boss, are you calling me?"

"Look, what kind of weapon bullet is this?" He handed the bullet casing to the other party and said.

Gulevich served in the Soviet Union and participated in the Afghan War. During a patrol in 1987, he was ambushed by guerrillas. He was seriously injured and sent to the rear for treatment. He did not come to the Kyiv police until he retired. Bureau.

"23mm bullet?" Gurevich snorted, and in an instant his head began to flash like a screen.

What does this caliber represent?

Black and stout!

Even the M61 aircraft gun equipped with the F15 is only 20MM caliber, and even the small-caliber anti-aircraft guns of some countries are like this. It seems that the only Soviet goods that can use this kind of bullet Shotgun, Gurevich used it too.

When Noel heard that it was KS-23, he was also taken aback.

"Could it be an outlaw?"

This weapon is almost better than the Ukrainian police station. He stood up and thrust his waist, "Contact the SWAT team. We need their help in this matter." After finishing speaking, he was about to go out for a cigarette, but saw Three white men in brown suits approached. The leader wore glasses and had a bulging waist, apparently hiding something.

"Who is in charge here?"

The other party's tone made Noel very upset, and he frowned, "I am."

The man with glasses glanced at him, took out his ID card, "You don't have to worry about this matter, our KGB is in charge."

KGB? !

Killing agency?

Who in the USSR and the world does not know the name of this institution?

Blooming prestige in the blood, the Red Terror once made everyone tremble with fear. Its success stories are countless, and there are many shocking stories. Among them, the murder of Kennedy is complicated and confusing. Some people even suspect that the domestic consortium of Yingjiang introduced KGB to assassinate him!

Of course this is a conjecture.

The reality may not be so exciting, but it is definitely not bloody, and it is easy to be surprised if you know too much.

"I understand." Noel nodded, and shouted into the inside, "Close the team!"

Since someone is willing to take on this troublesome matter, it would be best to just take him away. In just a few minutes, there are only a few people from the KGB left in the entire corridor. The other two looked at the man with glasses, waiting for his order .

"Come according to the plan." The man with eyes glanced at the room and said calmly.

"What's the name of the project?"

"Operation Bird Control!"

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Although Tang Dao was nervous, he did things in an orderly manner.

He first ordered someone to contact Jindun, and asked General Gorbanov to transport the Il-76 to the airport, and then called Andreyevich, telling him to find a way to transport the goods and prepare for installation .

"So anxious? Did something happen? Mr. Nicholas." The Ukrainian could clearly hear the urgency in Tang Dao's tone and asked.

"It's okay, it's just that there is a change in business, and I want to leave as soon as possible."

Of course, Andrejevic was perfunctory when he heard this, but he could only do it as soon as possible if the buyer had a request. He promised on the phone that he would deliver the goods to the airport before 6 pm.

"Thank you very much." Tang Dao's words were true. After hanging up the phone, he patted the driver's bodyguard on the shoulder, "Let's go to Boryspil Airport."

The driver nodded, turned the steering wheel, and drove towards the airport. Ten minutes later, he saw John and Osborne squatting outside the warehouse, smoking a cigarette and bragging with several ground staff. When the engine roared, he changed his legs and propped his neck up. Seeing that it was Tang Dao, he quickly threw the cigarette on the ground and patted one of the ground staff, "Our boss is here, let's talk next time."

After finishing speaking, Osborne trotted over with John and shouted affectionately.

This actually startled Tang Dao, and frowned, "When did your mouth become so sweet?"

"It's not seeing the boss, so I'm in a good mood." Osborne said with a smile. John, who was half a step behind, twitched his eyes and rolled his eyes. Money, of course the best.

"Don't talk nonsense here, the Ukrainians will come here at six o'clock, get ready, and then we will fly to Somalia at night." Tang Dao was too lazy to talk nonsense with him.

"Is something wrong, boss?"

Osborn and John looked at each other, but the latter spoke first.

"We are being targeted." Tang Dao explained briefly, then waved his hand, "Okay, don't ask, go get ready."

It can make the boss feel tricky, obviously the other party can't resist at the moment, the two nodded.

"damn it!"

Tang Dao kicked the tire of the car, as if venting, and he planned to buy more goods Others are cutting off his money.

"Don't let me find a chance, or I'll kill you!" With a grim face, he slapped the jeep.

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Perhaps for the sake of the dollar, these Ukrainians are not slow to move.

At 17:14, three Il-76s entered Boryspil Airport. At 17:48, Andreevich and Vladimir transported the cargo for handover, and the commander put the weapons on the transport plane.

"Boss, the time is too tight. I originally searched for more than 10 people, but when I heard that they were going to leave at night, most of them were gone." Jin Dun reported.

"Then how many people are there now?"

"7 people!"

Tang Dao frowned, and nodded slowly, "Tell them, after arriving at the destination, everyone will pay an extra 30,000 US dollars for hard work."

These people must also complain, but the money he gave is really manly to be rejected. If this is the case, then use the money again to interrupt their resentment, be straightforward and simple.

"clear."

Tang Dao looked at his watch, "How much more are there?"

"Most of them are loaded, and there are a few tanks."

"Speed ​​up." He urged a few words, but at this moment, seeing Andrejevic coming over, he gave Jin Dun a few instructions, and then went up to him, and the other party gave him a warm hug, " Mr. Nicholas, if there is trouble, you can tell me that there is no one we can't afford in Kyiv."

Can't afford it?

I'm really afraid that you won't be able to offend me.

But the Ukrainians are really loyal, Tang Dao agreed with a smile, "I think we will have the opportunity to cooperate in the future."

"I haven't finished collecting the things in your warehouse." This sentence was of course said silently in my heart.

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