Battlefield Contractor

Four days later, Cobain informed them excitedly. "I found the place."

Bechalov Garden is located in the wilderness on the outskirts. Except for the asphalt road in the suburbs, which can prove that there have been traces of artificial development, everything is in the most primitive natural state.

On both sides of the road is an endless gray-yellow wilderness, where the land shows the most primitive and mysterious nature.

Most of the areas close to the town have been bought out by developers: only a small part of the suburbs far from the center of the town still maintain their true colors. This garden villa is built here.

In the clear blue night, the antique-shaped spire of the Bechalov Villa plunged straight into the sky, cutting the sky in half like a sharp sword.

The garden in front of the villa was deserted, and the remaining glass trees grew wildly with weeds. Under the stirring of the night wind, they twisted their limbs unscrupulously like a group of demons and ghosts running out for a carnival in the dark.

In vain, it added a desolate and terrifying atmosphere to the villa.

Lin Rui and his men drove to the hillside near the villa and looked at the devastated garden with binoculars. They couldn't help feeling a moment of desolation.

"Are you sure it is here?" Lin Rui asked in a low voice.

"Absolutely sure, he logged into the dark web with this ID several times in the past few days, and I locked his location." Cobain whispered.

"Doesn't it look like someone is here?" Lin Rui whispered.

"We investigated the background of this building, which originated from a wealthy businessman's villa, which was sold to a foreign buyer more than ten years ago.

It was originally used as a holiday villa, but it has obviously been deserted since then. Sergey replied.

"Within a few kilometers, there are no other neighbors. It is said that the owner likes to be quiet, so he chose this place.

Without the noise of the city, you can enjoy the quietness of nature freely. "

Lin Rui decided to lead a group of people to a closer location to observe, but first they had to determine the route.

Several off-road vehicles are waiting there quietly. No one spoke, everyone packed up and prepared for a new itinerary.

With the exception of Cobain, they are all well-versed and experienced mercenaries who have been fighting for years of life and death, and have honed their unfavorable character.

But every time they face a real and immediate danger, it is inevitable that a faint alertness and tension rises from the bottom of their hearts.

These expressionless figures are busy walking around the jeep, ignoring each other, like a group of rushing little ants.

The villa shrouded in the mist seemed to have not woken up yet, lying still there like a lazy cat.

But soon they ran into unexpected trouble, and a police car and several Russian police officers followed them.

There were two cars parked on the side of the road, and a man in uniform stepped out of the crowd surrounding the two cars and stood in the middle of the road.

This is a Russian policeman. He raised a hand to prevent them from passing.

However, Lin Rui and others never thought that there would be a police car on the side of the road at this time.

The Russian police stopped Lin Rui and asked, "What's your name?"

"Luke." Lin Rui told him that this was the name he used for his false identity.

Answering so quickly made the Russian policeman who asked the question a little confused.

They looked at each other, one was talking through the car radio, and then he looked at Lin Rui carefully, obviously comparing him with the features introduced on the radio in his head.

"You guys, what are you doing here?" one of them asked.

"Exercise early in the morning." Sergey made a weird smile, "or maybe trying to breathe fresh air."

He pretends pretty well, plus he has a local accent. The Russian police did not doubt them too much.

Sergey is also a master of lies, as long as anyone can control his nerves extremely well, coupled with a lot of practice, that is enough.

"Is there anything to prove your identity?" the Russian policeman said.

"I'm afraid not. I don't have it with me. I woke up in the morning for a morning run. I left most of my personal documents at home and didn't even bring my mobile phone."

"Nothing in your bag or wallet? No letters, cards, or such things?"

"Unfortunately, none of them."

"Strange, there is nothing to prove who they are?" The shorter Russian policeman pursed his lips and winked a warning at his partner.

"I think you'd better come here, Mr. Luke." He slammed the door open and made an authoritative gesture. "We need to take a closer look at you and your things."

A short Russian policeman took the backpack in his hand and put it on the car, while another Russian policeman stood vigilantly a few yards away, with his hand on the gun. It's no use running away.

"Please take out the wallet and key."

Lin Rui handed it over to them.

The other party carefully checked his documents, grumbled with satisfaction, and said to his partner: "It looks like there is nothing wrong with it!"

"Get in the car, sir. Wait until we have checked your belongings." said the short Russian policeman, pointing to the patrol car.

"Why do you want me to go! What do you think I did? If you grab something from me, take it out." Sergey shook his head.

"You will know everything soon." The Russian police sternly said, "We can detain you for one day for suspicion of you. Let's get in the car."

Lin Rui signaled that he stopped arguing and got into the patrol car. The short man stepped into the back seat of the car and sat next to him. Another Russian policeman sat in the driver's seat and opened his backpack with a snap.

But apart from computers and electronic equipment, there is nothing suspicious in it.

"What is this?" the Russian policeman asked with a frown.

"GPS positioning device, used for hiking in the suburbs to avoid getting lost. The other is a laptop." Lin Rui shrugged.

"Didn't you come for a morning run. Why are you taking these with you again?" the Russian policeman asked.

"I jogged in the morning, and that thing belongs to him." Lin Rui pointed at the sausage.

"I've seen them all, there are no other suspicious objects on them." Another Russian policeman whispered.

"Well, you all get out of the car and leave this place." The Russian policeman nodded, "It's okay. You can go now."

Sergey asked, "Can I ask what is going on?"

"There are some things involved, I'm afraid we can't disclose them." The Russian police replied.

Lin Rui and the others could only leave. On the way back, Sergey whispered, "These police officers may be fakes."

"How do you know?" Lin Rui asked.

"I just found the guns in their car. I have been a thief for a long time. I know the police equipment of the Russian police better than most people.

They were there pretending to be police officers. Sergey replied, "It seems we have found the right place. "