Twenty Seven Years

  The secret hideout of the Bash branch of the International League of Equality outside of Uno

   "Comrade Daken...confirmed that he died." While the other comrades were helping Will, who had escaped, to bandage his leg wound, Vladislav informed him that the other comrade had failed to escape.

Will had already expected such an ending, but he couldn't face it. On the way back, he kept carefully caring for that little hope, waiting for Daken's return, waiting for him to pat himself on the shoulder, just sighing, "It's so dangerous." '.

  Unfortunately, the reality is cruel.

  Daken lured away the scavengers' inspection team by himself, and it was already very rare to help him rendezvous with the comrades who responded smoothly. If he wanted to escape the same way, his hope seemed to be so slim.

   "Cheer up." During this time, Vladislav witnessed the sacrifice of dozens of comrades, and his heart was tempered enough to be strong. After comforting the weeping Will, he seized the time to mobilize other people to leave overnight and prepare for the next stop.

   "How is it?" Verak was helping others pack their things, and asked Vladislav when he saw Vladislav coming out of the shabby house.

   "Reassured, what else can I do..." Vladislav sighed, looking around with complicated eyes, "The next thing is up to you."

   "Comrade Daken will not die in vain." Verac said.

   "Do you really need me to stay and help you? I'm worried—" Vladislav was afraid that something would happen to Verak.

  Villac put down his work, took out his cigarette case to smoke, but found that it was already empty.

   "Huh?" Vladislav offered one.

   "Thanks." Verak took the cigarette and put it in his mouth. "No, these people are enough. Even if you come, you can only watch. This head is easy to attract attention."

   "...Then I wish you success in advance." Vladislav helped Verak light a cigarette.

Verak took a deep breath and exhaled, and he seemed quite energetic in the middle of the night: "Hurry up and organize everyone to set off, don't deliberately reveal your whereabouts on the way, just develop as before. I will take people into the city later, and when we arrive Settle down and wait for Maxim to show up."

   "Well, take care." Vladislav left quickly, urging his comrades to pack up and set off.

   "Come here." Verac waved at the twenty or so comrades he had carefully selected, and told them to gather in front of him.

  These comrades either have decent marksmanship, or have strong enough mentality. It is not enough for these people to lay a net to assassinate Maxim, but this is the limit that the sub-station can provide.

   "Comrade Virak." The comrades surrounded him with reverence in their eyes.

"Tonight, everyone, go to the place assigned to you earlier." Other comrades around were evacuating in a hurry, and Verak rushed to the circle of humanity solemnly, "Maxim may be here tonight." Chase it out, it may be tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, every minute. I have arranged two people for each assassination point, and you take turns to rest. Make sure that at least one person is watching the movement outside at any time."

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

"And the most important point is that we will be scattered on three roads. It is impossible for Maxim to go back and forth on all three roads. That is to say, only a small part of us can wait for Maxim in the end. Verak's expression was extremely serious, "I will go to the road that Maxim is most likely to take, but there is no guarantee that I will meet him. You must be prepared to fight alone!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

   "Comrade Virak, I have a question for you." A comrade who looked as young as the others raised his hand.

"Say."

   "What happens if... we fail?"

   This question was asked on everyone's heart, and everyone's eyes seemed to become more dignified.

   "Don't keep thinking about what will happen if you fail, think about it better." Verak patted each of his shoulders one by one, smiling to relieve their pressure, "Come on, repeat it to me at the end, how to evacuate after the assassination?"

   "After shooting, regardless of whether the opponent is dead or not, you must immediately discard the weapon and withdraw from the assassination point, and go to the nearest safe area to change clothes..."

  Everyone spoke in unison of the evacuation arrangements that they had memorized by heart.

   "Okay!" Verak had nothing more to say, "Let's go!"

  —

  September 11 morning

  Uno City, luxury hotel, Maxim's room

"Sir, we have found the latest movement of the rebellious party. They are now on the north side of North Quin Mountain, and they are basically going to Fulin City at the foot of the mountain." A subordinate reported to Vladislav and others whereabouts.

  Maxim quickly came to the map to check, and exclaimed: "North Quin Mountain is some distance away from here. It seems that the hotel assassination failed. They were worried that the location would be exposed, so they fled without stopping that night."

  The subordinate was puzzled: "Why are you sure they left the night before? What if they had already passed?"

"It's been a long time ago, why did it show up now?" Maxim glanced at his subordinates, "Obviously, the chaotic party pretending to be a chef knows their location. They are afraid that the chef will be caught by us and the whole body will be exposed, so they can only Leave as quickly as possible."

   "But... Didn't the chef refuse to surrender and was killed by us on the spot..."

"Verak from the rebellious party is not that stupid. He will definitely be on guard that this is fake news that we deliberately spread, lest we deliberately pretend to be ignorant, in order to stabilize them and annihilate them in one fell swoop." Maxim With a look of self-confidence that can see through everything, "Seeing their actions in such a hurry this time, it should be that they really didn't set a new trap in Fulin City. This time, we should go there first and wait to eat them up."

   "You don't..." The subordinate remembered that Maxim had maintained a leisurely pace a few days ago, and it seemed that he was not in a hurry to get rid of the chaotic party.

   "There's no point in waiting. Finish the matter and go back to Winterhold." Maxim went to change clothes, "Get ready to go."

"Yes!"

  —

  Luxury hotel on the way to the train station

  Verak and a comrade hid on the roof of a small high-rise building by the roadside, each holding a gun, staring at the intersection.

  Vladislav and the others left the night before, and almost two days have passed by now. Even if Maxim hasn't heard of the movement yet, it should be soon. It is possible to appear at the intersection at any time in the future, pass by here and arrive at the train station, and continue to chase their large troops by car.

   "Sleepy?" Verak asked softly about the situation of another comrade without moving his eyes.

"not sleepy."

   "Go and rest." Verak easily heard that this was not the other party's sincere words.

   "You should go to rest. You were the one who was watching the night yesterday." The comrade had just woken up for a few hours, but he was still unavoidably sleepy.

  Here is the rooftop, the sun is burning during the day, and the mosquito bites at night. I can't eat well and sleep well. Naturally, my mental state is not much better.

  The most torturous thing is that they need to stare at the intersection and pay attention to the movement at all times.

   If Maxim took this road, it would take tens of seconds to pass by. Once they missed it, it would be equivalent to ruining everyone's efforts.

  Under physical and mental exhaustion, comrades who have not received special training can hardly bear it.

"Your marksmanship is much better than mine. Let me rest. In the end, I didn't hit a single shot. What's the use?" Verak said, "Maxim is most likely to set off this afternoon. You can rest at ease. , I'll call you again at noon."

   "Can you..."

   "I'm not sleepy, don't worry." Verak has experienced too many ordeals that tested his psychological and physical limits, and now these are nothing to him, and he can persevere.

   "I'll be with you." The young comrade felt sorry.

   "This is an order." Verak's tone was a little harsher.

  The young comrades who were shocked had no choice but to lie down in the shade by themselves.

  Verak had sharp eyes, observing the situation on the street below alone.

   "Bang bang bang!"

  After going on like this for more than ten minutes, the sudden dense gunshots from a distance made him tremble.

  The other comrade who had just fallen asleep suddenly sat up, vigilantly discerning the direction of the gunfire, and said nervously: "Comrade Verak!"

  Verak slowly got up: "Maxim went another way..."

"This…"

   "Withdraw." Verak dropped his weapon and led the young comrades to climb downstairs.

   "Should we go to support?" The young comrades were unwilling to do anything.

   "It's too late." Verak didn't want Maxim to take this path.

   This is the fastest way from the hotel where Maxim lives to the train station. He not only sits in charge himself, but also dispatches the most manpower here.

  As long as Maxim takes this path, they will have the greatest chance of succeeding in the assassination. In other situations, they can also stabilize other comrades and cover their evacuation.

   But now, he can't do anything.

  Even if they rushed over quickly, the assassination would have ended long ago.

  The only thing they can do right now is to follow the plan and evacuate.

  —

  2 minutes ago

  Another intersection with an ambush

   "Do you think Maxim will leave today?"

   "I don't know. What's the use of guessing here? Don't we still have to keep an eye on it all the time?"

   "Aren't Kashlev and the others also watching? We have three points and six people here. It won't be a problem to take a short break, right?"

   "No! Maxim came here in the blink of an eye. If we delay the mission, can you take responsibility?"

  The two comrades hid together in an inconspicuous alley, using the cover of the trash can, staring at the front as usual.

   "All right, all right, I'll just say that." Sokolov shrugged and looked up at the apartments on both sides of the road, "Where are Kashlev and the others hiding? I haven't found it yet."

  Polyakov, holding the gun seriously, had no time to take care of it: "If it is so easy to be seen, wouldn't it be over? Stop talking nonsense and concentrate on watching."

   "Hmm." Sokolov yawned.

  The reason why he kept talking was to dispel his drowsiness.

  Since yesterday, he and Polyakov have switched shifts every four hours. It was okay at first, but in the end, because they didn't have enough rest at all, neither of them could make up much energy through such rest.

   "If you really can't do it, go to sleep for a while. I'll call you if something happens." Polyakov glanced at Sokolov, whose eyes were blurred.

   "It's okay, I'll do whatever I want—" Sokolov's eyes widened suddenly, and he shouted, "Come here!"

   "What?!" Polyakov turned his head and saw the mighty convoy of scavengers ahead.

   "Which car is Maxim in?!" Sokolov's drowsiness was instantly cleared, and the hand holding the gun was dripping with sweat.

"I still can't see clearly!" Polyakov's heart was beating violently. He held his gun steadily, looking for Maxim from the convoy, "Remember what Comrade Verak said, I didn't see Maxim must not shoot! If Kashlev and the others who are ambushing in other places shoot, it means that they have confirmed Maxim's location, and we can just follow them!"

   "I know, I know, here we come!" Sokolov dodged behind the trash can.

   A few seconds later, the leading car drove past the alley.

   "Keep an eye on it! Don't miss it!" Polyakov's eyes and muzzle moved back and forth quickly as a car passed by.

   "I know!" Sokolov breathed heavily.

   "Bang bang bang!" Before the two of them could shoot, the people who were ambushing in other places concentrated their shots on a car behind.

   "Kashlev and the others are moving! Maxim's car is behind!" Polyakov quickly determined Maxim's position with the help of attacks from Kashlev and other comrades.

It seemed that the scavengers did not expect to encounter an ambush here at all, but they had strong defense experience, and they did not panic after being ambushed. Half of the people in front of Maxim accelerated and continued to open the road, and half stopped on both sides to get off and fight back. cover, and Maxim's car drove forward steadily and quickly!

   If this continues, he will be able to leave this street in less than ten seconds!

   "Bang bang bang!"

  The comrades in the other two places were still chasing Maxim's car.

   "I saw Maxim, he's not dead!" Sokolov had sharp eyes, and when Maxim's car was about to drive to the alley, he saw Maxim curled up in the back seat of the car and hid.

   "The car must be stopped first!" Polyakov's idea is very simple, that is, Maxim's car cannot be allowed to leave this street, as long as he is here, he will surely die!

   "How to avoid it?! Comrade Verak told us to withdraw immediately after shooting!" Sokolov spoke extremely fast.

"Now that Maxim has been let go, there will never be such a good chance again! You go first!" Polyakov rushed out from the alley, blocked the intersection, and headed towards the place where Maxim was rushing. The car fired several shots.

   "Bang bang bang!"

  A bullet precisely pierced the windshield and hit the driver.

   But before Polyakoff could smile, the out-of-control car knocked him into the air!

"Polyakov!" Seeing Polyakov's complexion change, he flew out and hit the ground heavily. Sokolov didn't have the intention to evacuate anymore. His scalp was numb, and he also rushed out subconsciously. At the entrance of the alley, they fired wildly at the car that Maxim was riding in, which had crashed into the gate of the apartment on one side!