Every few minutes a car filled up and left in different directions in the frosty night.
Li Wenjun asked the bodyguards to take a car each, and there were exactly three people including the driver and Wu Suo.
When there were four cars left, Li Wenjun asked Tang Zhaonian and others to leave first, while he and Wu Suo stayed at the end.
After Yang Shouzhuo got in the car, he asked Wu Suo outside the car: "Where are we going to meet?"
Uso said: "Don't worry, the driver knows, you just follow him."
Yang Shouzhuo pursed his lips: He didn't like this feeling very much. The purpose is unknown, the journey is unknown, and I don’t even know the name or background of my companions.
It was just like the weather outside now, and his eyes were completely dark.
The driver stepped on the accelerator and the car rushed out, making several sharp turns.
Yang Shouzhuo fastened his seat belt. When he turned around, he could no longer see Li Wenjun and the others.
As soon as they drove out of a street, a police car suddenly appeared out of nowhere and followed them, shouting through a loudspeaker: "We are the police in the car in front of them. Pull over for inspection."
The driver swore: "Идинахуй!"
Then press the accelerator to the bottom without hesitation.
Yang Shouzhuo calmly took out his gun.
The driver said: "No need."
Yang Shouzhuo put the gun back and frowned as he glanced in the rearview mirror.
The police car has its siren on.
A shrill cry suddenly echoed through the street.
Someone in the nearby house stuck his head out of the window to take a look, and then quickly retreated.
Countless police cars, like wolves that heard the call, emerged from every corner and from the alleys they passed, gathered together, and followed in pursuit.
A large string of police lights and bells flashed, and the noise increased from three or five to more than a dozen.
The driver turned the steering wheel frantically in the dark.
The small truck passed through the narrow alley, almost brushing against the wall.
The police cars were stuck at the intersection, and it took them a while to coordinate and file in.
Yang Shouzhuo grabbed the handrail above his head and suddenly felt a little funny: He used to chase others like this, but he didn't expect that he would be chased here because of that bastard Li Wenjun.
The driver stared straight ahead and said to Yang Shouzhuo: "Call me. You dial the number I gave you."
Yang Shouzhuo took out his cell phone: "Yes, report."
The driver gave him a landline number in Moscow. Yang Shouzhuo dialed it and got through.
The driver shouted into the phone: "Open the door, we'll be there in two minutes."
The other person hung up the phone without saying a word.
Yang Shouzhuo had just installed his mobile phone when the driver suddenly turned the steering wheel all the way to the left.
Yang Shouzhuo broke out in a cold sweat: He was going so fast, in such a narrow alley, was he going to commit suicide?
The light beams of the car lights flashed across the surrounding buildings in circles, and Yang Shouzhuo could see clearly that they had arrived at a small square with four or five exits.
The car turned ninety degrees and then suddenly backed into a garage and stalled.
The garage door was immediately shut and locked.
Yang Shouzhuo and the driver were silent, not daring to express their anger.
There was dead silence in the garage, so quiet that Yang Shouzhuo could hear his own heartbeat.
A moment later, the sounds of sudden brakes and the sound of police car bells echoed outside the door, making it extremely lively.
Several police cars were circling in the square. The policemen were discussing something loudly, and then the police cars left through one exit.
After a while, the small square became quiet again.
Someone learned two owl hoots outside, which were particularly clear in the silent night sky.
Based on Yang Shouzhuo's experience, this was a safety signal from the sentry on the rooftop.
Sure enough, the garage door was quietly opened again.
The driver restarted the car and walked quietly back to the road he came from.
After loading the last car, Urso left two people to guard the back door in case any little thief ran in by mistake and ruined their affairs.
Then he and Li Wenjun set off.
Hearing the alarm bells blaring in the distance, Li Wenjun muttered: "Who is this unlucky?"
Uso grinned: "Don't worry. My people can escape."
Li Wenjun smiled: "Yes, there's no point worrying now."
Ten minutes later, they arrived at a warehouse full of copy machines in the suburbs.
Those who arrived first were already standing in groups of three at a copy machine and starting to make copies.
One person binds the originals separately, one person makes copies, and one person binds the copies.
Li Wenjun glanced around and found that Yang Shouzhuo hadn't arrived yet.
It turned out that he was entangled by the police...
Uso said: "Don't worry, sit down and wait."
Five minutes, but now it has become extremely long.
Li Wenjun checked his watch twice before a car suddenly rushed in from the door.
Yang Shouzhuo and the driver jumped out, and then a group of people rushed over to open the door and start copying.
Li Wenjun breathed a sigh of relief, helped load the copied originals back into the truck, and then drove away as he had come, with three people in one truck.
By the time Li Wenjun and Wu Suo's cars rushed out of the factory, the countdown reminder on their watches had already sounded.
It would take ten minutes on the road, which meant they only had five minutes at most to move and restore the archives to their original condition.
Li Wenjun's palms were slightly sweaty and he was a little nervous.
The driver was even faster than when he arrived. Walking through the streets, you'll be there in eight minutes.
Then Yang Shouzhuo and others stayed to wait. When they saw them stop, a swarm of swarms came up and moved them in and put them back in their original places.
The last person ran out of the archives and closed the door.
The alarm light on the back door beeped and returned to normal.
Everyone silently high-fived in celebration, and then left quietly in the last truck.
It was clearly freezing at night, and everyone was soaked with sweat.
Li Wenjun wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Wow, it's really thrilling."
Yang Shouzhuo smiled bitterly: "No, every time I go out with you, I am so frightened that I think I will lose two years of my life."
Li Wenjun said: "How could it be? It's good to exercise your heart from time to time."
Everyone went back to take a nap, and then gathered at the warehouse again at noon.
All the photocopiers have been returned.
The sorted drawing documents are placed in two piles, like two hills.
Uso said: "My work is done. Please take all these away quickly, it takes up too much space."
Tang Zhaonian said: "Can you rent your minivan and the driver for a while? I'll pay. Let's separate a few lines and set off at different times, and finally meet at the border."
Uso: "Okay. But you have to ensure the safety of my men. They are all people I found with great difficulty. Each of them knows the corners of Moscow very well, and they have good driving skills, can also fight, and are absolutely loyal."
In addition to being able to play, Li Wenjun and the others already fully realized their other advantages last night.
It is indeed rare.
Tang Zhaonian said: "That's for sure. As long as I'm alive, I will absolutely guarantee their safety."
Li Wenjun thought for a while and said: "People are more important than goods. If there is an emergency, you must not hesitate to leave the goods and run away. As long as the people come back safely, the goods can be found again."
