Pete looked back and saw that it was already setting sun and the woods were getting darker and darker, so he didn't see anything. "It's getting dark, maybe it's going to help us." The Rat Nest Case said in the direction of the tall building: "Continue. When you get to the edge of the park, if there is still no movement outside, I will contact Mr. John."

Just as Pitt distributed the ammunition and started moving west again, Malayevsky was sent to the Post Office, in front of Ivan.

This guy was pressed on a chair in front of the desk Ivan temporarily occupied by him as requested. In fact, there was no need to press. At this moment, Malayevsky cooperated very much and did not dare to resist at all, and he didn't even dare to show his vigor.

After sitting down, Ivan did not rush to speak, but looked at Malayevsky's wounds. He saw that it had been simply bandaged. The blood should have stopped at this moment, but looking at Malayevsky's appearance, you can tell that it was still very painful at this moment. Ivan chuckled and said, "Pour the glass of water for this...Mr. Malayevsky first." As he said that, he looked at Malayevsky and said, "Am I right? I hope I'm not calling your name wrong."

"No...no...that's right." Malayevsky said in enduring the pain.

"That's good." Ivan smiled and said, "I don't think I'll waste too much time on you. I hope you can get treatment soon. Although it's not fatal, it's always going to be treated. Do you think I'm right?"

"Yes...Yes..." Malayevsky said immediately.

"So, I want to confirm first, are you really your current name? Malayevsky? Not a pseudonym? Or did he come to this city with the identity of an unlucky person?" Ivan continued to ask.

"No. When...of course not. I am a native, born here and raised here." Malayevsky said with certainty: "Many people here know me, and I know a lot of people, and I have known them since I was a child."

"Is that?" Ivan said in disbelief: "Then it's hard for me to believe that someone like you will join the Americans and sell the country for honor. Isn't this place good? Have you been subjected to some persecution? I need a reason, a reason that will make me believe."

Malayevsky looked at Ivan and did not speak immediately, but seemed a little hesitant. Ivan looked at the time and suddenly turned back on his unhurried look and said, "I'm in a hurry. If I ask anything, you'd better answer immediately. Otherwise, I can only let others communicate with you in another way."

Malayevsky looked at the person standing on both sides of him in a launch manner and immediately said, "I...I...I...I'm just for money...for money..."

"Really? For the money? How much did they give you?" Ivan continued to ask.

"Total...there are about 400,000 US dollars in total." Malayevsky said in a very ashamed manner.

"Four hundred thousand. Haha." Ivan smiled and said, "Are you planning to take some money and live a carefree and beautiful life abroad?"

Malayevsky didn't chew, but from his expression, he could tell that this was what he thought. And Ivan didn't really want to know the answer, so he continued, "Okay, I want to know this person now." As Ivan took out the photo of Baldachev and handed it to Malayevsky, "Look, do you know me?"

Malayevsky looked at the photo and looked up at Ivan and said, "I...this..."

"Do you want to tell me that my person has shown you this photo?" Ivan said, "and you told him that this person is not only not among those who want to leave the city, but you don't know this person, right?"

"Yes...yes." Malayevsky said.

Ivan sneered and said, "That's strange." As he said that, he looked at Malayevsky and said, "Do you know? This person has been in this place for a long time, not a person who has only been here in the past one or two years. He even has women and children here. And you seem to have just told me that you are a native native, and many people here know you, and you know a lot of people here. But now, you are very sure of me that you don't know this person. Do you think this answer is reasonable?"

"This...I do...I can't know everyone." Malayevsky said with some stuttering.

Ivan nodded and said, "It makes sense not everyone knows you. But I don't believe it. I have someone to investigate you. I want to know everything about you, of course it's not that fast. But based on my experience, I think you must be a local master of all things. Do you understand what I mean? Master of all things means... Some are like a local snake, knowing many things here, what others know, what others don't know, and knowing many people. Even if the other party doesn't know you, you will know the other party, right? This is also the reason why someone like you will be recruited by the Intelligence Bureau. Of course, if you think there are other reasons, I really want to know, if you can convince me."

"I...well...I..." Malayevsky stammered for a while and said, "I...yes, you are right...I am...I know a lot of things here.

"What about this person?" Ivan pointed to the photo in his hand and said, "Do you have some impression now?"

Malayevsky looked at the photo again, and he was still hesitating at this moment, but this just happened to show that this guy knew the Baldachev in the photo, at least he had an impression.

"I don't want to waste time. Tell me, Mr. Malayevsky, if you tell me everything about this person, you have the opportunity to bring your money to the carefree life you want. No one will pursue you, and no one even knows your existence. But if you don't cooperate, you always want to play tricks with me, I can still get what I want, and then I will hand you over to the people of your country and tell them what you are. I think you, like me, can imagine what the outcome of a traitor will be like. Although it is not the former Soviet Union, we still have similar ways of dealing with many things after all, right?"

"You... are not the government?" Malayevsky asked in surprise.

"Haha. Don't you know that at this moment, this incident infringes upon not only Belarus, but also Russia's interests?" Ivan sneered and said, "Okay, the time is up to make a decision. Which one are you going to choose? Mr. Malayevsky?"

"What you just said is true?" Malayevsky obviously did not have any firm will. At this moment, he certainly knew what would happen if he fell into the hands of the Belarusian government. Living life is naturally the most important thing at this moment.

"To be honest, except for helping me, everything else is useless to me. Your life and death, or whether you are a shameless traitor, does not mean to me. We are just making a deal, I get what I want, you get life and can live and spend the rest of your life well. That's it." Ivan said and looked at the time again, "If it goes well, maybe you will be free tomorrow. Of course you can not say it, but I promise I will still get what I want, and you... it depends on your luck. Otherwise, I will call your government people over and chat with you together."

"No...I...I know this person. No, it should be said that I have seen this person and never spoke. I mean we don't know each other and never spoke, but I know his existence. And I know this person has something to do with those Americans." Malayevsky said.

"Contact? What to contact?" Ivan asked immediately.

"Contact...I don't know what it is. I don't have the right to contact their core. What exactly is that person and Americans have, and what this guy is doing. What I said...I just...I've just seen, met this person and Americans, and have been in and out of that factory." Although Malayevsky seemed to be trying hard to reduce his importance, Ivan didn't care. He nodded and said, "I won't talk about this for now. What I want to know most now is, is this person still in Slonim?"

"This..." Malayevsky hesitated for a moment and did not answer immediately.

"What? Have you changed your mind again?" Ivan asked expressionlessly.

"No, no, no." Malayevsky waved his hand immediately and said, "I just can't confirm whether he is here, I don't know if he is still there."

"When was the last time I saw him?" Ivan asked immediately.

"The day before yesterday." Malayevsky said, thinking about it again, and then said affirmatively: "Yes, it was the day before yesterday. I saw this person the day before yesterday."

"To be specific, when did you see him the day before yesterday?" Ivan continued to ask.

"The day before yesterday at noon, at lunch," Malayevsky said immediately: "A restaurant in the city is called Victory Restaurant. It is on a street to the east, not far from their factory."

"Is he alone?" Ivan looked at Malayevsky and said, "Why are you there too?"

"Because they had something to ask me for it. That's what I did today. After the discussion, they asked me to take someone to the street with me. I saw that man walked into the restaurant and met Baldachev. That's it."

"What is the name of the person who went to meet Baldachev? Is the person who is in contact with you the same person?" Ivan asked.

"It's the same one. The man's name is Gilliev. I don't know if it's the real name, but it's this one." Malayevsky said.

"Do you know where this person is usually? I'm talking about Baldachev. Or where his women and children are now, can you know?" Ivan asked.

"I... I know their residence, but I think they shouldn't be there at this moment." Malayevsky said.

"Is there anything else? Think about it carefully, I have to remind you that this is your real value. If you lose this opportunity, do you know what you will face?" Ivan threatenedly reminded.

"Let me... let me think about it..." Malayevsky no longer wanted to play any tricks at this moment. After a quick recollection, he said, "I...I am indeed...I don't know...but!" Seeing that Ivan's face turned cold, he immediately raised his voice and said, "But I can arrange for someone to find...I can try to find it, I think this...it's not difficult...it's not difficult, as long as they haven't left Slonim. I can ask reliable people to help me find them."

"Very good." Ivan said: "But you have to be responsible for what you said, because I don't want to waste time on things that are not sure about meaningless. Because that is a waste of my opportunity cost. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Opportunity...opportunity cost?" Malayevsky looked confused, but then he nodded again and said, "I understand, I understand."

Ivan shook his head in disappointment and said, "You don't understand, but it doesn't matter. This doesn't matter. As long as you can find them, you can be safe and take the money to be a rich foreigner. If you can't find them, you will be in great trouble." After that, he looked at the person beside him, "Does he carry the phone with him?"

"Some." The person who escorted him here immediately said and handed over a bag.

Ivan took the bag and took out the cell phone and looked at it, "Is this yours or is it given to you by the Americans?"

"My own is absolutely safe, I guarantee that this phone is absolutely safe." Malayevsky said as he took the call handed to him by Ivan.

"You know what you should do, don't let things that shouldn't happen." Ivan said and sat back in his seat, "Go to start, I'm waiting for your news."

Seeing Ivan say this, Malayevsky immediately dialed out the phone and arranged it immediately after someone answered the phone. At the same time, in the Wetland Park, Pitt and his friends had already arrived at the edge of this woods, and further ahead were the paths paved by the park, and some carefully arranged flower beds or other decorative vegetation. A further away is the edge of the park. At this moment, Pitt can see the fence there, and it is impossible to see the situation outside the fence, but it is very quiet from the entire area. You can only hear some birds and wind sounds, and there is no other sound.

"Is this too quiet?" Thun asked in a squatted beside a tree and whispered to Pete.
Chapter completed!