Chapter 1593: Chapter 1572: Reconnaissance Gao Yang understood what Number Thirteen meant. As an assassin, Number Thirteen often prepared for months or even longer for the assassination of a target. Any place where the target might appear could be considered a place to strike, and the target’s main residence was of utmost importance. The most important items are generally carried with oneself. Gao Yang didn’t know the status of Princess Sissi’s shotgun in Poloneshenko’s mind, but it was very likely that after Poloneshenko moved into the Presidential Palace, he brought a few of his beloved collectibles inside. It’s very likely and quite possible. The gun might be in Poloneshenko’s villa, or in his mansion in the Kiev City District. In the near future, of course, it might also appear in the Presidential Palace. Without being able to ensure the gun can be stolen within a short time, taking advantage of the current convenience to scout the terrain in advance would be a good choice. Ukraine’s Presidential Palace is on Grinshevsky Street, the former Marinsky Palace, a building with a strong Russian-style architectural flavor. It’s not tall but very beautiful and, of course, very luxurious and grand. The road is in front of the Presidential Palace, and not far from it is the Verkhovna Rada Building. It’s easy to find and convenient to observe from the outside, but trying to enter is very difficult. On Grinshevsky Street, Yake had just recently been stabbed a few times. Returning to this place, Gao Yang still felt a bit weird. As the car drove past the Presidential Palace, Gao Yang looked at it and muttered to himself, “How the hell do we get in? Or maybe, we should go check out Poloneshenko’s mansion in Kiev City first.” Number Thirteen said in a low voice, “It’s harder to get in there than here. As long as I’m not injured it’s fine, but since I am injured, well, until I heal, don’t even think about it. There’s only a few days left, how can you possibly steal the gun from his house? Once Poloneshenko moves into the Presidential Palace, sooner or later, he’ll be here. Turn back and find a place to observe slowly.” At an intersection, Taylor turned the car around and, just as they were approaching the Presidential Palace again, Number Thirteen said in a low voice, “There’s a high-end restaurant across the street from the Verkhovna Rada Building. Let’s go in and sit down to observe slowly.” Gao Yang had also noticed the restaurant earlier. It was an obviously very upscale place. Naturally, a restaurant near the Verkhovna Rada and the Presidential Palace would have to be high-end. They came in an MPV, parked the car in front of the restaurant. Gao Yang opened the sliding side door, and Taylor took out the wheelchair from the back. The two of them helped Number Thirteen into the wheelchair and pushed it towards the restaurant’s entrance. Just past eleven, it was lunchtime. Gao Yang thought eating while observing wasn’t bad. However, as they reached the restaurant entrance, the attendant politely asked in English, “Hello, do you have a reservation?” After Gao Yang replied, the attendant apologetically said, “I’m very sorry, we only serve with reservations, and we are fully booked at the moment. Gentlemen, I’m afraid you’ll have to come next time.” Number Thirteen replied calmly, “We have a reservation. I’ve already reserved a table.” The attendant immediately opened the door, bowed slightly, and said, “Welcome, the three of you. I wish you a pleasant meal. Please come in.” Once inside, Gao Yang looked at Number Thirteen in surprise and asked, “When did you make a reservation? Oh, you lied?” Number Thirteen disdainfully replied, “I made the reservation online yesterday. Something relying on you guys would accomplish nothing. Without preparation, how are you supposed to do reconnaissance? Hmph.” After Gao Yang refused to call his sister over, Number Thirteen was in a bad mood, so Gao Yang could only manage a wry smile and said, “Luckily, you thought ahead. Thank goodness.” After speaking with the attendant about the reservation name, the three were led to a table near the window, about 200 meters diagonally across from the Presidential Palace, with a clear view. Removing a chair, Number Thirteen sat directly in the wheelchair and began to watch the activity at the Presidential Palace. Gao Yang sat next to Number Thirteen, while Taylor had to sit across from them and turn back to observe. Before they could really start looking, the attendant had already presented three menus. While Gao Yang and Taylor were still looking at the menus, Number Thirteen hastily flipped through one, then said to the attendant in a deep voice, “Black caviar, borscht with beetroot, French baguette and grilled salmon, sirloin steak medium rare, vegetable salad, today’s special dessert, black coffee.” Number Thirteen spoke quickly, and the attendant noted it down quickly as well. When Number Thirteen finished, the attendant had finished noting and then took the menu back from Number Thirteen’s hand with a smile and said, “Very well, sir.” Gao Yang sighed, closed the menu, and said to the attendant, “Same as him.” Taylor also closed the menu, smiled bitterly, and said, “Same as him.” When the attendant retrieved the menus with a smile, Number Thirteen said expressionlessly, “Wait, bring my side dish and main dish together first. Also, bring me a bottle of ketchup.” The attendant was momentarily stunned and then awkwardly said, “Do you mean you want the side dish and main dish served before the appetizer?” Number Thirteen nodded and said in a low voice, “Yes!” ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novel⚑fire.net The attendant quickly smiled and said, “Very well, the side dish and main dish will be served before the appetizer. However, I’m sorry, sir, we do not serve ketchup separately.” Number Thirteen glanced at the attendant and said in a low voice, “Change it to black pepper sauce, fine, that’ll do.” Gao Yang was speechless. It wasn’t surprising the attendant was startled because in Western dining, it’s usually appetizer, soup, side dish, main dish, salad, dessert, coffee, or tea, in that order. In a normal restaurant, it might not be so strict, but here it’s a very high-end restaurant. Mixing up the dining order is undignified, but Number Thirteen couldn’t care less about dignity. After the attendant left, Gao Yang smiled wryly and asked, “What can we see from here?” Number Thirteen replied irritably, “There’s no need to tell you what I need to see. Even if I did, you’d never understand. Don’t bring your combat thinking into this. Right now, you’re supposed to be a thief!” After speaking, Number Thirteen immediately focused on the Presidential Palace and said in a deep voice, “Note this: four security posts, guard shift change at half-past eleven for the outermost perimeter.” Number Thirteen’s observation focus was different from his own, and Gao Yang understood this point. He always viewed things from a combat perspective, but Number Thirteen certainly wouldn’t. If he needed to engage in combat, then his mission would have already failed. Gao Yang looked around on his own, and Number Thirteen did too. After about five minutes, both let out a soft sigh. Gao Yang felt that a forced entry was impossible, although he hadn’t intended to do so in the first place. As for why Number Thirteen sighed, that he did not know. Number Thirteen shook his head slightly and softly said, “It’s hard to get in, really hard.” (To be continued. If you work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations or monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read at m.qidian.com.)