Chapter 882 KGB Officer
Dong-dong-dong, there was a knock on the door of the wooden house.
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There was no doubt that it was a knock on the door, because the frequency of the knocks had a formulaic rhythm: three consecutive knocks, then a three-second pause, and then three more knocks, back and forth. You can almost guess from the knock on the door that the person standing outside must be a formulaic and rigid person, because even if he is standing in a snowstorm, he is not willing to bang on the door wildly, but abides by discipline and rules.
No one spoke in the wooden house. Neither the female hunter nor the tall man spoke or meant to open the door. They couldn't even move now. If they were distracted for a moment, another life would be lost.
The knocking on the door didn't stop. It was probably because the people outside saw the light of fire in the wooden house and knew that there must be someone inside, so he probably kept knocking until no one responded.
At this time, an old man's groan suddenly came from the ground, and the female hunter's face twitched. In her peripheral vision, the old hunter on the ground actually moved slightly, struggling to raise her hands to pull away the fur on her chest. The punctured leather underneath was exposed. It seemed that the thick clothes to keep out the cold actually saved his life!
But from the amount of bleeding on the ground, it seemed that the bullet had still injured his body. If the shrapnel was not removed in time and the wound was bandaged, the massive bleeding alone would have killed this elderly man.
"The old thing can't hold it anymore." The tall man said with a slight movement of his lips.
"Your sister looks about the same." The huntress glanced at her with her peripheral vision and sneered.
The same situation is not so good, of course, there is also the woman in the bear hat who is nailed to the wall. The nail-pierced palm is bleeding continuously, and the burning on the back of the hand is spreading further over time. If the woman in the bear hat continues like this, I'm afraid I need one less hand to survive.
"Count three, two, and move away together?"
"Okay, you count."
"Three two. One!"
Gunshots were fired.
But it wasn't the tall man who fired the shot.
The door of the wooden house was knocked open by a huge force, the force of the blizzard, leaving only a smoking hole in the door lock. Behind the suddenly opened door, a huge blizzard roared in, making everyone narrow their eyes, but the gun barrels and bows and arrows remained motionless.
Standing in front of the door was a man wearing a Soviet officer's uniform and standing upright in the snowstorm. He was tall and burly, with a few curls of iron-gray hair peeking out from under his military cap. He held a Makarov pistol in his right hand. , the light from the stove cast his huge shadow on the dark blue snow behind him.
The Soviet officer stood at the door and scanned the room sharply. He saw the old man on the ground and the woman moaning in front of the stove. Then he raised his head and said expressionlessly, "KGB Lieutenant Colonel, Andrei, who is this wooden house?" The owner of the house? I need to temporarily commandeer this house to escape the snowstorm."
Soviet officer? KGB lieutenant colonel?
The huntress and the tall man were both stunned. They couldn't help but shift their gazes and looked at the man standing at the door as hard as an iron tower. It seemed that even the snowstorm could not shake him in front of the door. He just stood there to earn the wind that entered the house. Most of the snow was blocked. They saw discipline, iron and blood, and danger in this man.
"I noticed that someone was injured in the house. It is my duty and mission to protect the people. I order you two Soviet citizens to put down your guns and bows." The iron-gray eyes of the man who claimed to be a KGB lieutenant colonel swept over the hunter and the tall man. , "I won't say it a second time."
His tone was very deep, without deliberate tone support, but it was colder than the blizzard behind him - it came from the temperament of a soldier and the courage of the elite non-commissioned officers of the great Soviet Union. At this moment, no one doubted his identity anymore. He stood there almost as a symbol of the sickle and hammer symbol. He was the sharpest knife in the hands of the Soviet Union.
"I will let him go if he lets me go." The huntress said without hesitation.
"I" the tall man was about to say something, but he found that the sharp eyes of the KGB lieutenant colonel were staring at him. It was an unquestionable sense of command and a creepy sense of threat that made his whole body tense, as if he would If he dared to disobey the opponent, his head would be blown off by the Makarov pistol in the next moment.
So he put down the double-barreled shotgun, but the huntress let go of the arrow. As the woman in the bear hat screamed by the stove, the arrow flew past her face and plunged into the stove. The arrow seemed to miss the target by a hair, but it accurately hit the opponent's timidity. As soon as his legs softened, the hot water wetted his thick pants.
"I'm coming in." The KGB lieutenant colonel walked into the wooden house and closed the wooden door with his backhand. Seeing the power of the violent blizzard as nothing, he dragged a chair over and leaned it against the door to temporarily act as a door bolt.
The sound of the door closing seemed to be a signal, and the female hunter and the tall man rushed towards the old hunter on the ground and the woman in the bear hat by the fire respectively.
The KGB officer walked to the ground next to the old hunter and squatted down. He stretched out his hand and pulled open the thick leather jacket, revealing the old man's bloody chest. The shrapnel penetrated the thick clothes and penetrated into the old man's body, but judging from the wound It can also be found that the shrapnel did not penetrate deeply, which is why the old man survived.
"There is still hope." said the KGB lieutenant colonel. "I need medical tools."
The female hunter stood up directly and started looking for a medical kit in the house. Every family of an old hunter should have a complete medical kit, let alone a hunter like old Aryan who lives alone.
"Help my sister." The tall man also helped the woman in the bear hat to the KGB lieutenant colonel. He cut off the bow and arrow with the dagger he had left on the ground, leaving only the arrow stuck in the woman in the bear hat. in the palm of your hand.
"This is the retribution you deserve! Bastards!" The female hunter who was looking for the medical kit turned around and cursed at the tall man, "Come to rob an old hunter who lives alone. This kind of thing, you bastards who annihilate humanity, It can be done!”
"Shut up!" The tall man turned around and roared angrily. At the same time, he quickly observed the half-crouched KGB lieutenant colonel on the ground with his peripheral vision, and secretly grasped the shotgun in his hand.
The female hunter has put down her bow and arrow. The speed of drawing the bow is definitely not as fast as shooting, but now the KGB lieutenant colonel appears for no reason, completely confusing the situation. KGB, he knows the name of this spy organization, then He is the most terrifying institution in the motherland, the Soviet Union. Just thinking about him makes the new students afraid of him.
Why is the KGB here, shouldn't they be operating in Moscow and the United States?
And will this kind of spy agency deal with home invasions and robberies?
"Quiet, save people first. I will analyze and deal with what happened here later." The KGB lieutenant colonel lowered his head and tore open the old hunter's leather jacket to expand the space, and coldly finalized the decision.
"Found it." The huntress suddenly made a voice of surprise. She dug out an animal skin bag from the cabinet. It was full of medical tools. They should have been taken from a professional medical kit. There are indeed some in the town. Merchants from big cities in the Soviet Union have sold this combination of medical tools. It seems that old Aryan is also a man who knows the goods.
Just when the female hunter came over with the animal skin bag, a familiar voice sounded again.
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Dong-dong-dong, there was a knock on the door of the wooden house.
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The door was opened by the female hunter, and the wind and snow blew in. The moment she opened the door, she moved sideways to face the door, but this time there was no gun or bow and arrow pointed at him behind the door.
There was a man standing stooped in the blizzard outside the door. When the door opened, a perfect English sentence came out of the other person's mouth, "Help me, help us! These two children are going to freeze to death!" "
The fire of the stove crackled and exploded. With the help of the light, the people in the house could see clearly. The person standing outside the door was actually a young American. He was stooped to resist the crazy snowstorm and was out of breath, but Soon the people in the room noticed behind him, because there was actually a young girl in thin clothes standing behind him!
In the madness of the blizzard, the girl outside the door raised her head, the firelight illuminated her young face, and a pair of dark pupils swept across everyone behind the door. Each pair of pupils was full of wonder at the moment, reflecting the The young girl and the unconscious boy she was carrying on her back.