Chapter 896 Negotiations Break Down (110)
Be sober and alert. Because your enemy the devil walks about like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour.
1 Peter 5:8
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The furnace has never burned so violently, and the flames are like rising tides, eroding and licking the furnace walls. Going further, the flames are raging and there is no ashes left, but they stick to their desires and stop their repeated attacks behind the safe harbor.
The longbow is full like the moon, and the trigger is dripping with sweat.
No one moves. The crackling of the fire in the ears and the hissing of trivial things outside the wooden house are getting closer and closer. The whispers of those demons come again, like snakes wrapped around their ankles, swimming up inch by inch.
"Here it comes." The female hunter and the lieutenant colonel said at the same time with tense faces.
Just like the bell that rings on time after prayer, the blazing fire in the wooden house went out without warning as soon as the voice in my heart fell, just like an invisible hand gently pressing on the burning firewood, burying all the flames in the gray dust.
The dark blue darkness instantly enveloped the whole house, and along with the fire, everyone's breathing sound also went out. The dark blue darkness was like a tide that flooded their mouths and noses. The cold air that was no longer purified by the flames could freeze the lungs into ice chips just by inhaling.
The female hunter's hands and feet were cold and motionless. She maintained the state of drawing the bow and her eyes widened to adapt to the sudden darkness. When she finally saw the scene in front of her, she found that the double-barreled long-barreled shotgun that was originally aimed at her forehead had moved three body positions horizontally.
The female hunter's heart suddenly became awed, because she saw fear in the eyes of the robber holding the gun, heart-wrenching fear.
That was more than the anger and confusion over his sister's poisoning, more than the fear of their hatred, the grief and pain were drowned by the bone-chilling coldness that was colder than a snowstorm, and hatred bowed its head in the face of despair and was willing to face the current situation.
In the reflection of Vika's pupils, outside the glass window of the wooden house, a face was almost pressed against the glass surface. It was a face as dry and knotty as tree bark, a devil's face, a scene that could only be seen at the bottom of nightmares.
The pair of golden eyes like lamps were slowly moving horizontally, passing over one face after another that was stunned by fear, until they stopped at the corner of the wooden house - the brother and sister on the stove.
The double-barreled shotgun fired, and flames flashed out from the gaps between the mechanical parts, and dark blue gunpowder smoke spewed out of the barrel in one breath.
There was no sound of glass breaking, because the shot was off-center. At the moment when Vika's finger pulled the trigger, the female hunter and the lieutenant colonel almost took a step forward at the same time, stretched out their hands to support and raise the barrels of the double-barreled shotgun.
The shot hit the ceiling of the wooden house, and a large amount of sawdust flew down in the smell of gunpowder. In the darkness, Vika was immediately hit by a knee in the abdomen, and was slapped hard under the ribs. The severe pain almost made his eyes pop out, and he curled up and fell like his sister on the ground.
The female hunter pressed the shotgun to the ground, and Lieutenant Colonel Andre looked back at the glass window, holding his breath and staring at the devil.
The devil did not seem to be angered by the sudden loud gunshots, but the gunshots were like a rally horn. More and more black shadows with strange faces came out of the coniferous forest. They walked out of the forest in the golden light and approached the wooden house step by step until they surrounded the whole house.
A wall separates them, a real wall separates them.
Everyone in the wooden house stayed away from the wall, especially the door. Even through the heavy wooden stakes, they could feel the bone-chilling coldness of the devils outside, which seemed to suck the life out of all living people.
Will they break in? Will they break through the window and rush in?
Everyone stared at the devil staring at the wooden house through the window. The old hunter Aryan on the stove looked at the golden fire outside the window with trembling lips. He had never seen such a hellish scene in many years. It was a blasphemy to the old hunter's own beliefs and the destruction of his worldview.
The wooden house was now at its weakest defense. If the maze-like coniferous forest and food shortage in the morning were intended to weaken their fighting power in the wooden house, then this group of devils did succeed.
They used hunger and human hearts to perfectly disintegrate their due resistance. Up to now, there were less than three people who could fight in the whole house. Dusha and Adam were poisoned and exhausted, Vika was subdued by their own people, and the old hunter and the two children could not be counted in the fighting power. Only the female hunter and the lieutenant colonel could fight.
The female hunter quietly grasped the recurve wooden bow in her hand, twisted the arrow feathers with her right hand and placed them on the bowstring. She was ready for a desperate fight.
But what she didn't expect was that at this crucial moment, the only person she could rely on, who was also the strongest person in the wooden house, made an unexpected move.
Lieutenant Colonel Andrei of the KGB, put away his pistol under the incomprehensible gaze of the female hunter, and walked towards the glass and wooden window in the deep blue darkness.
He stood in front of the wooden window, almost face to face with the devil.
"I want to talk." He said.
As soon as the voice fell, the door of the wooden house was opened by a force, and the bone-chilling Siberian night wind blew in from outside, and the white wind and frost blew across everyone's neck in the dark.
"Let's talk here."
Lieutenant Colonel Andrei gave a precise answer to the devil's whisper. He stared at the devil outside the window without deviation, "You know I won't be too far away from the 'legacy'. This is my reliance and the capital for negotiation."
heritage? Negotiation capital? No one who was still conscious in the room knew what the lieutenant colonel was talking about. They thought the lieutenant colonel was hallucinating due to excessive fear and was talking to something that they could not see or hear.
"The KGB never compromises. If you know us well enough, you should know that your demands are meaningless."
There were whispering sounds in the wind and frost, but those sounds were too ethereal, like the friction of vines growing wildly. However, the huntress suddenly realized that it was not that the lieutenant colonel was crazy, he was really talking to the 'devil' Speaking, the devil's answer was hidden in the wind, but no one except the lieutenant colonel could understand it!
"The incident at Black Swan Port has spread to Moscow. The road from Siberia to the outside world has checkpoints every three steps. The airport and train traffic are blocked. Even if you get the 'heritage' of the motherland, you can't leave." Andrei The lieutenant colonel's face, illuminated by the golden fire of the devil's eyes, was as hard as steel.
The huntress suddenly remembered the "secret mission" that the lieutenant colonel had said before that he came to the extreme northeast of Siberia. She suddenly seemed to think of something and turned to look at the pair hidden in the shadow in the corner of the fire bed. cub.
The whispers of wind and frost continue, and the devil seems to be bargaining.
"That is the 'heritage' that belongs to the motherland, and it is also the capital of the motherland's rejuvenation." The lieutenant colonel was not afraid of the devil's whispers. "The privileged class spends tens of billions of national funds every year just to continue the 'delta' plan. The only thing left is the miracle of standing up before the huge disaster. Now that the disaster has come, the miracle should be brought back to Moscow. "
There is laughter in the wind, so ironic, with a chill that goes deep into the bones.
"The Soviets are invincible and all difficulties will be over." The lieutenant colonel remained unmoved in the face of the devil's ridicule. "The country's wealth is indeed being divided among the republics, including fighter jets, aircraft carriers and even nuclear weapons. But this does not include the 'delta' plan. You Crossed the line."
"'Plan δ'?" The huntress couldn't help but speak.
No one paid attention to her, neither Lieutenant Colonel Andre nor the devil outside the window. They seemed to be in a stalemate over what the Lieutenant Colonel said.
of silence.
"Okay." Lieutenant Colonel Andre said, "You can give it a try."
Suddenly, the huntress saw Lieutenant Colonel Andrei pull out the Makarov pistol, point it at the devil's forehead outside the glass, and pull the trigger without any hindrance.
The hammer smashed into smoke and fire, and accompanied by a deafening gunshot, the glass shattered. Everything in front of the lieutenant colonel raising the barrel of the gun was wrapped in a thick black smoke!
This is not a pistol, this is simply a small steel cannon! How could the power of this Makarov pistol suddenly increase so much?
The female hunter covered her ears in an instant, and her head was filled with buzzing. She quickly turned her head and looked at the window. But now there was no window anywhere, and even the wooden frame and glass window disappeared directly with the shot just now, only There is only one big hole left that connects to the ice and snow outside!
The mind of the female hunter on the ground was blank, but she quickly drew her bow and pointed it at the huge hole.
She was ready for those demons to rush in like a tide, but after the thick black smoke dissipated, she actually found that the black shadows that were originally surging like a tide outside the wooden house had suddenly disappeared!
Everyone in the wooden house was confused, except the lieutenant colonel who silently put away the Makarov pistol and turned to look at everyone. At this time, everyone also noticed that the lieutenant colonel's eyes were shining brightly. of golden color.