The next day, Big Ivan and Iwan got up early, drove into the depths of the tunnel and got busy. On the contrary, Shi Quan had nothing to do and slept until midnight.

"It's been a long time, why are these two people still in there?"

Shi Quan was worried that they would be in danger inside, so he simply drove the car into the passage.

The dazzling xenon headlights illuminated the tunnel brightly, and Shi Quan finally saw what the two people were doing.

The empty and spacious tunnel was illuminated by a light curtain. In the center of the light curtain, Big Ivan was actually used as a model by Nasha!

At this time, Big Ivan was only wearing a pair of Russian Army camouflage pants and high-waisted military boots. He was leaning on the perfect 537 trailer with his butt sticking out and waving an oversized wrench in his hand. His bare upper body was even wiped with

There are irregular patches of used engine oil.

"What are you two doing? Making posters of macho men?" Shi Quan asked, holding back a laugh.

"I originally just wanted to clean the oil line of this 537 to see if it could start again, but Nasha regarded me as a model."

Big Iwan patted his bald head helplessly, and suddenly there was another stain on his head.

"Do you have any opinions?" Nasha asked with a smile.

"No objection! How can I have any objection!"

Big Ivan's face became unnatural, and he quickly repositioned himself and continued the work at hand.

"Shi Quan, don't you think Big Iwan needs help?"

Nasha's eyes sparkled as she stared at the thin Shi Quan.

Although Shi Quan is also a little over 1.8 meters tall, he is half a head shorter when standing next to Big Ivan, and even his originally well-proportioned figure looks a little thin.

However, in Nasha's opinion, the unique wheat complexion of Asians is more suitable to be used as a model than Caucasians like Big Ivan.

And unlike Da Iwan's fierce face, Shi Quan's stern face combined with the messy round face actually has a bit more evil look and masculine aura.

"It's hard to find models like this, especially for this type of shooting that favors the wasteland style. If Da Iwan and Shi Quan can stand together, it will definitely be a clear confrontation between good and evil."

Seeing Nasha staring at Shi Quan in trance, Big Ivan waved a big wrench and made crazy hints.

Shi Quan wasn't stupid either. He didn't want to be manipulated as a tool, so he quickly jumped into the cab in three steps and two steps at a time. "I think Big Ivan is trustworthy. This little thing will not trouble him."

Without waiting for Nasha to retort, Shi Quan pointed at the two of them and said, "Are you two hungry? How about eating Chinese dumplings for lunch today? I'll go out to make dumplings now, and when they're ready, I'll honk the horn to call you!"

Before he finished speaking, Shi Quan didn't even wait for Nasha's consent before he slammed into the thick car door, started the car and started the car without even turning around, accelerating directly into reverse gear and quickly backed out of the tunnel with the roar of the engine.

"Dear, did I scare him?" Nasha asked dully.

"Hahaha, how could it be? He even said he would go out and make Chinese dumplings for us. After all, we didn't even have breakfast." Big Iwan didn't dare to raise his head, as if all his attention was on the work in hand.

Shi Quan couldn't help but shudder as he rolled and crawled out of the tunnel. The way Nasha looked at her prey just now was really terrifying. As expected, all those who engage in art are insane.

But since he promised to make dumplings for them, he had no intention of breaking his promise.

Before departure, he bought all the Chinese seasonings available in Ulaanbaatar in advance because he was afraid that he would not be used to Mongolian food.

First, soak the frozen hard mutton in cold water to defrost it, then take out a bag of flour and estimate the amount of food for three people. Pour it into a stainless steel basin, add water and eggs, knead it into a dough, and cover it with plastic wrap.

While the noodles were waking up, Shi Quan cut the thawed mutton into strips, cubed it, chopped it vigorously, and finally added various seasonings and warm water and stirred evenly.

Making dumplings is a basic skill for almost every Northeastern person, so this is naturally not a problem for Shi Quan.

While the water was boiling, Shi Quan climbed into the car and sounded the pneumatic horn. Then he threw all the wrapped dumplings into the pot.

However, before the dumplings were boiled, the roar of an engine from far away attracted Shi Quan's attention.

"Why are there so many cars?"

Shi Quan subconsciously picked up the AK rifle that had been leaning against the tire. On the other side of the playground, a convoy of more than a dozen Kamaz vehicles slowly drove onto the playground.

"Something bad happened!"

"Beep!"

Seeing the convoy getting closer and closer, Shi Quan ignored the danger and rushed into the cab with three steps at a time and sounded the pneumatic horn!

Big Ivan and Nasha are still in the tunnel. If they are blocked in the tunnel, there is no possibility of escape!

"boom!"

Shi Quan hid behind Tatra and fired a warning shot. Now he could only hope that the car Andre sold him had no false advertising and that the cab was bulletproof as stated in the introduction.

As expected, the sudden sound of gunfire caused the group of more than a dozen Kamaz vehicles to stop moving forward. But the strange thing was that not only did these vehicles not shut off, they didn't even bother to get down to communicate with each other personally.

Ten seconds, 20 seconds, one minute, five minutes. The Unimog's unique roar finally sounded in the tunnel behind him.

Shi Quan looked back and saw Big Ivan walking through the roof sunroof with his upper body naked, carrying an RPG rocket launcher on his right shoulder, and holding an NSV heavy machine gun mounted on the roof of the car with his left hand! This special code is mounted on

The big killer on the main battle tank!

"What's wrong?"

Nasha slammed on the brakes, stuck her blond head out of the car window and shouted loudly.

Because of Tatra's obstruction, the two of them did not see the motorcade outside.

"A convoy came outside, about a dozen Kamaz." Shi Quan explained briefly.

"Convoy?"

Before Nasha finished speaking, Big Ivan's satellite phone rang.

The three people looked at each other, and finally Big Ivan took out the satellite phone from his pocket and pressed the answer button.

"Oh, is that so? Sorry, sorry, misunderstanding, really a misunderstanding, okay, I understand, don't worry!"

"What's wrong?" Shi Quan and Nasha asked curiously.

"Convoy outside."

Big Ivan smiled and shook his head and explained to Nasha, "They are your father Andre's people. They lost our radio signal. We just brought the satellite phone into the tunnel and couldn't receive the signal. They were worried about your danger.

So I just ran over here."

"My father sent someone to follow me again?!"

Upon hearing this, Nasha angrily stepped on the accelerator, and the Unimog roared towards the motorcade parked on the playground.

The convoy that had not responded much to Shi Quan's warning shot suddenly exploded. More than a dozen Kamaz vehicles turned around and fled frantically, and two vehicles even collided.

And the reason for all this is because of Big Ivan, who was still standing at the sunroof and had not had time to get down. Don't forget, although his rocket launcher was put back in the car, the heavy machine gun was still on it, not to mention this.

The fierce look on the guy's face just looks like a psychopath - he is shirtless in this freezing cold winter.

"Nasha! Nasha! Damn it, stop it!"

Big Ivan was shaken so much that he howled like a ghost, and the heavy machine gun that was originally mounted on the roof of the car could no longer be held steady and directly smashed into the back compartment.

Finally, after calming down, Nasha finally stepped on the brakes, and Big Ivan got back into the passenger seat, rubbing his arm that was covered in bruises from the heavy machine gun.

"I'm sorry dear"

Nasha stuck out her tongue in embarrassment.

"Crazy woman"

Big Ivan bared his teeth and muttered, pointing to the truck running away in panic outside the window, "You should say sorry to them, these people will probably be scared to death by you."

"Give me the phone!"

"ah?"

"satellite telephone!"

"Oh oh oh!"

Big Ivan quickly handed over the phone, and then jumped out of the Unimog while rolling and crawling.

"Stop watching the excitement and find me some clothes!"

Big Ivan shouted, trembling and hugging his shoulders.

At the entrance of the tunnel, Shi Quan slapped the ground and almost burst out laughing.

"Stop laughing, find me some clothes quickly. Also, what are you cooking? Why are the bubbles popping out?"

"Fuck!"

Shi Quan couldn't help but laugh now, and then he remembered that he was still cooking dumplings!

"It's okay, it's okay, it will be rotten if it is cooked for a while longer."

After adding a bottle of water to the pot, Shi Quan breathed a sigh of relief. It would be a pity if the dumplings that he had been busy making for more than an hour were overcooked.

"If you're not afraid of the cold, come here and help me taste it to see if it's done!"

Shi Quan took off his cotton-padded clothes and threw them to Big Ivan, who was shivering from the cold. Then he filled a plate of dumplings and handed them over.

"Phew! It's delicious! It's cooked!"

"Aren't you going to persuade me?"

"She's not angry with me, why should she try to persuade her?"

As Big Iwan spoke, he ate the dumplings on the plate in a few mouthfuls, "While she is quarreling, give me another one."
To be continued...