Almost at the beginning of the firefight, before the sound of gunshots came, Mehir, who was holding a telescope, already realized that something was wrong!
"Bang!"
When gunshots rang out from the commanding heights not far away, he was about to let out a sigh of relief subconsciously, but then, the TT33 he placed on the roof of the car was hit by a bullet with a "pop!" and spun and slid down.
Got under the car.
Almost at the same time, he also noticed that a piece of turf opened on its own on the other side of the car. Immediately afterwards, a man wearing camouflage uniforms, a black mask, a knitted hat and dust glasses on his head, and a blanket.
The girl stood up quickly and walked over holding a silent Makarov pistol in both hands.
"Put your hand over"
Asma said in Arabic, and she was almost certain that this Mehir had a high probability of understanding Arabic, "Or I'll cut off your hand."
Sure enough, after hesitating for less than two seconds, Mehir glanced at the satellite phone that was also placed on the roof of the car. In the end, he did not act rashly and bent down as hard as he could to reach the edge of the car.
However, he didn't expect that the girl standing by the car holding a gun took out not handcuffs, but instead pulled out a bottle of perfume from her lower back, pointed it at his face and pressed the squeeze pump.
Suddenly, under the stimulation of the hot unknown aqueous solution, Mehir screamed and coughed, and at the same time he closed his eyes tightly and shed tears.
After spraying the opponent's eyes again, Asma, who was lurking here alone, put away the perfume bottle, opened the car door and roughly pulled Mehir out, and used a thick No. 8 wire to pull out the perfume bottle.
His hands were tied behind his back.
After kicking the opponent's knee to make him kneel on the ground, Asma first picked up the TT33 pistol and disassembled it into parts, and then carefully checked it in several off-road vehicles.
It wasn't until she was sure that there were no other enemies hiding that she put away the satellite phone that Mesil had placed on the roof of the car, and then raised her head and waved her hand toward the sky.
Although Mehir couldn't see anything at this time, the faint buzzing above his head made him immediately guess that there must be a drone overhead.
"Are you Edward's people? What did he write... Ugh!"
Before Mehir had finished speaking, Asma also turned off the signal jammer in the yurt to restore radio communication, and at the same time, he touched the crotch of the old man lying on the ground.
"Next time you speak without permission, I will remove all the extra parts from your body."
After Asma finished speaking, she opened the back of the off-road vehicle, and then touched Mehir's finger, "Stand up and climb into the trunk."
Hearing this, Mehir, whose old face was already red from the pain, stood up against the car with difficulty and glared at Asma fiercely.
"Pah! Pah!"
Asuma was not used to this old thing. After taking off his dust-proof glasses, he raised his hand and slapped her twice loudly, "Get in the car!"
The burning pain on his face and the undisguised murderous intent in the girl's eyes made Mehir decide not to provoke anymore and got into the trunk honestly.
The trunk closed with a bang, Asma got into the cab, started the car and drove straight to the edge of the yurt.
In such a short time, the other girls had already cleaned up the battlefield. They also took off all the clothes from the corpses. After taking photos one by one for their records, they threw all the clothes except their IDs, weapons and mobile phones into the bonfire.
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"All of these people have passports and American passports."
The girl named Yulia pointed to the documents arranged in a row and said, "But they all flew from Jia Ma."
"Are you chair-crackers?" Asma asked in Arabic to Mehir who was lying inside after opening the trunk.
"We're Americans," Mecher replied, "we just have citizenship."
"I'll take care of the body," Asma said, looking at the other girls.
"We will help you." The other girls gave the same answer in a tacit understanding.
"Lilia, no, Asma, let's go together."
The girl named Yulia said that she was from Culia, or to be more precise, from the Culia black market.
If Wei Ran were willing to look through the files on this young girl, he would know that she was bought by Niniel for a high price of US$1,500 on the underground black market near the Yodan refugee camp.
This is definitely a high price, and the reason why this girl is so "valuable" is simply because she was only 17 years old at the time, beautiful, "untouched" and... educated.
At this point, Yulia knew more clearly how lucky she was to be so "valuable" in the first place and to be bought and join Hela.
Because in her nightmares, she had seen girls locked in iron cages and sold for $50 or even $30 more than once - they were collectively referred to as "rotten meat that was still alive."
Those nightmares that she could never forget made her and Asma almost harbor the same deep-seated hatred.
"Get the body into the car."
Asma took a deep breath, opened the trunk of the off-road vehicle, put Mehir down first, then took out a wallpaper knife, and roughly cut open all the clothes on his body and pulled them off.
Objectively speaking, this man who looks to be in his sixties is definitely in relatively good shape among his peers.
Of course, the girls were not very interested in his figure. Instead, they all noticed the tattoo on his left chest.
It was a black rogue star. Just below the rogue star, there was a red word "269" - just like the tattoos on the chests of other corpses.
"I thought you were so awesome"
Asma, who was holding up her cell phone to take a picture of Mehir, mocked disdainfully.
"I want to see you..."
"Pah! Pah!"
Before Mehir could finish his words, Yulia had already waved the riding crop and slapped him hard on each of his fairly white buttocks.
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Asma kicked Mehir to the ground with bloodstains on his butt, and then tied his neck to the front bumper of the tractor not far away with a thick chain hung with a cowbell.
By the way, a sheepskin tube filled with fishy smell was put on his head.
Compared to the sheepskin bag that obscured his vision, what really caused pain was the thick chain around his neck.
The chain was short enough that he couldn't even think of standing up. He could only squat on the front of the vehicle, which was filled with the smell of dog urine, and put his neck against the front bumper of the tractor.
While Asma was busy, the other girls worked together to carry the fresh corpses that were still warm to the truck, or picked a lamb from the sheepfold and carried it into the cargo compartment.
Or they could drive over some other off-road vehicles that Mexier brought.
After a lot of busy work, several vehicles drove slowly in the dusk for more than half an hour. The truck driven by Asma himself was the first to stop.
On the grass directly in front of the car, there was a wooden stake as thick as a thigh and less than two meters high.
Yesterday, when the girls worked together to smash this wooden stake here, they also tied two sheep here and gave each sheep a knife on its buttocks.
It had only been a day, and the two sheep, one big and one small, had been chewed up until only their skins and skeletal heads were left which were nutritious and difficult to digest. This was undoubtedly good news.
There was no communication at all. The girls who pushed the door and got out of the car pulled down the corpses one by one and threw them around casually. Then they used a rope to tie one leg of the sheep they brought high to a wooden stake.
superior.
Before the last body was pulled out of the car, the little lamb realized that something was wrong and began to wail at the top of his lungs - little did he know that this would only make the predator appear earlier!
"Let's go"
Yulia patted Asma's shoulder, hugged her and got into the cab of the truck.
Returning to the edge of the yurt, the girls re-examined the place very carefully, then removed the canvas shed of the truck bed, sprinkled a thin layer of gravel on the bed, and sprayed it with a layer of gravel.
diesel fuel.
Finally, they each took off all their clothes and threw them in. Asma picked up a disposable lighter that was taken out of Mehir's body and lit the cargo compartment on fire.
With a "whoosh" sound, the truck's cargo bed burst into flames.
Thanks to the sprayed fuel and the thin layer of sand, the fire was small enough, but burned stably and long enough.
In this special bonfire that symbolized victory, the girls put on the same clothes they had worn when they came here, and walked together into the yurt where singing was still floating.
After turning off the speaker, putting away the mobile phone placed on it, and raising the drone again as a warning, everyone gathered around the dining table filled with various delicacies and started the celebration banquet for their first victory.
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At the same time, as night fell, a black shadow pounced on a wailing lamb just like last night, and easily tore its throat open.
After a while, one after another black shadows surrounded them from all directions, biting into the fresh food that was easily available to store precious fat for the coming harsh winter.
It was late at night, and the flames on the truck bed finally went out. The girls, who had already had enough to eat, waited patiently for the temperature of the hot and blackened truck bed to cool down before climbing up and sweeping all the remaining sand and ashes into the sheepfold.
Then I fetched water and rinsed it again.
This was not over yet. The girls dug out a large enough plastic bucket and filled it with diesel. They carefully washed all the weapons they had used and even the weapons they had captured, and then placed them neatly in the bed of the truck.
superior.
After everything was done, the girls took off their dirty clothes again and threw them into the tin buckets still lit by the bonfire. Then they divided into two groups and got into a yurt. They each took a bath with the hot water prepared in advance and put on their clothes.
I brought a new set of clothes specially brought here but never worn.
At two o'clock in the night, Asma, with her hair wrapped in a towel and still smelling of shower gel, dialed the only number recorded on the satellite phone left by Culp.
While she and the girls around her were waiting patiently, the satellite phone rang twice before being hung up. After waiting for about half an hour, Culp drove the minibus into the ranch.
"Is anyone injured?" Culp asked with a smile as he opened the car door.
"No," Asma replied, "none of us were hurt."
Before she could finish her words, Yulia also pulled the naked Mehir over.
"Good job, get in the car." Culp said with a smile.
"Those weapons and..."
"Don't worry about it, someone will take care of it." Carl paused and added, "Leave Mr. Mayhill here too."
Hearing this, Asma and others were puzzled, but they still kicked Mehir to the ground and got into the minibus with the empty suitcase.
"Tell me about your battle plan and the entire process," Culp said while turning the car around.
"Our only advantage is the suddenness of priority fire"
Asuma and Yulia looked at each other and said, "In the first wave of firefights, we must kill as many opponents as possible to give us a firepower advantage, so..."
During the Q&A between Culp and the girls, the minibus slowly drove towards the airport. From time to time, Culp would also ask for information such as the place where the body was dumped, and the girls used the radio to ask questions.
If you don't understand the code words, report them out.
Less than half an hour after they left, a flatbed truck carrying a dilapidated excavator drove to the place where the body was dumped.
Amid the roar of the engine, the excavator swung its bucket to dig out a deep enough pit, and then used a push shovel to push all the torn and mutilated corpses into the pit.
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After digging into the pit, I used the crawler to crush it back and forth several times.
"The pasture here will definitely be extra lush next year."
The old man operating the excavator mumbled something vague, skillfully drove the bulldozer onto the bed of the truck, turned around and drove to the pasture not far away.
When he arrived at the gate of the ranch, an old man with a faint smell of alcohol on his body was already waiting for him.
"Long time no see, Mr. Galkin."
"Long time no see, Batur, your belly is rounder than the last time we met."
Before he could finish his words, the old guy, who smelled of alcohol, had already thrown a gold bar that was no more than the size of a thumb to the other party, "Help me take care of those weapons and off-road vehicles, and I'll take them away."
"Leave it to me," Batur said casually as he caught the gold bar.
Hearing this, the old guy who smelled slightly of alcohol kicked Mehir, who was as dirty as a mud monkey, "Hurry up and stand up, are you still going to let me give you a princess hug?"
Hearing this, Mei Xi could not help but tremble, stood up quickly and with difficulty, and followed the former obediently to the back of a shabby van and got into it.
First, a wire rope was used to secure Mehir's neck to the metal ring on the floor. Then the old guy who came to pick him up calmly took out a pair of pliers and cut off the thick wire that bound Mehir's hands.
"You should thank me. If you delay a few hours, your hands will be necrotic. By then, you will have to use your toes if you want to pick your nose."
Even though the old guy said this, he did not delay at all. He handcuffed his hands to two other iron rings on the floor, and put wooden wedges into the keyholes of the handcuffs.
"You are not Edward's people, you are the one...ah! Let go! Let go!"
Mehir didn't finish his sentence before he began to wail and plead in pain.
"I didn't give you a chance to speak."
The old guy smelling of alcohol said, and then he loosened the vise and let go of the soft meat between Mehir's ribs. "This time it's just a warning. If you are so unruly next time, I will take all the meat off of you."
Use a vise to unscrew the meat bit by bit."
After saying that, the old guy cuffed Mehir's feet with the last two handcuffs, and kindly covered him with a blanket and some grass.
After a while, he carried three more lively little lambs into the carriage, then got into the cab with satisfaction, started the shabby van and drove towards the city.
"Mehir got it"
Kazan, on the shore of Kaban Lake, in the basement of the Time Library, Apoli hung up the phone and said with a smile, "It is expected to be delivered to Kazan at noon tomorrow. Victor, what are you going to do next?"
"Let's talk about it then"
Wei Ran yawned, stood up and walked out while asking, "Are any of those girls injured?"
"No, their performance is very good." April said with satisfaction.
"That's good, how do you plan to arrange them next?" Wei Ran asked the second question.
"When they come back, the office that Greva left me will serve as their dormitory."
Apolly said with a smile, "In addition, tomorrow morning, several beautiful girls selected by Greva will also appear as employees of Baba Yaga, and then they will be packaged as heroes who defeated those American agents."
"Wouldn't it bring trouble to the safety of them and their families?" Wei Ran turned around and asked.
"Don't worry," April responded confidently, but did not explain in detail.
The old guy was so confident that Wei Ran didn't ask any more questions.
In any case, at least the 14 newly joined Hela girls will not live in his own home, which makes him very satisfied.
On the next day, the Hella girls took the earliest flight from Ulan Bator to Ulan-Ude, and then followed Karp on the train from Ulan-Ude to Irkutsk.
When they arrived at the airport and walked into the IL-76 transport plane that was about to fly to Kazan, in addition to the rich aroma of tropical fruits, there was also an almost naked person with a hood on his head huddled in the large cabin.
The old guy with the sheepskin bag——Mehir.
It was the work of who knows who genius. Not only did the old guy have an underwear made of durian shells and nylon rope on his chest, but he also had an egg helmet also made of durian shells on his crotch.
"Which bastard did this?" Culp cursed with an angry smile.
"The old guy who sent him here"
The chatty captain Dmitri spread his hands and said, "That old guy also took away several durians and jackfruits."
Culp twitched his lips and was too lazy to say anything more. He led the girls into the cabin and sat down. "Before the plane lands in Kazan, you can choose your own captain and deputy captain."
Before he finished speaking, the girls all looked at Asuma and Yulia. Their ability to complete the mission this time was almost entirely due to their plan.
When it comes to the two options of "becoming a captain" and "living longer with a more suitable person", these girls who have suffered a lot know very well which option is more realistic.
"Looks like it's you two."
Culp asked with a smile, "So who is..."
"she"
Yulia didn't wait for Culp to finish before pointing to Asma next to her and said, "She is the captain."
"Do you have any objections?" Culp looked at Asma.
Taking a deep breath, Asuma shook his head, "No."
"Then it's settled." Culp smiled and slowly put on the eye mask and earplugs.
At 9:20 in the morning, the armored commercial vehicle Suisui often rode in stopped at the entrance of Time Library.
As the heavy car door opened, girls wearing light pink Adidas three-stripe uniforms and pink Adidas sneakers, as well as pink baseball caps, pink masks and pink polarized sunglasses got out one after another.
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It was clearly stated that they were employees of the "Baba Yaga Security Company".
However, when the wind blew past the documents pinned to the chest, the red and black thorns logo on the back was still faintly revealed.
Compared with this youthful and beautiful, tacky, ugly and beautiful pink outfit, these seven little girls were born and have not graduated from high school, but they are better than the beautiful girls, and they still have weapons in their hands.
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Stun guns, tear gas spray, as well as two 23mm shotguns and a stack of body armor found in the carriage.
But without exception, the stun guns, tear gas sprays, the two large shotguns and even the body armor have all been changed to a sweet pink color, so that they don’t look like weapons, but more like COSPLAY.
props.
“Today is our first day of business at Baba Yaga!”
The little girl in the lead put her mouth into a high ponytail and put her mouth behind the loudspeaker held by another girl beside her and said, "Even for a monthly salary of 60,000 rubles, we must protect this place!"
"yes!"
The other six girls responded loudly, the enthusiasm in their tone was high enough, and the shouts were neat enough. The only small regret was that the stun gun that one of the girls was waving randomly in her hand accidentally went off, and the two belts were blown away.
The electric needle with the lead hit the light pole at the door, making a crisp sound of "duh!"
The girl who caused the trouble also nodded and bowed in a flattering manner, trying to alleviate this little embarrassment.
Before the little girl who was suspected of being the captain said anything, a nearby resident who happened to be going to the library to sit and kill some time couldn't help but sneered, but at the same time he was inevitably a little envious.
Speaking of which, ever since the library opened, he would come here to sit and kill the boring time after retirement. Naturally, he also knew clearly that the owner of this library lived next door, the one who spent time in
A historian among women.
Although it is far from being said that he likes or dislikes Chinese people, as both men, envy and even jealousy are inevitable.
"It was just a little joke"
The little girl captain snapped her fingers, "In short, from today on, our job is to protect this library and our boss!"
"yes!"
These beautiful girls, all exuding an incongruous and distasteful temperament, let out a sweet cry.
"Boss, how can we protect him?"
The little girl who accidentally broke the fire just now asked, "Are you going to search everyone who comes in? Or are you calling all the thieves around and giving them a beating?"
"Are you stupid?"
The little girl leader said angrily, "Why would the boss let an idiot like you join us?"
"Of course because I'm good-looking and have a good figure!" The hottie proudly puffed up her chest, "So we..."
"We are security personnel! Security personnel who represent justice!"
The little girl leader grabbed the tweeter and shouted almost close to the idiot's ear, "We are not punks!"
"Aren't you guys am I?"
The retired old man who was about to enter the library muttered angrily, but there was no malice in his tone.
Speaking of which, no one living nearby knows that ever since the gang using the red and black thorns logo appeared in the area, the security here has improved dramatically.
They also knew that before the historian moved here, these two houses were holy places for drug addicts and homeless people.
But nowadays, let alone thieves and drug addicts, it is difficult to find a drunkard in the streets nearby at night.
As for these pretty pink little girls...
Almost everyone who passed by this place and was familiar with it but not particularly familiar with it, when they saw those stupid little girls who were cute and very attractive in figure and appearance, they subconsciously had the same thought in their hearts.
Thought: The young history scholar who is surrounded by women must have changed his taste recently!
