Yushchenko closed the curtains, walked up to Ham, glanced at the snoring drunkard, and turned back to Qin Fei and said, "Let's search to see if the package is still there."
"No need to search." Mist's voice appeared at the door.
The two of them turned around and saw that he was holding a heavy-looking green military backpack in his hand.
Mist patted the backpack with his hand: "Here it is."
"Before checking things, let's deal with this guy first." Qin Fei pointed to Ham lying on the table.
Since no one is sure when this guy will wake up, it is certainly not appropriate to leave him here like this.
Yushchenko found a nylon rope, and together with Qin Fei, tied the drunkard Hamm to a chair. He also found a torn sock to stuff his mouth, and tightened it with the rope.
"Will this suffocate him to death?" Mist looked a little worried.
"Check it after a while, it's safe to tie it up." After Yushchenko finished speaking, he couldn't help but glance at Ham, who was looking up to the sky, "So, never ask a drunkard to do things for you, he will definitely cheat you.
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"So, people in the intelligence agency are not allowed to drink?" Qin Fei smiled, "Why do I think all of you who work in intelligence are good drinkers?"
"Yes, we need to receive alcohol tolerance training, but just because we can drink doesn't mean we like to drink. We drink for a purpose. Being able to drink and drinking excessively are two different things." Yushchenko spread his hands and turned to Mist: "
Take what you find and look at it."
Mist placed the backpack on the table. The backpack made a dull sound, and the contents inside were heavy.
After unbuttoning the button, Mist took a look inside, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
"Wow! It's indeed a beautiful sword!"
He turned his backpack over and dumped it on the table. Bundles of dollars fell out.
Looking at Qin Fei and Yushchenko, Mist flattened his mouth and shrugged: "There is at least one million US dollars here. My God, where did they find so much cash?"
"There are underground money laundering banks in every country in the world. Don't tell me you don't have them in the United States." Yushchenko picked up a bundle of U.S. bills, turned them over in his hand, took out another one and looked at the light.
He touched it carefully with his hand, then put it to his ear and flicked it.
"It's genuine, not counterfeit money."
"What should we do now?" Mist said: "These money must be cooperation payments paid by the Holy City Army or Black Sun to Basiev. If we take it away..."
As he spoke, this guy had a sly smile on his face, like a child about to succeed in his prank.
"How would Basiev feel if he knew that one million dollars was wasted?"
One million U.S. dollars in cash is too important to an illegal armed leader hiding in a mountainous area under high pressure. Especially this kind of hard currency in U.S. dollars is welcome everywhere, even when trading with arms dealers.
We are also happy to accept untraceable cash.
"Bring it with you when you leave early in the morning." Qin Fei said without thinking: "I really want to see Fan Tianlong's expression when he heard the news."
"Brother, it's pointless for you to think so." Mist said: "Fan Tianlong is not someone who lacks this million US dollars."
Qin Fei thought about it. In fact, in his heart, he always wanted to lure Fan Tianlong out for the final decisive battle, but it was a pity that Fan Tianlong seemed to be extremely cautious and never showed up at all.
Since he established the X Mercenary Group in Africa, he has fought against Fan Tianlong's Black Sun Organization many times, but each time he never really saw him, but only some of his capable men.
Now that I think about it, two of Fan Tianlong's four capable generals have been killed by him. Qinglong died in Comoro, while Baihu died in Mexico.
There are also Suzaku and Xuanwu, these two have not yet appeared.
Do we really have to wait until all his subordinates are dead before the big boss will make a grand appearance?
Thinking of this, Qin Fei couldn't help but think, damn, is this damn Fan Tianlong a coward? If he could see him face to face, he would definitely ridicule him severely.
He longs for the final showdown between the two. Only by completing this showdown will everything come to an end and his father will return.
Thinking of his father Qin Anguo, Qin Fei was a little worried.
In order to save himself last time, he used the intelligence network carefully cultivated within the Black Sun organization. The consequence of that warning was that Fan Tianlong became aware of this intelligence network lurking around him. Although many people were trapped by the squad and the ghost team,
The detachment picked him up, but Qin Anguo never came back.
Although Qin Fei didn't know the reason, it was not difficult to guess.
As the person with the most complicated relationship with Fan Tianlong, Qin Anguo was closely monitored and he could not escape at all. For Fan Tianlong, his feelings for Qin Anguo were also complicated. On the one hand, he respected Qin Anguo extremely.
He was a military enlightener, but on the other hand, he hated Qin Anguo because his wife died at the hands of the 0 troops led by Qin Anguo.
This kind of love-hate mentality has long led to Fan Tianlong's strange behavior - he hopes that Qin Anguo can live well under his control, and then watch how he deals with the 0 troops.
He felt that the more times he succeeded, the more painful it would be for Qin Anguo.
It would be the most painful to watch the people you brought out take the hostile road and massacre the members of the army you built.
"It's great here." Mistra crossed the stool and sat down. The warm air in the room finally helped his body survive the dangerously low temperature period.
"Compared to that broken sheepfold, this place is simply paradise." He sniffed and added: "It's just that this paradise is a bit smelly."
After that, he took a look at the food on the table.
"mutton!"
His eyes lit up.
"Not bad!" Mist said nothing, picked up a piece and threw it into his mouth, chewed it, and then praised: "Not bad, it's delicious. At least you don't have to be hungry."
Looking up at Qin Fei and Yushchenko, this generous guy greeted: "Why are you still standing? I have found everything. Let's sit down and have something to eat. We have been hungry all night. You guys
Aren’t you even hungry?”
When Mist said this, Qin Fei's stomach growled unsatisfactorily.
Today's tracking task is temporary. No one thought that an ordinary tracking task would be delayed for such a long time.
Mist took the unfinished bottle of wine from the table without hesitation, took a sip against his own mouth, and then frowned.
Obviously the alcohol content was very high and very strong.
"This wine is like sulfuric acid!" He took a few breaths and asked Yushchenko: "Is this vodka?"
"That's right, but the mountain people here seldom make wine due to religious reasons. I guess this wine was made by Ham himself from potatoes, and it can be regarded as a kind of vodka." Yushchenko said.
"It's better than nothing. If you drink this wine, your body will be much warmer." Mist looked at the wine bottle and suddenly said: "By the way, do we take turns on duty, and everyone takes turns to take a rest? In the early morning
, in case of a fight, we have to have some energy."
Mister is indeed a veteran who has experienced hundreds of battles, because veterans can seize every minute and every second to sleep and replenish their physical strength anywhere.
Regarding Mist's arrangement, Yushchenko expressed satisfaction: "Okay, now is the highlight. It will be five o'clock in three hours. We started to leave at around 5:30 in the morning at dawn. At that time, there should be some people among the mountain residents.
Some people have already woken up, and they are getting up to prepare for grazing, so someone should see us. This is also the best time. People must see us, but not too many people can see us."
"Okay, you'll be in the last shift, I'll be in the earliest shift, and Qin will be in the middle shift." Mist said.
Qin Fei was indeed tired and hungry, and of course he had no objection to this. He sat down, ate a few mouthfuls of mutton, drank a sip of wine, then tightened his clothes, returned to the sofa in the living room, and lay down in his clothes.
Within ten seconds of closing his eyes, Qin Fei immediately fell into a hazy state.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door: "Duk duk duk -".
Qin Fei's eyes suddenly opened, and his nerves tensed up. He drew his pistol and jumped up quickly, sticking it to the door. Then he made a few gestures to the two people in the restaurant to indicate that there was someone outside.
Yushchenko and Mist also slowly found their way out, their steps lighter than cats.
Tuk-tuk-tuk——
The knock on the door seemed a little impatient, and then, an old voice sounded outside the door.
"Ham! Open the door! I am Aiel! Open the door!"
Mist looked like he was in pain and mouthed a few words.
Qin Fei could tell that he was scolding his mother and why someone came to the door so late.
Yes, in this small mountain village, no one would come to your door in the early morning when the snow is falling. This is simply unbelievable.