At this moment, everyone is weighing the consequences of opening the door or not.
Hamm is a drunkard, and everyone in the village knows this.
Therefore, since it was someone from the village who was knocking on the door, they would certainly know that Ham would be drunk at night, and generally speaking, it was normal to open the door without waking up.
This is why Qin Fei didn't open the door immediately.
And Mist and Yushchenko probably think so too.
The three of them seemed to have a great tacit understanding. None of them opened the door immediately, but stood quietly behind the door and listened.
The danger of letting one person in does not lie in whether he can subdue the opponent. It is not difficult for an FSB spy and two top special forces members to defeat an old man in a surprise situation.
The trouble is, once you subdue the Aiel outside the door, what to do with him next?
The best way is to tie him up and treat him as a fellow sufferer with Ham.
However, no one can guarantee one thing, that is, whether Aiel's family will find that their family members are missing. Maybe Aiel informed them of where he was going before going out.
As a result, things become complicated.
There are still three and a half hours, and no one can guarantee whether something will happen.
Before in the sheepfold, the three of them felt like they were freezing, but now, beads of sweat oozed from everyone's foreheads.
Not only because of the high indoor temperature, but also because things have once again fallen into an unpredictable abyss.
Fortunately, after knocking on the door for a while, Ail lost his patience outside the door. He may know Ham's living habits, so he muttered a few words to himself, seeming to complain that the weather was too cold.
If it's cold, the other party won't be able to stay for long.
Qin Fei secretly prayed in his heart that this old guy would leave quickly.
Finally, he heard the sound of moving footsteps, and Ail seemed to decide to leave.
The three of them secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Snap——
Suddenly there was a loud sound of objects falling to the ground in the restaurant, and something fell heavily to the ground.
Everyone turned around suddenly and found that Ham was awake!
Farke!
This drunkard who had already drank two bottles of local vodka was snoring loudly just now, and now he is awake!
Not only did he wake up, he also struggled to move the chair, causing it to fall to the ground with him.
He was staring at the three people ambushing beside the door with a pair of frightened eyes. He seemed to understand what happened to him, so he twisted his body like a maggot, trying to make a louder voice to tell the people outside the door that he had been attacked.
Kidnapped.
If it weren't for the torn socks stuffed in his mouth and tied with a rope, he would have vomited out the smelly socks and screamed like a pig stabbed in the neck, making the loudest sound possible for people to come and help!
Mist bared her teeth, frowned, and carefully moved back to the restaurant. She put the muzzle of the gun with a silencer on Ham's left temple, raised her index finger to her lips, and made a silent gesture.
action.
"Shh-"
The sound of Ham's fall was loud. Even on a snowy night, even through the door panel, it still attracted Ail, who had just turned around and not taken two steps, back to the door.
"Ham! Is that you?! You idiot! A drunkard! Are you drunk again!? I have an emergency with you! Open the door!"
A series of urgings made everyone's hearts hang up again.
Guns are a good thing, at least they can give people a sense of fear.
If Hamm had been given a little more time to think, maybe he would have chosen to ignore Mist's muzzle and continue to struggle and shout. However, he was still a normal person, and a normal person was hit by a black and cold muzzle.
When the gunman hits his temple, the psychological pressure he endures is unimaginable, and he will subconsciously do what the gunman says.
That's what Hamm is like.
He finally calmed down, and there was infinite fear and pleading in his small eyes, as if he was begging Mist to show mercy.
Ail outside the door seemed to have lost his patience again.
The low temperature always makes people feel like standing in an open place in the middle of winter and enduring the biting cold wind.
After knocking on the door twice, he gave up the idea of entering the house again and left cursing.
When Ail walked away, Qin Fei felt that his underwear was soaked with sweat from his back.
"Damn, I was almost scared to death!" Mist also slumped down and sat next to Ham. Then he looked at the fat man with funny Mediterranean hair lying on the ground like an animal. He couldn't help but use the butt of his gun.
The handle gently knocked on his bare forehead: "If you dare to act recklessly again, I will kill you with one shot!"
Ham suddenly regretted it.
The reason why he regretted it was because he realized that he should have just called for help regardless.
The reason is very simple. The people who sneaked into his house are obviously here for the US dollars. No matter who they are, they will eventually kill him, but Basiev will definitely be difficult to deal with.
According to his understanding of Basiev, if the money is lost, he will send a firing squad to find him as soon as possible, and then use torture without mercy to make him confess everything.
Even if he told what happened exactly as it was, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to survive. Not to mention that Basiev was inherently suspicious and would eliminate anyone with stains and suspicions. Just saying that a bag of U.S. dollars was lost would make him feel guilty.
I couldn’t eat and walked around.
It's too late.
Opportunities must not be lost and never come again.
Ail has left, and everything is back on track.
With a sad face, he buried his head on the ground and began to sob.
After this fright, the three of them were completely sleepless. They were all sitting in the restaurant, watching over Ham, who might have an accident at any time.
The sky is getting brighter little by little.
Qin Fei's watch vibrated, and the alarm clock reminded that the most critical moment had arrived.
"Brothers, the time has come..."
He glanced at the tired Mist and Yushchenko, "It's time for us to perform on stage."
Yushchenko stood up, silently walked to the nearby sink, took a ladle of cold water from the water tank, and washed his face.
"I'm ready," he said.
Qin Fei and Mist also went to the sink and washed their faces in the same way.
The cold water can make people enter the state quickly. In the following time, no mistakes are allowed. As long as the situation is not right, the three people can choose to quickly escape and leave this damn village as quickly as possible.
Walking to the bedside, Qin Fei opened a corner of the curtain and looked out. At five o'clock, the sky was still dark.
The three of them stayed in the room for half an hour and ate some of the leftover mutton from last night. Finally, there was a little visibility.
"Let's go! The time has come to test our courage." Yushchenko picked up the backpack containing one million US dollars and was the first to stand at the door. (To be continued)