In the early morning, the mountains of the North Caucasus are as quiet as usual. The snow has stopped, and the surrounding white snow is a bit of a lie.
The black mountains and white snow are desolate and slightly rough, just like this land and the people on this land.
Three people walked from the largest dirt road out of the village. Their leather boots made a subtle crunching sound on the thick snow, which was so harsh in this quiet scene.
"I said..."
Mist peeked around like a thief, his eyes turning as fast as Russian roulette.
"Can we run out? I think I am a relatively fast runner. Back then..."
"Do you think it would be more eye-catching for the three of us to rush around the village early in the morning, or would it be safer to walk slowly?" Qin Fei tried to lower his voice as much as possible. He was worried that his English conversation would attract unnecessary attention.
You know, Ingush is spoken here, not to mention English, and even Russian is rare.
"Can you fucking be quiet, go on your way, and don't come up with bad ideas?"
"Shut up!" Yushchenko finally interrupted the conversation between the two, "In front on the right, thirty meters away, there is a person..."
Qin Fei raised his eyelids and quickly glanced in the direction Yushchenko said.
Yes, there was indeed an old man wearing a sheepskin coat, a white beard, and a black round hat, clearing snow in his yard.
The sound of rustling snow makes people's blood rush.
Qin Fei subconsciously touched his fake beard.
The most important thing now is not to show off on the outside. Once you show off, you will be a target.
Although this village is almost isolated from the world, it is very easy for every villager to recognize an outsider who is not in their own village. Just one glance is enough.
However, at least it won't make people feel that foreigners suddenly appeared in this village.
Foreigner?
Qin Fei found it funny when he thought about it. When he was in China, he always liked to call foreigners foreigners, but now he has become a foreigner here.
Fortunately, the beard is still there.
Qin Fei breathed a sigh of relief. FSB's makeup artists were still very good. If his beard suddenly fell off at this critical moment, it would be a weird and dangerous thing.
"He's staring at us..." Mist couldn't help but whisper, "We've been discovered..."
"Speak less and no one will treat you as a mute..." Qin Fei really wanted to find a needle and a roll of thread right now to sew the big stallion's mouth shut.
It's windy in the mountains.
The cold wind blew across my face, like a knife gently scratching my face. There was a stinging sensation, accompanied by a slight numbness.
Qin Fei felt that his face must be numb now, but it was definitely not frozen, but caused by nervousness.
No one can really not be nervous.
To say I'm not nervous is to brag.
Now the three of them were walking on the edge of a knife, with bottomless abyss and sea of fire on both sides. If they fell, they would die.
Although death is not that terrible, dying here, at the hands of villagers, would be so unjust!
The sound of clearing snow stopped.
The old man with a gray beard frowned and looked at the three weird guys walking along the village road with a strange and surprised look - all three of them were wearing jeans and down jackets. In this village, most people
Everyone here wears jackets, and down jackets are considered fashionable here.
What's more, what surprised the old man the most was that these three people were not from the village. He had lived here all his life and had never seen these three guys. He had never even heard of anyone having such three relatives.
Qin Fei, Yushchenko, and Mist walked past the old man without even looking at him.
Not seeing any excessive reaction from the old man, Qin Fei secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
But things are far from over.
Just before Qin Fei could catch his breath, a donkey cart came towards him, filled with fodder.
A fat woman with a headscarf covering her hair sat on the frame of the donkey cart, skillfully beating the beast's butt with a rope to make it go faster.
This fat woman is probably only in her early thirties, so she is not too old.
Three handsome-looking men walked by in front of her, and her eyes were naturally attracted to them.
"Which family are you from?"
She smiled and said hello in Ingush.
A layer of cold sweat immediately broke out on Qin Fei's forehead.
I didn't understand what the hell this woman was talking about at all.
He couldn't ask Yushchenko, so he could only look up at the fat woman, then smiled with an idiotic expression, nodded towards the fat woman, and mumbled "um" in his mouth, which was regarded as a slap.
Passed the greeting.
"Which family do you belong to? Do you want me to take you out? The snow is very thick and it is difficult to walk!"
The fat woman reined in the donkey and stopped it on the road, eager to be a good person for once.
No wonder, in this mountainous area, the younger men are either drunkards or have become illegally armed soldiers. The better-looking ones have already left the city to make a living, and the rest are middle-aged uncles like Ham.
Most of them are teenagers and underage, so there really isn’t much chance of seeing a few men who are pleasing to the eye.
Fat women know how to seize opportunities.
"Thank you. We are relatives of the Ham family. We just came here last night. Now we have to go back to the city in an emergency. Our car is outside and we don't need your help."
Qin Fei was shocked when he suddenly remembered that this guy was an agent stationed in the Caucasus. He probably learned Ingush in school. Otherwise, how could he access some of the original information here?
His racing heart finally calmed down a little.
The fat woman seemed to be disappointed with the game and returned to her donkey cart.
One wave has not subsided, and another wave has arisen.
Before Qin Fei could breathe a sigh of relief, three middle-aged men carrying farm tools suddenly came towards him, talking and laughing as they walked towards him.
Ham's house is in a remote area at the very end of the village, so walking from his house to the entrance of the village is equivalent to passing through the entire village.
The three middle-aged men seemed to have noticed Qin Fei and others walking towards them. They were talking and laughing, but suddenly they became quiet and their pace slowed down.
Qin Fei and the other three could only bite the bullet and move forward despite those extremely doubtful eyes.
In a short distance of more than 20 meters, Qin Fei felt as if he had walked more than 20 kilometers.
They finally passed the middle-aged man and walked more than ten meters.
It's safe...
Qin Fei glanced around and didn't seem to see anyone in front of him.
The old man clearing the snow came out of his yard and suddenly shouted towards the middle-aged man and the fat woman sitting on the donkey cart: "Those three! They seem to be soldiers!"
The old man's words certainly didn't mean anything to Qin Fei and Mist, because they couldn't understand them.
However, Yushchenko's heart exploded because he could understand Ingush.
"run!"
"What!?" Mist said in confusion: "Didn't you say don't run away?"
"They saw through us!" After Yushchenko said this, he suddenly pulled out his pistol and immediately leaned towards the nearby wall.
If a gunfight breaks out, the courtyard wall is the ideal hiding place.
Qin Fei and Mist didn't even think about it. There was only one voice in their hearts that echoed like a bell--