Absolute Honor

Mister wanted to get up from the ground-this guy was hiding in a corner shelter from the wind, sitting beside a pile of rocks.

Unexpectedly, he found himself struggling to get up.

It turned out that the fabric of the jeans was frozen on the damp stone by low temperature.

"F...fuck..." He sucked back a string of nasal mucus that quietly drooped out of his nostrils, looked at Qin Fei with a pair of eyes that were almost dead fish, and said desperately: "I didn't think... to... I... ...I...I didn't die in...the Middle East...but I'm going to...die in...this icy and snowy...ghost place..."

After speaking, he sniffed again.

"Qin, we...have to think...find a way." Yushchenko realized that if we continue this way, let alone squat for another four hours, even if we insist on another hour, I am afraid that the three of them will become old popsicles.

"Or...we...retreat...return to the car...rest..." Mister suddenly remembered that there was heating on the Lada sedan, and when he first sat in the car, the workmanship was rough and the craftsmanship was backward. He could not help but compare this Russian-made car with the various luxury or family cars in the United States. A sense of superiority from the United States made Mister even feel that The feeling of looking down at Yushchenko.

But now he feels that the Lada sedan is simply the place of heaven. If he can return to the Lada sedan for the night, he will not change it for a Miss America champion now!

"No way... top... can't stand it... anymore..." He trembled involuntarily.

This is a natural response of the human body. When the temperature of the body drops below the normal body temperature, the brain will direct the nerves to order the muscles to shake, and obtain heat from the shake to maintain the body temperature.

If it drags on, the body temperature will continue to drop uncontrollably, and the human body will have various strange reactions. At that time, the gods are hard to save. Just like those who climbed Mount Everest and were frozen to death, people who fell into a low body temperature state will have hallucinations. Then die in a blurry fantasy, which is a very sad and strange way of death.

"I have an idea..."

As soon as Qin Fei said something, Mister shook his head like a rattle.

"No...no...I don't want to listen to...your ideas...you just...never come out...good idea..."

"Damn, listen to me... finished!" Qin Fei tried to control his lips and tongue, trying to make his pronunciation clearer, so that the other two could hear his words clearly in the cold wind of the cry.

"Instead of being here...frozen to death, it's better to...enter into the house..."

"Into...house?" Yushchenko was stunned.

Whose house are you entering?

Into the villagers?

Isn't this an international joke? Isn't that the same as sending sheep into a tiger's mouth? This is not Moscow, nor is it a big city. Just take out your fsb work permit and you can requisition someone else’s house. If you take out the fsb work permit to show your identity, it will only make you die faster.

"You are crazy..." Mister gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words.

Qin Fei pointed his finger at Hamm's house: "Enter his...house, control Hamm... and leave tomorrow..."

His meaning is as obvious as the reef exposed after the low tide. Since you have to enter sooner or later, it is better to enter now. At least you will not be frozen to death. Just be careful, and you will not make any earth-shaking noises. You can take it without knowing it. Hamm, then there must be something for heating in it, as long as you leave in front of the villagers tomorrow, nothing else is the key issue.

This idea seems very good.

Yushchenko was stunned again. After a while, he turned his head and turned his gaze to Mister, as if he wanted to see his opinion. After all, this guy had the strongest opposition just now.

The two looked at each other and immediately saw the final answer in each other's eyes.

"I agree." Yushchenko didn't seem to hesitate, and immediately agreed.

"I agree too!" Mister didn't shiver, and unexpectedly agreed readily.

In fact, it's not difficult to understand. Now let him go to the pyramid and jump into the Pharaoh's coffin and lie down for a night. This guy is willing to go anywhere more comfortable than staying in this **** sheep pen.

The three of them didn't think too much, drew out their pistols, got up and moved their hands and feet a bit, so as not to be stiff and make people lose their dexterity.

Fortunately, the three of them are physically strong after all, have not yet entered a low temperature state, and still have some physical strength.

With the help of the dark night, the three people formed a column, separated from each other by five meters, spreading back and forth, and slowly approached Hamm's house.

The lights in Hamm's room are still on, which shows that this guy hasn't slept at one o'clock in the morning.

Qin Fei and Yushchenko were on the left and right of the door, and he made a few sign language to the latter, which meant that it was best to open the lock.

Yushchenko was born as a spy. Apart from anything else, taking out an iron key from his trouser pocket is not like asking for a key. The iron hook is not something like an iron hook. He inserted it into the keyhole and began to dig it out slowly.

The voice was very weak, especially when it was covered in the cold wind.

However, time is long.

One second is longer than one hour in normal time.

Maybe it's too cold, Yushchenko's hands are no longer flexible under normal circumstances, and the keyhole has not made a slight sound of the unlocking metal reed for a long time.

Qin Fei felt that he had been in the cold wind for nearly a day, and finally heard that exciting and expectant voice.

Click——

With a smile on Yushchenko's face, he nodded at Qin Fei excitedly, and reached out his hand to grab the doorknob.

Qin Fei held the pistol in both hands, leaned against his chest, and made the preparatory action for cqb to enter.

Yushchenko grabbed the doorknob and pushed it slightly.

The door opened.

Qin Fei and Misite leaped into the room lightly one after another, controlling all the corners of the room one by one.

Yushchenko was the last one to enter. The three turned on tactical flashlights in the dark. Although there were lights in the house, not every room had lights, and the living room was dim.

There was no screaming, no resistance, the house was quiet, and the only pleasant thing was that the wood was burning in the old-fashioned stone fireplace, the whole room was warm, and the outside world was a heaven and a hell.

Yushchenko regained his senses, took the door lightly and locked it.

He gave Qin Fei a wink and pointed to the room on the side where Qin Fei was.

And he himself pointed to another room on his side.

The meaning is clear~www.NovelMTL.com~ Hamm's house has three parallel stone houses, and now the three people have entered only the middle living room, and the left and right houses have not been searched yet.

Qin Fei nodded, indicating that he understood.

He held the pistol and slowly approached the door of the room on his side.

As soon as I arrived at the door, I smelled a strong smell of inferior alcohol and a pungent delicacy, which was actually mixed with the smell of roast lamb.

Such a complicated taste made Qin Fei frown.

He stretched out his head cautiously, took a quick look inside, and then retracted.

At a glance, the general situation has been clearly seen.

Inside is obviously a kitchen and dining room, because a rectangular wooden table is covered with dirty and blackened white tablecloths, and overhead is a small wattage lighter, shaking slightly, under the light, a Mediterranean hair The man is wearing an old autumn clothes, half of his body is lying on the table, his left hand is under his face, his right hand is on the front, and he is holding an empty wine bottle in his hand.

Ascending the dining table, two empty wine bottles lie all over the place, and beside the wine bottles is a basin of mutton that has been cooled and somewhat oily.

"What? Have you found it?"

Yushchenko, who had searched another room, came behind Qin Fei and asked softly.

Qin Fei pointed to the man lying on the table.

"This is Hamm?"

"Yeah, that's right." Yushchenko nodded, his tone full of contempt and disgust: "You can remember the hair of this drunkard at a glance. The doctrines of the villagers here are forbidden, if it weren't for Ham and Bath. Keef’s relationship is relatively good, I'm afraid the people here would have burned him to death."

"What should I do now?" Qin Fei pointed to Hamm and asked Yushchenko sideways: "It looks like this, it seems that I won't wake up for a while."

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