Absolute Honor

Yushchenko drew the curtains, walked to Hamm, took a look at the snoring drunkard, turned around and said to Qin Fei: "Let's search, and find out if the bag is still there."

"No need to search." Mister's voice appeared at the door.

The two turned their heads and saw that he was carrying a heavy green military rucksack in his hand.

Mister patted his rucksack with his hand: "Here it is."

"Before checking things, let's deal with this guy first." Qin Fei pointed at Hamm who was lying on the table.

Because no one is sure when this guy will wake up from alcohol, it is certainly not appropriate to leave him here like this.

Yushchenko found a nylon rope, and together with Qin Fei, he tied the drunkard Hamm to the chair, and found a torn sock to plug his mouth and tightened it with the rope.

"Will this suffocate him?" Mister looked a little worried.

"I'll check it out for a while. I'll tie it up for safety." Yushchenko finished speaking and couldn't help but glance at Hamm, who was upturned. ."

"So, people in the intelligence agency are not allowed to drink?" Qin Fei smiled, "Why do I think that all of you are good for intelligence."

"Yes, we are going to receive alcohol tolerance training, but if we can drink, it doesn't mean that we like to drink. We drink for a purpose. Drinking and abusive drinking are two different things." Yushchenko spread his hands and turned to Mister: " Take what you find and take a look."

Mister put the backpack on the table, the backpack made a dull noise, and the weight of the contents was not light.

Unbuttoning the button, Mister glanced inside, his eyes lit up suddenly.

"Wow! It really is a beautiful knife!"

He turned the backpack over and put it on the table, and a lot of bundles of dollars fell out.

Looking at Qin Fei and Yushchenko, Mister flattened his mouth and shrugged: "There is at least one million dollars in here, my God, where did they find so much cash?"

"There are underground money laundering banks in any country in the world. Don't tell me that you don't have it in the United States." Yushchenko picked up a bundle of dollar bills, flipped through it in his hand, and took out another one and looked at the light. He touched it carefully with his hand again, and then flicked it by his ear.

"It's genuine, not counterfeit money."

"What do we do now?" Mistor said, "This money must be the cooperation money paid by the Quds Army or Black Sun to Baskif. If we take it away..."

As he spoke, this guy had a sly smile on his face, like a kid who is about to succeed in a prank.

"You said that Baskif knows that one million dollars has been lost, how would it feel?"

One million dollars in cash is too important for an illegal armed leader hiding in the mountainous area under high pressure. Especially this kind of hard currency in US dollars is popular everywhere, even when dealing with arms dealers. I am also happy to accept this kind of cash that cannot be traced.

"When you leave early in the morning, take it with you." Qin Fei said without even thinking: "I really want to see Fan Tianlong's expression when he hears this news."

"Dude, it's boring for you to think so." Mister said: "Fan Tianlong is not someone who is short of this million dollars."

Qin Fei also thought about it. In fact, in his heart, he always wanted to draw Fan Tianlong out for the final battle, but it was a pity that Fan Tianlong seemed to be extremely cautious and never showed up.

Since establishing the X mercenary group in Africa, he has fought against Fan Tianlong's Black Sun organization many times, but every time he didn't really see himself, they were some of his capable officers.

Now I think about it, two of Fan Tianlong's four capable officers have been killed by himself, Qinglong died in Comoro, and Baihu died in Mexico.

There are also Suzaku and Xuanwu, the two have yet to show up.

Do you really have to wait for all the subordinates to die before the big boss will appear gorgeously?

Thinking of this, Qin Fei couldn't help thinking, damn, is this **** Fan Tianlong a coward? If he could meet him face to face, he would have ridiculed him severely.

He longed for the final duel between the two. Only when this duel was completed would everything be considered to have an end, and his father would return.

Thinking of his father Qin Anguo, Qin Fei was a little worried.

Last time to save himself, he used the intelligence network carefully cultivated inside the Black Sun organization. The consequence of that warning was that Fan Tianlong noticed this intelligence network lurking around him, although many people were caught by the 3rd team and ghosts. The team picked up, but Qin Anguo never came back.

Although Qin Fei is not clear about the reason, it is not difficult to guess.

As the person with the most complicated relationship with Fan Tianlong, Qin Anguo was closely monitored and offended, and he could not escape at all. For Fan Tianlong, his feelings for Qin Anguo are also complicated. On the one hand, he highly respects Qin Anguo, who is his military enlightenment. On the other hand, he hates Qin Anguo because his wife is dead. In the hands of Unit 203 led by Qin Anguo.

This kind of love and hatred mentality has long caused Fan Tianlong's strange behavior-he hoped that Qin Anguo could live well under his control, and then watched how he dealt with Unit 203.

He felt that the more he succeeded, the more painful Qin Anguo would be.

It would be the most painful to watch the people I brought out to take a hostile path and slaughter the members of the troops I built by myself.

"It's great here." Mistral sat down on the stool, the warm air in the room finally let his body through the dangerous low temperature period.

"Compared with the broken sheep pen, this place is simply heaven." He sniffed, and added: "It's just that this heaven is a bit smelly."

After all, he glanced at the food on the table.

"mutton!"

His eyes lit up.

"Not bad!" Mister picked up a piece and threw it into his mouth to chew, then praised: "Yes, it's delicious, at least you don't need to be hungry."

Looking up at Qin Fei and Yushchenko, the unrelenting fellow greeted, "Why are you still standing? I found everything. Sit down and eat something. We stayed hungry all night, you guys. Are you not hungry?"

When Mister said, Qin Fei's stomach groaned in despair.

Today's tracking task is temporary. No one thought that an ordinary tracking task would be delayed for such a long time.

Misted took the unfinished bottle on the table without any hesitation, took a sip against his mouth, and frowned.

Obviously the alcohol is very high and strong.

"This wine is like sulfuric acid!" He exhaled a few times and asked Yushchenko: "Is this vodka?"

"That's right, but the mountain people here rarely make wine due to doctrinal reasons. I guess this wine is made by Hamm himself from potatoes, which is a kind of vodka." Yushchenko said.

"It's better than nothing. Drinking this wine will make your body warmer." Mister looked at the bottle and suddenly said, "By the way, do we take turns on duty, and the big guys take turns to take a break? Early in the morning. , In case of a fight, we have to be a little energetic."

Mister really is a veteran who has experienced many battles, because a veteran can sleep every minute and every second to replenish his energy anywhere.

Yushchenko expressed satisfaction with Mist’s arrangements ~www.NovelMTL.com~ At that time, there should be a few people among the mountain people who have woken up. They are going to get up and prepare for grazing, so there should be someone who will see us. This is also the best time. People must see us, but not too many people. arrive."

"Well, your last class, my earliest class, Qin is the middle class." Mister said.

Qin Fei was indeed tired and hungry. Of course, he had no objection to this. He sat down, ate a few mouthfuls of lamb, drank a sip of wine, then tightened his clothes, returned to the sofa in the living room, and lay down with his clothes.

Within ten seconds of closing his eyes, Qin Fei immediately went into a hazy state in a daze.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Qin Fei's eyes suddenly opened, his nerves tensed, he drew his pistol and leaped quickly, pressed it against the door, and then made a few gestures towards the two people in the dining room, indicating that there was someone outside.

Yushchenko and Mister also touched it out slowly, their feet lighter than a cat.

Tuk tuk ——

The knock on the door seemed a little impatient, and then an old voice rang outside the door.

"Hamm! Open the door! I'm Ayl! Open the door!"

Mistor's expression was painful, and the most lip-synched.

Qin Fei could see that he was cursing his mother, why did someone come to the door after cursing so late.

That's right, in such a small mountain village, no one will come to the door in the early morning when the snow is full. This is simply incredible.

Open or not open the door?

Everyone hesitated.

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