Chapter 1219

Mister wanted to get out of the ground - the guy hid in the corner and sat next to a pile of stones.

Unexpectedly, he found it hard to get up.

It turned out that the cloth surface of jeans was frozen on wet stones at a low temperature.

"F... fuck..." he sniffed back a string of snot that quietly hung out of his nostrils, looked at Qin Fei with eyes similar to dead fish, and said in despair: "I didn't expect... To... I... I... Didn't die in... The Middle East... But... To... Die in... This... Ghost place of... Ice and snow..."

Then he snorted again.

"Qin, we... Have to find a way." Yushchenko realized that if it went on like this, let alone squatting for another four hours, even if it lasted another hour, I'm afraid the three would become old popsicles.

"Why don't... Let's... Withdraw... Get back to the car... Rest..." Mister suddenly remembered that the LADA car had heating. When he first sat in the LADA car with rough workmanship and backward technology, he couldn't help comparing the Russian made car with various luxury or family cars in USA, A sense of superiority from the United States made Mister even feel that he looked down on Yushchenko.

But now he thinks that the LADA car is heaven. If he can go back to the LADA car for the night, he won't change it for a Miss America champion here!

"No... I can't hold... I can't hold..." he trembled involuntarily.

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

If you drag on, the body temperature will continue to drop uncontrollably, and the human body will have all kinds of strange reactions. At that time, it is difficult to save the gods. Like those who climb Mount Everest and freeze to death, people who fall into hypothermia will have hallucinations, and then die in blurred illusions. That is a very sad and strange way to die.

"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 idea... You... Haven't come up with... Good idea..."

"Shit, listen to me... Finish!" Qin Fei tried to control his lips and tongue, trying to make his pronunciation clear, so that the other two could hear his words clearly in the cold wind.

"Rather than freeze to death here... Go inside..."

"Into the... House?" Yushchenko was stunned.

Into whose house?

Into the villagers?

Isn't this an international joke? Isn't that equivalent to sending sheep into the mouth of a tiger? This is neither Moscow nor a big city. You can take out the FSB's work card and shake it to expropriate other people's houses. If you take out the FSB's work card to clarify your identity, you will only die faster.

"You're crazy..." Mister clenched his teeth and squeezed out these words.

Qin Fei stretched out his finger and pointed to Ham's house: "enter his... House, control ham... And go tomorrow..."

His meaning is as obvious as the reefs exposed after the ebb tide. Since he has to enter sooner or later, it's better to go in now. At least he won't be frozen to death. As long as he is careful, he won't make any earth shaking noise and can unknowingly take ham, there must be something to warm up. As long as he leaves in front of the villagers tomorrow, nothing else is the key problem.

That seems like a good idea.

Yushchenko was stunned again. A moment later, he turned his head and looked at mister. He seemed to want 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 from each other's eyes.

"I agree." Yushchenko agreed immediately without hesitation.

"I agree too!" Meester agreed unexpectedly without trembling.

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

The three did not think much. They took out their pistols and got up to move their hands and feet, so as not to be stiff and make people lose flexibility.

Fortunately, the three are strong after all. They haven't entered the low temperature state yet, and they still have some physical strength.

With the help of the dark night, the three formed a column, five meters apart, scattered back and forth, and slowly approached Ham's house.

The light in Ham's room is still on, which shows that the guy hasn't slept at 1 a.m.

Qin Fei and you Xianke were on the left and right of the door. He made some sign language to the latter, which meant it was better to unlock the lock.

Yushchenko was born as a spy. Without a word, he took out an iron key from his trouser pocket. It was not like asking for a key. The iron hook was not an iron hook. He put it into the keyhole and began to take it out slowly.

The sound was faint, especially in the cold wind.

However, the time is long.

A second is longer than an hour of normal time.

Perhaps it was too cold, Yushchenko's hand was not flexible under normal circumstances, and the keyhole did not make a slight sound of the metal reed of unlocking.

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

Click——

Yushchenko smiled, nodded excitedly to Qin Fei, reached out and grabbed the doorknob.

Qin Fei held the pistol in his hands, leaned in front of his chest and made the preparatory action of preparing to break in in CQB.

Yushchenko grabbed the doorknob and pushed it gently.

The door opened.

Qin Fei and Mister jumped into the room one by one, controlling all corners of the whole room from left to right.

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

There was no screaming or resistance. The house was quiet. The only happy thing was that in the old stone fireplace, the wood was burning, and the whole room was warm. It was a heaven and a hell with the outside world.

Yushchenko regained consciousness, gently took the door and locked it.

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

And he himself pointed to the other room at his end.

The meaning is very clear. There are three parallel stone houses in Ham's house. Now the three people just burst into the middle living room, and the left and right houses have not been searched yet.

Qin Fei nodded to show that he understood.

With a pistol in his hand, he slowly approached the door of the room on his side.

As soon as I got to the door, I smelled a strong smell of inferior alcohol and a pungent taste, which was mixed with the smell of roast mutton.

Such a complex taste made Qin Fei frown.

He carefully extended his head, looked inside quickly, and then retracted.

At a glance, we have seen the general situation.

It was obviously a kitchen and restaurant, because a rectangular wooden table was covered with a dirty and blackened white tablecloth, and a light with a small number of Watts was shaking slightly. Under the light, a man with Mediterranean hair was wearing an old autumn coat, half of his body fell on the table, his left hand under his face and his right hand, He also grabbed an empty wine bottle in his hand.

On the table, there were two empty wine bottles lying in all directions, and next to the wine bottle was a basin of mutton that had cooled off and had some oil.

"What? I found something?"

After searching another room, Yushchenko came behind Qin Fei and asked softly.

Qin Fei pointed to the man lying on the table.

"This is ham?"

"Well, that's right." Yushchenko nodded, his tone full of contempt and disgust: "you can remember at a glance the drunkard's hair that the villagers here believe in the doctrine of prohibition of alcohol. If ham and baskiev hadn't had a better relationship, I'm afraid the people here would have burned him to death."

"What should we do now?" Qin Fei pointed to ham and asked Yushchenko, "it seems that he won't wake up for some time."