Chapter 1220

Yushchenko drew the curtains, went to ham, took a look at the snoring drunkard, turned back and said to Qin Fei, "let's search and find out if the bag is still there."

"Don't search." Mister's voice appeared at the door.

They looked back and saw a heavy green military backpack in his hand.

Mister patted his backpack with his hand: "here it is."

"Before checking things, let's deal with this guy first." Qin Fei pointed to ham lying on the table.

Because no one is sure when this guy will wake up, it's certainly inappropriate to leave him here.

Yushchenko found a nylon rope and tied the drunkard ham to the chair with Qin Fei. He found a broken sock to plug his mouth and tightened it with the rope.

"Will this suffocate him?" Mister looked worried.

"Check it after a while. It's still safe to tie it up." Yushchenko said and couldn't help looking up at ham. "So, don't ask an alcoholic to do things for you. You'll be hurt."

"So, people in the intelligence agency are not allowed to drink?" Qin Fei smiled. "How do I think you guys who engage in intelligence can drink very much."

"Yes, we want to receive alcohol tolerance training, but we can drink doesn't mean we like to drink. We drink for a purpose. Being able to drink and excessive drinking are two different things." Yushchenko stalled and turned to Mister: "take what you found up and have a look."

Mister put the backpack on the table. The backpack made a dull noise. The weight of the things in it was not light.

Unbutton, Mister looked inside and his eyes lit up.

"Wow! It's really a beautiful knife!"

He turned his backpack over and poured it on the table, splashing out bundles of dollars.

Looking at Qin Fei and Yushchenko, Mister flattened his mouth, shrugged and said, "there are at least one million dollars here. My God, where did they find so much cash?"

"There are money laundering underground banks in any country in the world. Don't tell me whether you have them in America." Yushchenko picked up a bundle of US dollars, turned it in his hand, took out another one, looked at the light, touched it carefully with his hand, and then played it in his ear.

"It's genuine, not counterfeit."

"What do we do now?" Mister said: "the money must be the cooperation money paid by the Holy City Army or the black sun to baskiev. If we take it away..."

As he spoke, a sly smile appeared on the guy's face, like a child who was about to succeed in a prank.

"How would it feel if you said baskiev knew that a million dollars had been lost?"

One million US dollars in cash is too important for an illegal armed leader hiding in the mountains under high pressure. In particular, this kind of US dollar hard currency is popular everywhere. Even when dealing with arms dealers, the other party is willing to accept this kind of untraceable cash.

"Take it when you leave in the morning." Qin Fei didn't think about it. "I'd like to see fan Tianlong's expression when he heard the news."

"Man, it's boring for you to think so." Mister said: "fan Tianlong is not the one who lacks this million dollars."

Qin Fei thinks so. In fact, in his heart, he always wants to lead fan Tianlong out for the final showdown. Unfortunately, fan Tianlong seems extremely cautious and never shows up at all.

Since the establishment of the X mercenary Corps in Africa, I have fought with fan Tianlong's Black Sun organization many times, but I haven't really seen myself every time. I am some of his capable generals.

Now think of it, two of fan Tianlong's four capable generals have been killed by themselves. Green dragon died in comolo and white tiger died in Mexico.

There are rosefinch and Xuanwu, who have not yet appeared.

Do you really have to wait for all your men to die before the big boss will appear gorgeous?

Thinking of this, Qin Fei couldn't help thinking, shit, is this damn fan Tianlong a coward? If he can see him face to face, he will ridicule him severely.

He longed for the final duel between the two. Only by completing this duel, everything would be an end, and his father would return.

Qin Fei was worried when he thought of his father Qin'an.

Last time, in order to save himself, he used the intelligence network carefully cultivated within the Black Sun organization. The consequence of that warning was that fan Tianlong noticed the intelligence network lurking around him. Although many people were picked up by the third team and the ghost team, 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. He couldn't escape at all. For fan Tianlong, his feelings for the state of Qin'an are also complex. On the one hand, he extremely respects the state of Qin'an, which is his military enlightenment. On the other hand, he hates the state of Qin'an because his wife died in the hands of the 203 army led by the state of Qin'an.

Fan Tianlong had a strange behavior because of his intertwined psychology of love and hate. He hoped that Qin'an could live well under his own control, and then watched him deal with the 203 army.

He felt that the more times he succeeded, the more painful Qin'an would be.

It will be the most painful to watch the people they bring out embark on the path of hostility and massacre the members of the troops they have built.

"It's great here." Mistra sat down on the stool. The warm air in the room finally made his body through the dangerous period of low temperature.

"Compared with that broken sheepfold, this is heaven," he sniffed and added, "it's just a little smelly."

Then he glanced at the food on the table.

"Mutton!"

His eyes lit up.

"Good!" without saying anything, Mister picked up a piece and threw it into his mouth to chew. Then he praised: "good, it's delicious. At least don't be hungry."

Looking up at Qin Fei and you Xianke, the generous guy said, "Why are you still standing? We've found everything. Sit down and eat. We've been hungry all night. Aren't you hungry?"

As soon as Mister said it, Qin Fei's stomach growled miserably.

Today's tracking task is temporary. No one expected that an ordinary tracking task would be delayed for so long.

Mister took the unfinished bottle on the table, took a sip close to his mouth, and then frowned.

Obviously, the strength of the wine is very high and strong.

"This wine is like sulfuric acid!" he breathed a few times and asked Yushchenko, "is this vodka?"

"Yes, but the mountain people here seldom make wine due to religious reasons. I guess ham brews this wine from potatoes, which is a kind of vodka," Yushchenko said.

"It's better than nothing. If you drink this wine, your body will be much warmer." Mister looked at the bottle and suddenly said, "by the way, do we take turns on duty and take turns to rest? In the morning, if we fight, we have to be a little energetic."

Mister is indeed a veteran of many battles, because veterans can sleep every minute and every second anywhere to replenish their physical strength.

Yushchenko expressed satisfaction with Mister's arrangement: "OK, now it's a bright spot. It's five o'clock in three hours. We start to go out and leave at about five thirty in the morning. At that time, some mountain people should have woke up and they should get up to prepare for grazing, so someone should see us. This is also the best time. We must be seen by people, but not too many people."

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

Qin Fei was really tired and hungry. Of course, he had no objection. He sat down, ate some mutton, drank a sip of wine, tightened his clothes, returned to the sofa in the living room and lay down with his clothes.

After closing his eyes for ten seconds, Qin Fei immediately went into a hazy state.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

Qin Fei's eyes suddenly opened, his nerves tightened, took out his pistol, jumped up quickly, stuck it to the door, and then made a few gestures to the two people in the restaurant, indicating that there was someone outside.

Yushchenko and Mister also slowly felt it out, and their steps were lighter than cats.

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The knock on the door seemed impatient, and then an old voice sounded outside the door.

"Ham! Open the door! I'm ayl! Open the door!"

Mister's expression of pain, and his mouth shape.

Qin Fei could see that he was scolding his mother. Why did anyone come to the door so late.

Yes, in this small mountain village, no one will come to the door in the early morning of heavy snow. It's incredible.

Open or not?

Everyone hesitated.