Chapter 201

Ivan and Andre quickly asked us what happened. I told them what I saw and heard all the way. They were also very angry. Andre may have a sense of justice from a policeman. Ivan thought that his cousin might have the same experience, so four fists of the two strong men were squeaking.

After two deep breaths, Sanmei calmed down first and said to Jinlihua, "do what should be arranged first." Jinlihua nodded. Then the two men went to find a wooden box for the nail with toxin, tried to disguise it and nailed it in. It turned out that the worker accidentally made a mistake and exposed a small part of the nail tip upward, but it was enough to pierce the cuticle of the finger, Because neither this new toxin nor the real tetanus can act on the skin surface.

After the arrangement of Jinlihua and Sanmei, the five of us shared the last bit of dry food. We thought there would be train packages, beer, bread, hot water, sausage and so on when we climbed on the train, so we didn't bring much. We just prepared for the first day if we didn't meet the train. Unexpectedly, after getting on the train, there was no food at all. There was an enemy with more than 20 times more firepower than us. If they found us, they could give us some bullets to eat. If they ate such a meal, they could never be hungry and solve the troubles of all living people.

In silence, all five people bowed their heads, bit the dried beef hard, and drank some water with the small water bag given to us by the Daur. Andre hid in the box for a long time, so he shared more water and rations. The five men quickly ate up all the things. In order to prevent the enemy from walking around the carriage suddenly, they looked for empty boxes and went in.

Facts have proved that our worry is superfluous. Think about it. There are delicious food and wine beauties in one carriage and only dead people piled together after packing in the other carriage. Unless any normal man is a corpse lover, he will stay in the other carriage, let alone these outlaws who spend all day drinking and drinking.

So I lay in the middle of a pile of bodies for the third time, silently waiting for the passage of time. It is often said that when many people are dying, they will reflect on life and look at their life experiences from a philosophical point of view. I am more "lucky" to have this opportunity without waiting for my deathbed. In the view of many religions or nations, death is only the beginning, the beginning of a new round of life, or the continuation of another form. Even in some religions, meditation on corpses is regarded as a way to improve cultivation.

So in their view, life or death is not a big deal. There is no need to be afraid of death. Looking for the real meaning of life is what people care about. Of course, this kind of state is relatively high. It is not something that ordinary people can understand or understand when I hold a gun all day, whether people are ghosts or evil spirits. Whoever wants to kill me will kill me back.

Lying silent until the evening, I finally heard the sound of opening the door and some familiar footsteps. My heart suddenly lifted up and thought, "dear comrade Yakov, you have finally come to lead me to death."

With their heavy footsteps, my heart has reached my throat, and my heart beats a little faster. But I gently adjusted my breathing to avoid being caught by the enemy. I slowly counted Yakov's steps and pauses in my heart.

One step, two steps, pause, three steps, four steps, pause

When I counted to the fourth pause, I only heard the sound of palm slapping on the board, and there was a world-wide foul word: "fuck", and it was Yakov's voice.

"Oh yeah" I drank in my heart, followed by a "bah". It is estimated that Yakov put his finger in his mouth and sucked.

This guy actually has such a pure masculine spirit that he can't hurt the fire line. He still walked the rest of the carriage as a routine step by step. I don't know if this guy has Japanese or German descent and is so dedicated.

After they left, the three of us climbed to the top mezzanine of Yakov's car again and lay down here with our breath held until the sound of calling the doctor and running hurriedly came from the car below us in the middle of the night.

"Toxin attack" I gave a thumbs up to the golden pear flower in the dark.

Yakov, who had a toxin attack, was carried to the table of the restaurant for first aid. He only heard their doctor shouting loudly: "pass me the tetanus antitoxin, you and you, prepare disinfectant, and clean the wound thoroughly..."

While they were in a mess, Sanmei went into Yakov's private room and operated in the excel table displayed on the computer. Jinlihua and I quickly pulled him up again.

"Where's the message?" I asked.

"No, the computer can't access the Internet, but I see something very useful. That form is the number and time of women they will receive at different sites this time. The next stop is 4 a.m. tomorrow, the number is 32, and I just changed it to 34. At that time, we want to make some chaos in the legal system, and Jinlihua and I will mix in," said Sanmei in a low voice in the dark.

"Is it too dangerous?" I asked with some worry.

"It's all right, sister. I haven't seen any storms. Besides, no one has seen us except Yakov. Don't worry." Sanmei said and moved back slowly. I followed and finally looked at Yakov, who was in a dizzy state and convulsing all over, and thought to myself, "it made me run naked in the ice and snow and eat moss like a deer. Finally, I was almost bitten by a wolf. Today, I finally killed this guy and took a bad breath."

After climbing on the roof, I asked Jin Lihua, "he's dead, isn't he?"

Jinlihua turned her head and said, "even if the sun comes out in the west, he can't see it."

"Such a cow?" I actually believe in this kind of professionals and professional means in my heart, but I always have to doubt it.

"Why don't you try some?" she stroked into her pocket.

"Forget it, there are only two small bottles. Keep them for your next goal." my scared scalp was a little numb, so I hurried to climb forward

In the early morning of the next day, before the sun came out, the train stopped at a place where the front was not near the village and the back was not near the store. There were vast white snow on both sides. These places may be a lawn or something in the short summer of Siberia, but now they are all white snow.

Not long after the train stopped, a helicopter came to pick up the dizzy Yakov. Soon after, two "kamas" transport vehicles came into the dark in the distance. Some guys in civilian clothes and guns jumped out of the cab. They opened the rear compartment and drove out the young girl No. 20 or 30. They looked carefully through the lights of each other's cart. Some of them were Europeans and Asians, and some looked mixed race. Their common feature was beauty. It's just that they are miserable one by one. Their faces are full of tears, which gives a lot of discount to the overall image. Otherwise, who would think that the model company organized employees to travel.

The three of us were all huddled in the interlayer of the middle carriage. The air window screw leading to the lower aisle had been unscrewed and put aside. I climbed to the end of the carriage, found two thick wires on the ceiling to power the light bulbs in the car, peeled off the outer insulation with a military knife, and then waved to Sanmei and Jinlihua to get ready.

At this time, the other party began to rush the cheated women into the carriage. When half of the crying team entered the carriage, I connected the two exposed electric cells with a military knife.

The current generated after the short circuit quickly made the switch jump, and the car immediately fell into darkness. The women who were already scared to the extreme screamed one after another, mixed with men's drinking and swearing, and immediately became a mess below. Sanmei and Jinlihua took the opportunity to open the cover of the air window and slowly put themselves in. Seeing that they had gone down, I picked up the connected wire with a military knife, quickly covered the air window, held the pistol and began to pray that nothing would happen.

The switch was soon closed, and the light came on again. A man like Yakov's assistant took the laptop and ordered the number of people. The opponent nodded to indicate the number of people. Yes, the two cars started the engine and drove away, and the train also pulled two sirens to start slowly. My high hanging heart was put down.

After receiving the last batch of women, the other party left two sentinels in the corridor and stared at the detainees through the door from time to time. Sanmei and Jinlihua hid in a corner next to the door and made a gesture to me during the interval of the other party's sentinels to reassure me that they both carried pistols. It's really impossible to kill the sentinels. It's always possible to run. Although I knew they couldn't see it, I nodded through the air window, screwed up the screws, separated the peeled wires far away, and returned to the last carriage full of stone core dead people.

It had been a whole day. At more than 11 o'clock that night, the train stopped again. This time, the action was big. First, several buses drove all the more than 70 women detained in the middle carriage up and away. Then, several trucks came, loaded all the wooden boxes in the last section on it, and drove for more than six hours. Most of all, with a sense of top heavy and light, I was told that the car had entered the tunnel, And it's driving down at a tilt.

I don't know how long later, with the roar of a forklift, a large number of wooden boxes were unloaded and stacked neatly. In order to prevent the other party from being suspicious when they found an empty box, Ivan, Andre and I hid in the box all the time. Finally, they were stacked together with these stone heart people.

After these people finished their work, they went to work in other areas. The three of us took the opportunity to push away the loose crates and drill out, hiding behind the stacked wooden boxes to observe the terrain.

Here is a large warehouse. Different Russian words are painted on the wall with white ash. The warehouse is illuminated by a large wattage light bulb hanging high. All of us here are stone heart people, with at least 2000 wooden boxes.

"This is a military warehouse," Ivan whispered in my ear.

"How do you know?" I asked.