If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon.

Chapter 896 Negotiations break down (110)

Be sober and alert. For your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour.

1 Peter 5:8

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The stove had never burned so fiercely, and the flames were like rising tides, eroding and licking the walls of the stove. Going a step further, the flames are raging into the sky, leaving no trace of ashes, but they stick to their desires, and their repeated attacks stop behind that safe harbor.

The long bow is full as full as the moon, and the trigger is wet with sweat.

No one moved, the crackling of the fire in their ears, and the trivial hissing outside the wooden house were getting closer and closer. Those devil's whispers came again, wrapping around their ankles like snakes, swimming upward inch by inch.

"Here we come." The huntress and the lieutenant colonel said to themselves at the same time with tense faces.

Just like the bell that rang on time after praying, as soon as the voice in my heart fell, the blazing fire in the wooden house went out without warning, like an invisible hand gently pressing on the burning firewood. , burying all the flames in the gray dust.

Dark blue darkness instantly enveloped the entire house. Along with the fire, everyone's breathing was extinguished. The dark blue darkness was like a tide that flooded their mouths and noses. The cold air, which was no longer purified by flames, was just breathable. It can freeze the lungs out of ice.

The huntress's hands and feet were cold and motionless, and she kept drawing the bow. Her eyes widened to adapt to the sudden darkness. When she finally saw the scene in front of her clearly, she found the double-barreled long gun on the opposite side that was originally aimed at her forehead. The barrel shotgun moved three positions laterally.

The huntress suddenly felt awe in her heart, because she saw fear in the eyes of the gun-raising robber, heart-breaking fear.

It was more than the anger and confusion about my sister's poisoning, more than the fear of their hatred. The grief, anger and pain were drowned by the colder than the snowstorm, and the hatred also lowered its head in the face of despair and was willing to face the situation.

In the reflection of Vika's pupils, outside the glass window of the wooden house, a face is almost pressed against the glass. It is a face as dry and knotty as bark, a devil's face that can only be seen at the bottom of nightmares. Scenes.

Those golden eyes like lamps were moving slowly, passing over one face after another that was stunned by fear, until they stopped in the corner of the wooden house - the pair of siblings on the stove.

The double-barreled shotgun fired, flames bursting out from the gaps in the mechanical parts, and dark blue smoke billowing from the mouth of the barrel.

There was no sound of breaking glass, because the shot was shot crookedly. The moment Vika's finger pulled the trigger, the huntress and the lieutenant colonel took a step forward almost at the same time, reaching out to lift up the double-barreled shotgun. Tube.

This shot sprayed solidly on the ceiling of the wooden house, and a large number of sawdust flew down in the smell of gunpowder. In the darkness, Vika was immediately hit with a knee in the abdomen, and was slapped hard on both ribs, causing severe pain. His eyes almost popped out, and he curled up and fell like his sister on the ground.

The female hunter pressed the shotgun to the ground. Lieutenant Colonel Andre looked back toward the glass window, holding her breath and staring at the devil.

The devil did not seem to be angered by the sudden loud gunshot, but the gunshot was like a rallying horn. More and more black figures with strange faces came out of the coniferous forest, and they walked out of the forest in the golden light. , step by step closer to the wooden house, until it surrounded the entire house.

Separated by a wall, literally separated by a wall.

Everyone in the wooden house stayed away from the wall, especially the door. Even through the thick wooden piles, they could feel the bone-chilling coldness of the demons outside. It was a terror that seemed to suck the life out of all living people. .

Will the door be broken into? Will it break through the window and come at you?

Everyone was staring at the devil staring at the wooden house at the window. Alian, the old hunter on the stove, looked at the golden fire outside the window with trembling lips. He had never seen such a hellish scene in many years. , which is a blasphemy to the old hunter's own beliefs and the destruction of his three views.

The current wooden house can be said to be at its weakest defense. If the maze-like coniferous forest in the morning and the shortage of food were all intended to weaken their fighting power in the wooden house, then these devils have indeed succeeded.

They used hunger and people's hearts to perfectly disintegrate their due strength of resistance. So far, there are less than three people in the whole room who can fight. Dusha and Adam were poisoned and lost their strength. Vika was subdued by his own people. The old hunter and the two children were unable to fight. In terms of combat power, only the Huntress and the Lieutenant Colonel are worthy of a fight.

The female hunter quietly grasped the recurved wooden bow in her hand, twisted the arrow feathers in her right hand and placed it on the bowstring. She was ready for a desperate fight.

But what she didn't expect was that at such a critical moment, the only one she could rely on and the person who was supposed to be the most powerful in the cabin would do something she didn't expect.

KGB Lieutenant Colonel, Lieutenant Colonel Andrei, he put away his pistol under the incomprehensible gaze of the huntress, and stepped towards the glass-wood window in the deep blue darkness.

He stood in front of the wooden window, almost face to face with the devil.

"I want to talk," he said.

As soon as the words fell, the door of the wooden house was opened by a force. The bone-chilling Siberian night wind blew in from the outside, and the white wind and frost blew across everyone's neck in the darkness.

"Let's talk here."

Lieutenant Colonel Andre gave a precise answer to the devil's whisper. He stared at the devil outside the window, "You know I won't be too far away from the 'legacy'. This is what I rely on, and it's also Negotiation capital.”

heritage? Negotiation capital? No one who was still conscious in the room knew what the lieutenant colonel was talking about. They thought the lieutenant colonel was hallucinating due to excessive fear and was talking to something that they could not see or hear.

"The KGB never compromises. If you know us well enough, you should know that your demands are meaningless."

There were whispering sounds in the wind and frost, but those sounds were too ethereal, like the friction of vines growing wildly. However, the huntress suddenly realized that it was not that the lieutenant colonel was crazy, he was really talking to the 'devil' Speaking, the devil's answer was hidden in the wind, but no one except the lieutenant colonel could understand it!

"The incident at Black Swan Port has spread to Moscow. The road from Siberia to the outside world has checkpoints every three steps. The airport and train traffic are blocked. Even if you get the 'heritage' of the motherland, you can't leave." Andrei The lieutenant colonel's face, illuminated by the golden fire of the devil's eyes, was as hard as steel.

The huntress suddenly remembered the "secret mission" that the lieutenant colonel had said before that he came to the extreme northeast of Siberia. She suddenly seemed to think of something and turned to look at the pair hidden in the shadow in the corner of the fire bed. cub.

The whispers of wind and frost continue, and the devil seems to be bargaining.

"That is the 'heritage' that belongs to the motherland, and it is also the capital of the motherland's rejuvenation." The lieutenant colonel was not afraid of the devil's whispers. "The privileged class spends tens of billions of national funds every year just to continue the 'delta' plan. They still exist, just to have a miracle of turning around before the huge disaster. Now that the disaster has come, the miracle should be brought back to Moscow."

There is laughter in the wind, so ironic, with a chill that goes deep into the bones.

"The Soviets are invincible and all difficulties will be over." The lieutenant colonel remained unmoved in the face of the devil's ridicule. "The country's wealth is indeed being divided among the republics, including fighter jets, aircraft carriers and even nuclear weapons. But this does not include the 'delta' plan. You Crossed the line."

"'Plan δ'?" The huntress couldn't help but speak.

No one paid attention to her, neither Lieutenant Colonel Andre nor the devil outside the window. They seemed to be in a stalemate over what the Lieutenant Colonel said.

of silence.

"Okay." Lieutenant Colonel Andre said, "You can give it a try."

Suddenly, the huntress saw Lieutenant Colonel Andrei pull out the Makarov pistol, point it at the devil's forehead outside the glass, and pull the trigger without any hindrance.

The hammer smashed into smoke and fire, and accompanied by a deafening gunshot, the glass shattered. Everything in front of the lieutenant colonel raising the barrel of the gun was wrapped in a thick black smoke!

This is not a pistol, this is simply a small steel cannon! How could the power of this Makarov pistol suddenly increase so much?

The female hunter covered her ears in an instant, her head filled with buzzing. She quickly turned her head to look at the window. But now there was no window anywhere, and even the wooden frame and glass window disappeared directly with the shot just now, only There is only one big hole left that connects to the ice and snow outside!

The female hunter on the ground had a blank mind, but she quickly drew her bow and pointed it at the huge hole.

She was ready for those demons to rush in like a tide, but after the thick black smoke dissipated, she actually found that the black shadows that were originally surging like a tide outside the wooden house had suddenly disappeared!

Everyone in the wooden house was confused, except the lieutenant colonel who silently put away the Makarov pistol and turned to look at everyone. At this time, everyone also noticed that the lieutenant colonel's eyes were shining brightly. of golden color.