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Chapter 882 KGB Officers

Knock, knock, the door of the wooden house was knocked.

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There was no doubt that it was a knock on the door, because the frequency of the knocking had a formulaic rhythm, three knocks in a row, then a three-second pause, and three more knocks, back and forth endlessly.You can almost guess from the knock on the door that the person standing outside the door must be a formulaic and rigid person, because even standing in a snowstorm, he is not willing to slam on the door frantically, but abides by discipline and rules.

No one spoke in the wooden house, neither the huntress nor the tall man wanted to open the door, neither the huntress nor the tall man wanted to open the door. They couldn't even move now, and if they lost their minds a little, another life would be lost immediately.

The knocking on the door did not stop, probably because people outside saw the fire in the wooden house and knew there must be another person inside, so he would probably keep knocking until no one responded.

At this moment, an old man's groan suddenly came from the ground, and the huntress' complexion twitched. In her peripheral vision, the old hunter on the ground moved slightly, struggling to raise his hands to tear off the fur on his chest. The punctured leather inside was exposed. It seemed that the thick clothes to keep out the cold actually saved his life!

But judging from the amount of bleeding on the ground, the bullet still hurt his body. If the shrapnel was not removed in time to bandage the wound, the heavy bleeding alone could kill this elderly man here.

"The old thing can't hold on anymore." The tall man said with a slight movement of his lips.

"Your sister looks about the same," the huntress said with a sneer, glancing at her from the corner of her eye.

The same situation is not so good. Naturally, there is also a bear hat woman nailed to the wall. The nailed palm is bleeding continuously, and the burn on the back of the hand spreads further with time. I'm afraid I have to lose one palm to survive.

"Count three two one and move away together?"

"Okay, you count."

"Three two. One!"

The gun went off.

But it wasn't the tall man who shot.

The door of the wooden house was knocked open by a huge force, the force of the blizzard, and the door lock left only a smoking hole.Behind the suddenly opened door, a huge blizzard whizzed in, causing everyone to squint their eyes, but the gun barrels and bows and arrows remained motionless.

Standing in front of the door was a tall and burly man in a Soviet military uniform standing upright in a snowstorm. His iron-gray hair was exposed under his military cap, and he held a Makarov pistol in his right hand. , the light from the stove cast his huge shadow on the dark blue snow behind him.

Standing at the door, the Soviet officer sharply scanned the situation in the house, saw the old man on the ground and the woman moaning in front of the fire, then raised his head and said blankly, "KGB Lieutenant Colonel, Andrei, who is the owner of this wooden house?" The owner of the house? I need to temporarily requisition this house to avoid the snowstorm."

Soviet officer?KGB lieutenant colonel?

Both the huntress and the tall man were stunned, and couldn't help shifting their gaze, looking at the man who stood at the door as tough as an iron tower, as if even the snowstorm couldn't shake him in front of the door, and he just stood there to earn the wind into the house. Most of the snow was blocked, and they saw discipline, iron and blood, and danger in this man.

"I noticed that someone in the house was injured. It is my duty and mission to protect the people. I order you two Soviet citizens to put down your guns and bows and arrows." The iron-gray eyes of the man who claimed to be a KGB lieutenant colonel swept across the huntress and the tall man , "I won't say it a second time."

His tone is very heavy, without deliberate tone support, but it is more savage than the blizzard behind him-it comes from the temperament of a soldier, from the courage of the elite non-commissioned officers of the great Soviet Union.At this moment, no one doubted his identity anymore. Standing there, he was almost a symbol of the sickle and hammer symbols, and he was the sharpest knife in the hands of the Soviet Union.

"If he lets me go," the huntress said without hesitation.

"I..." the tall man was about to say something, but he found that the KGB lieutenant colonel's sharp eyes were staring at him. It was an unquestionable sense of command, which made him tense up with a creepy sense of threat, as if he If he dared to defy the opponent, his head would be blown off his skull by the Makarov pistol in the next instant.

So he put down the double-barreled shotgun, but the huntress fired an arrow. Amid the screams of the woman in the bear hat by the fire, the arrow leaped across her face obliquely and pierced into the fire. The arrow seemed to be a hair's breadth away, but it hit the opponent's timidity accurately. As soon as his legs softened, the hot water wet his thick pants.

"I'm coming in." The KGB lieutenant colonel walked into the wooden house and closed the wooden door behind his back, ignoring the power of the violent blizzard as nothing, dragging a chair behind his back and leaning against the door to temporarily act as a latch.

The sound of the door closing seemed to be a signal, and the huntress and the tall man rushed to the old hunter on the ground and the bear hat woman by the fire respectively.

The KGB officer went to the old hunter on the ground and squatted down. He stretched out his hand and tore off the thick leather jacket, revealing the old man's bloody chest. The shrapnel penetrated the thick clothes and entered the old man's body. It can also be found that the shrapnel did not drill deep, which is why the old man survived.

"There is still salvation." The KGB lieutenant colonel said, "I need medical tools."

The huntress immediately stood up and began to look for the medical kit in the house, like every old hunter should have a complete medical kit, let alone a hunter like old Arian who lives alone.

"Help my sister." The tall man also helped the woman in the bear hat to the side of the KGB lieutenant colonel. He cut off the bow and arrow with the dagger that was left on the ground, leaving only the arrow stuck on the woman in the bear hat. in the palm of your hand.

"This is the retribution you deserve! You bastards!" The huntress who was looking for the medical kit turned her head and cursed at the tall man, "Coming to rob an old Orion who lives alone, you bastards who destroy humanity I can do it too!"

"Shut up!" The tall man turned his head and yelled angrily. At the same time, he quickly observed the half-squatting KGB lieutenant colonel on the ground from the corner of his eye, secretly grasping the shotgun in his hand.

The huntress has already put down her bow and arrow, and the speed of drawing the bow is definitely not as fast as shooting, but now this KGB lieutenant colonel has appeared for no reason, completely disrupting the situation. KGB, he knows the name of this secret service organization, then It is the most terrifying institution in the motherland, the Soviet Union. Just thinking of him can't help but make new students feel jealous.

Why is the KGB here, shouldn't they be operating in Moscow and the US?

And will this kind of spy and secret service agency manage house robbery?
"Quiet, save people first, I'll analyze and deal with what happened here later." The KGB lieutenant colonel lowered his head and tore open the old hunter's leather jacket to expand the space, before making the final decision coldly.

"I found it." The huntress suddenly let out a voice of surprise. She dug out an animal skin bag from the cabinet, which was full of medical tools, which should have been vacated from a professional medical box. Merchants from big cities in the Soviet Union sold this combination of medical tools. It seems that old Arian is also a person who knows what to buy.

Just as the huntress walked over with the animal skin bag, a familiar voice sounded again.

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Knock, knock, the door of the wooden house was knocked.

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The door was opened by the huntress, and the wind and snow blew in. The moment she opened the door, she moved sideways to the position facing the door, but this time there was no muzzle or bow aimed at him behind the door.

A man was standing hunched in the blizzard outside the door, and when the door opened, a sentence of extremely standard English came from the other party's mouth, "Help me, save us! These two children...are going to freeze to death! "

The flames of the stove crackled, and through the light, the people in the house could see clearly that the person standing outside the door was actually a young American. Soon the people in the room noticed behind him, because there was actually a young girl in thin clothes standing behind him!
In the frenzy of the blizzard, the girl outside the door raised her head, the flames illuminated her immature face, a pair of dark pupils swept across everyone behind the door, each pair of pupils was full of incredible at the moment, reflecting The young girl with the unconscious boy on her back.

(End of this chapter)