"Dingling..."
At the critical moment when the battle that decided to live and die was just over, Madison's cell phone ringtone suddenly rang, and the sharp sound seemed particularly harsh in this deadly and nervous space, as if a sharp blade had cut through the originally tense atmosphere.
On the other side, Ston Butch stood in the dim room, the lights were dim and swaying, pulling his figure out. At this moment, his heart was filled with endless anxiety and worries, and he was extremely nervous. He saw one hand holding the phone tightly and pressing it against his ear, and his other hand kept gesturing in front of him, paced back and forth quickly, stepping hard, as if he was about to step out of a pit on the ground. His mouth was still muttering, and his voice was full of prayers: "Please, McGrady, answer the phone quickly, you must be fine, right..." The voice trembled, with unconcealed fear and anxiety.
Long Zhan stood quietly aside and looked at Ston Butch silently. The air in the room seemed to have frozen, so depressed that it made people breathless. Long Zhan wanted to comfort Ston Butch, but when he spoke, he didn't know where to start. He frowned slightly, and a trace of helplessness and concern appeared in his eyes. He could only stand quietly and stare at Ston Butch's every move.
"You know I don't agree with you collecting guns at home, you know."
After the other end of the phone was connected, the sound coming from came cold and stern, without a trace of joy after the disaster. Instead, it was a ruthless and severe reprimanding Ston Butch. The sound was like a basin of cold water, poured hard on Ston Butch's hot heart.
This is really uncomfortable!
It's a bit obvious!
However, Ston Butch was not angry, his eyes were filled with guilt and eagerness. The moment he heard the sound, his body suddenly shook, then he immediately straightened his back and said sincerely: "Please, McGrady, you must listen to my explanation." His voice was a little trembling, almost begging.
"No, I'm leaving here, I'm leaving forever, Fark Squid, go to die, bastard."
Madison was standing in a messy scene at this moment, surrounded by corpses lying on the ground, blood spreading on the ground, forming shocking dark red blood pools. The pungent smell of blood filled the air, making people disgusted. Madison looked at the scene in front of him, his emotions completely collapsed at this moment. His eyes were rounded, his face was filled with fear and anger, and he cursed angrily at the phone, and then hung up the phone fiercely. The action was endless determination and anger.
“Doududududu…”
Ston Butch listened to the busy voice on the phone, and suddenly felt as if his soul had been removed and he fell into a state of loss. He stood there blankly, his eyes were empty and he had no movement for a long time. Everything around him seemed to have nothing to do with him, and he seemed to be in a lonely and dark world, unable to extricate himself.
"It's not your fault for this, you've done a good job." Long Zhan comforted him. He patted Ston Butch on the shoulder gently, trying to convey some strength and comfort.
"No."
Ston Butch hammered the wall with his hand, and the sound of the impact was dull and powerful, as if it was a painful vent in his heart. He was full of guilt and blame, and the veins on his forehead burst out, and he said loudly: "I almost killed her, it's me, I almost killed her." As he said that, he was like a soul lost, and walked out of the door like a walking corpse. His steps were floating and shaking, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.
Long Zhan did not chase after him, but shook his head helplessly. He looked at Ston Butch's departure back and felt melancholy. The room was still filled with tension and sadness, which made people feel heavy.
In the fanatical bar, the lights flashed, and colorful lights intertwined, reflecting on people's faces. The loud music was deafening, and the strong rhythm seemed to break the eardrums. In the dance floor, men and women twisted their bodies frantically with the music, sweat slid from their foreheads and cheeks, dripping on the ground of the dance floor. The air was filled with the smell of alcohol, tobacco and perfume.
Colonel Cochon and Noven walked in. Their pace was slow and they looked like two very normal guests. They walked through the crowded crowd, avoiding the drunken people, and headed towards the bar. Along the way, their eyes were vigilantly scanning everything around them, without missing a single detail.
"Two glasses of whiskey." Nowen said to the bartender. He leaned slightly, supported his elbow on the bartender, leaned forward slightly, and shouted to the bartender.
"If so, give me a cup of Legavelin, and Lafurger is OK, I won't pick it."
Colonel Kechuan rejected Nowen's wine and chose the wine he liked more. He frowned slightly, with a hint of fatigue and thought in his eyes, and then said, "Tell me, what are you doing here?" His voice was low and steady, but it could clearly reach Nowen's ears in this noisy bar.
"You said you were going to sneak into the Russian military base and come here to fulfill your wish." Nowen said. He turned his head and looked at Colonel Kochon with a mysterious smile on his face.
"Can you enter the military base by drinking a little wine in the bar?" Colonel Kochon asked. He raised his eyebrows, with a hint of suspicion and teasing in his eyes.
"Don't underestimate this bar. Sir. This is the closest bar to the military base. It's a place where soldiers gather. Just find an officer with high authority." Nuowen explained. While he said, he pointed at the people in casual clothes around him, with a confident expression on his face.
"I'm wearing casual clothes after get off work, how can I find an officer with high authority?" Colonel Cochon asked. He picked up his wine glass, took a sip of the wine, and felt the spicy liquid slipping across his throat.
"This is very simple. With my years of experience, I am drinking alone." Nowen said with some kind of teasing. He smiled and patted Colonel Cochon on the shoulder, with a hint of cunning on his face.
"Don't talk sarcasticly, you may be like this in the future." Colonel Kochuan said helplessly. He shook his head and a wry smile appeared on his face.
"Drinking alone?" Nuowen asked. He tilted his head, with a hint of confusion on his face.
"Become an officer." Colonel Kochuan replied with a serious look. A trace of seriousness and expectation were revealed in his eyes.
"Ha ha."
Nuowen was amused. He laughed so hard that he leaned back and forth, and his body trembled. He shook his head and said, "No, I don't want it, so let it go. Speaking of this, I want to ask if you can demote me?" He smiled while wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes with his hands.
"Drop? Be careful I will continue to promote you." Colonel Kochon said deliberately. He raised his eyebrows, with a slight joking look on his face.
"Don't do this, I don't want to be a sergeant. I didn't even want to be an agent corporal at the beginning. I am different from Ston Butch. I don't want to shoulder the heavy responsibility." Nowen regretted not being able to drink two sips of wine. He drank the wine in the glass in one go, and then placed the glass heavily on the bar, making a "bang".
"Are you training Chetri now?"
Colonel Corchuan, I was willing to make a positive response and asked in a timely manner. He turned his head and looked at Nuowen, with a hint of concern in his eyes.
"I regretted it so much that my intestines were cleared. He would have fun as soon as he did the task, like an out-of-control rabbit. I was about to be crazy by him." Nuowen said with his forehead. He rubbed his temples with his hands, his face full of pain and helplessness.
"That's really a headache," Colonel Kochon smiled. He shook his head slightly, and a sympathetic smile appeared on his face.
"I just want to say that I joined the army not to be an official," Nuowen said. He sat upright and looked at Colonel Kochon with a serious expression.
"Is that so? Then why did you join the army?" Colonel Cochon asked. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and a hint of curiosity appeared in his eyes.
"I just wanted to find a way out for myself, but there is no future in the small place." Nuowen explained. A trace of memories and feelings were revealed in his eyes, as if he was back to the confused self.
"No, I don't believe that you are careless and portray yourself as a modern version of Mulan who was forced to join the army, but you are skilled and mastered multiple languages, and you have principles and decisive decisions. Even if you are a country bumpkin, you have come to this point, so why not continue to move forward?" Colonel Corchem persuaded patiently. He looked at Nowen, his eyes full of sincerity and expectation, trying to convince Nowen.
"Sir, I am very satisfied with my current situation, and I dare not listen to your life advice. After all, you have even hooked up with Russian agents, not to mention that the other party is a hot blonde girl." Nowen said. He joked with a smile, with a hint of naughty smile on his face.
"If we do our job, there can be people close to you. If you are in danger, will you make up for the task to save him?" Colonel Kochon asked. His eyes became deep and solemn, as if he was thinking about something important.
"No." Nuowen did not hesitate. He replied firmly, without a trace of hesitation in his eyes.
"Because you are an upright and kind soldier." Colonel Kochon said. He nodded slightly, with a look of praise on his face.
"I didn't have a mission to save you before." Nowen said. He looked at Colonel Corchuan with a smile, with a hint of teasing on his face.
"Yes, because you knew it, Ston Butch would definitely come to save me, that would be just your wish." Colonel Corkchuan said guessingly. He smiled and shook his head, as if he knew Nuowen's thoughts.
"Do your business."
Nuowen didn't want to talk about this topic anymore, his eyes suddenly became sharper, and he looked in one direction and said, "There is an officer at two o'clock, and I think he is quite suitable." He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the officer carefully.
"See a way to isolate him and take him away quietly." Colonel Kochon said. He frowned slightly, with a hint of decisiveness and firmness in his eyes.
"I have a more silent way."
Nuowen grabbed a bottle of wine on the table and said to Colonel Kechuan first: "Actually, it is a last resort to join the army. This is the truth." As he said, he held the bottle tightly, and his knuckles turned white due to force.
After saying that, Nuowen waved his hand and threw the bottle into the distance. His arm raised high, then swung it down quickly, with a powerful force.
"Bang, rush."
The bottle flew over the head of the officer at two o'clock, smashing on the wall behind him into glass, causing the entire bar to scream. The screams came one after another, instantly breaking the original noisy atmosphere of the bar, and everyone's eyes were attracted.
However, although they were surprised, no one was panicked. After all, the bar was a place of right and wrong, and fighting here is a common thing. People who come to the bar for drinking have long been accustomed to this.
The man who was almost hit by the wine bottle in his head turned his angry eyes. His eyes were rounded, and there was a blazing anger burning inside, staring at Nuowen straight.
Just when the man wanted to question, Nuowen shouted to him first: "This guy said, you are all fucking sissies."
After speaking in Russian, Nowen laughed, patted Colonel Kochon's arm and said, "My man, good luck." He smiled and quickly took a step back, preparing to watch the next good show.
The man who was hit by the head and the Russians around him were covered by Nuowen's group attacks, and they were all angry and rushed toward the top of their anger. Their faces were red, the veins on their foreheads burst out, and their murderous eyes were locked on Colonel Kochon. They all stood up and slowly walked towards Colonel Kochon. Their steps were heavy and powerful, and each step seemed to be filled with endless anger.
“Holy shit, this is not fun.”
Colonel Kechuan felt his scalp numb. It was not his strength to hit a group of people with bare hands, which was something that only Long Zhan could do. A small bead of sweat appeared on his forehead, and a hint of tension and panic appeared in his eyes. Seeing that he was about to be surrounded by a group of big men, he could only hurry up and put on a fighting posture. His legs were slightly separated, his knees were slightly bent, his hands were clenched, and he clenched his fists in front of him, looking at the people around him vigilantly.
...The atmosphere in the bar suddenly became tense, and a fierce battle seemed to be about to break out.
Colonel Cochon complained secretly in his heart in this hostile encirclement, knowing that he was in an extremely difficult dilemma.
Chapter completed!