Alyosha had a bruise on his abdomen caused by a bullet, which was also considered lucky, if the bullet was one centimeter to the right, his life would probably have to be explained to the Soviet Union: the other party used a 5.45mm assault rifle, which was called a "poison bomb" by Afghan guerrillas a few years ago!

This kind of bullet is very easy to lose its stability after hitting the human body, and it will be a huge wound!

Good luck, really good!

Carrying a common canvas bag and wearing a somewhat dirty sailor's shirt, Alyosha walked out of the Kharkiv cargo terminal, inconspicuous, like a very ordinary hard worker.

In the summer, Soviet workers dressed normally, whether they were sailors, dock workers, tank factory workers, or people from train freight stations, there was little difference in the clothes they wore every day.

It's just that the big backpack is a little unsightly, but it's not particularly strange for a strong man who is nearly two meters tall to carry a backpack about 60 centimeters high.

Not far from the station, Alyosha saw a railway workers' hotel, as well as a thriving market near the hotel.

It is said that it is a hotel, and it is the same as a domestic guest house: Alyosha has a work permit, a shipyard worker from Leningrad.

Unlike in China, you don't need a letter of introduction to stay in a hotel in the Soviet Union, you just need to have a work permit.

His Russian has a bit of a northern flavor, although Ukraine is shouting to be single, but how can it still be the Soviet Union, and it is normal for shipyard workers to live in a distant place: Kharkiv is an inland heavy industrial city, and even produces spare parts for ships and military factories on the far side of Leningrad, and the freight traffic in the middle is of course a railway freight station not far away.

No one wondered about the presence of Alyosha, who stayed here, even from distant Kamchatka.

Single room, the bed is wooden, a little shorter, will be done, with a bathroom.

Alyosha was tired, but could not rest yet: he checked a Stephkin fully automatic pistol from his trouser pocket, the only weapon he had left for self-defense.

Overalls, in summer, there is a shirt on the upper body, and the pockets of these pants are more than buttoned, and there are several documents and passports of their own, and some money is put in, and even the pistol is not conspicuous.

The 20-round magazine was full, and the backpack had a few pockets on the outside, just like a normal large civilian backpack.

Before leaving, he carried the heaviest and most important backpack on his back, and stuffed a change of shirt, a pair of canvas beach pants and two short Ku into the bag in the back, disguised more like a civilian bag.

There was also a small bottle of water and a few other small bits on the backpack, really like a sailor going out on a long trip.

If it weren't for the change of clothes, Alyosha would have had to hide the scratches on the waist of her T-shirt just now.

As for the change of clothes, the train was thrown into the river when it crossed a bridge.

It's still the same sentence: luck is good, everything was prepared unintentionally, but it was not prepared in vain.

Good habits outside the house have now paid off.

As for the small pocket on the other side of the backpack, there are two small gold bars of 50 grams, plus 20,000 US dollars in cash.

"Gold, it's money everywhere!"

He remembered the boss's words, and when the bodyguards went out on a mission, they would bring a little unmarked kind of small gold bar, in case they were uncomfortable in the place where the dollar was not useful.

There was also a spare magazine and muffler with only 8 rounds left in one of the small side pockets, but Alyosha didn't take it out.

The one who gave himself a shot in the head originally had $100,000 in cash, but now he doesn't know which one is cheaper, so he doesn't have to worry about finding out where the money came from those hundred-dollar bills.

All the cash used for the transaction came from Europe, and it had nothing to do with the "United Forces".

Pull out the bills of 10 and 25 rubles, and go out the door, the destination is the free market on the side. Soon, I bought back what I needed: a pair of new pants big enough, two short-sleeved shirts with button-down pockets, and a thin long-sleeved jacket.

A bottle of ultra-strong vodka up to 65 degrees, a military first aid kit (a common thing in Soviet flea markets), two pairs of socks and a pair of light lace-up shoes that are large enough.

In the end, I bought a pair of scissors, a sharp hunting knife, and by the way, I bought myself a leba bread and a little jam, and a bottle of homemade pickled cucumbers.

I took a bag back to the hotel, took a shower first, and then treated my wounds: I was originally bandaged with torn beach pants, and although there was no infection, the bruises were not better.

Vodka is not to be drunk, it is used as medical alcohol. Cut off some dead meat, disinfect it again, and sprinkle it before sprinkling it with anti-inflammatory drugs that are used to treat sore throats and colds (oral ones can be taken separately and applied externally, which can also prevent wound infection in many cases.) ）。

I took all the remaining anti-inflammatory pills, and according to experience, the wound on my waist will heal in a few days, and it is unlikely to be infected.

The terminal of the previous downwind train did not appear to be Kharkiv: an hour after boarding the train, he was almost certain that the attackers were not government-controlled Soviet troops or the KGB, and that they were unlikely to be chased all the way.

I live next to the station, which is called dark under the lights.

If the KGB or the upper echelons of the Soviet army knew the truth of the matter, unless they threw away the backpack under the bed, there was no possibility of escape.

If it's not, then the danger is almost non-existent now.

Almost nothing, doesn't mean nothing.

He was too tired and was going to get some sleep.

Move the wardrobe and writing desk in the room to the top of the door, this is the second floor, if the other party takes the shit luck and chases here, there is still a possibility of escape.

If you don't have a chance, then no one will have a good time!

The box was taken out of the backpack, opened, the battery was turned on, and according to the procedure, in less than two minutes the nuclear bomb was ready, and the yield was adjusted to a minimum of five tons.

I hope that no one will come after me, otherwise I will probably force myself to press the connected button: the wire can be connected very long, two or three kilometers, so the switch is very large, with a battery.

But now, the line is less than two meters long.

The people outside spoke the same language as himself, and Alyosha could not help and did not allow himself to adjust the yield of the nuclear bomb to the maximum.

If so, at least within the year, the smaller half of Kharkov will be uninhabitable for human habitation, not to mention the question of how many people will die.

"5 tons, that's enough to up and those who want to kill me, as for nuclear contamination?"

It doesn't seem to be much different from 500 tons, but he can't manage it that much.

The open box causes less than one C-ray fluoroscopy of the radiation dose a day, and Alyosha doesn't care if he sleeps.

Riba added jam and pickled cucumbers, drank some water, and looked through the window at the bustling market not far away.

Close the curtains and close your clothes to sleep.

The loaded pistol was on his right hand, and not far from his left was the nuclear trigger switch with the safety cover.