Seeing an opportunity, Li Hantao couldn't help but interject: "Uncle Kasimov, what is burning in your fireplace?"

Kasimov turned his head to look at the fireplace, and said mysteriously while he was drinking, "That's a baby." ”

He deliberately sold the guanzi, grabbed the black bread on the table, tore off a piece of it, threw it into his mouth, and chewed it heavily.

Li Hantao knew from his smug expression that he must have something to do, so he waited patiently for him to continue.

Sure enough, Kasimov seemed a little overexcited tonight, and then began to gush about his treasure hunting experience.

It turned out that in the summer of this year, Kasimov went fishing in the river, and accidentally found a "coal block", because the river was full of white pebbles that had been washed by the water, so this black "coal block" was particularly conspicuous in those stone piles, he picked it up casually, but found it very light, so he felt a little strange, so he took it home.

"Isn't this just ordinary coal, you say it's a treasure, but what's so magical?" asked Li Hantao puzzled.

"Hehe, you don't know that, do you? This lump of coal can float on water, and it is very light, but it is so hard that I couldn't break it with a sledgehammer. In the end, I managed to cut a few small pieces with an alloy saw blade, and in this way, I broke several alloy saw blades. Kasimov said helplessly: "I thought this thing was like coal, and then I tried to throw it into the fire, but it didn't matter, it burned for more than a month, and it has not been extinguished until now." ”

"Impossible, is there really such a thing in the world?" Ma Yumin had already drunk a little too much, and said with some slurred words.

"You don't believe it, do you? I'm so old, how could I lie to you, so I'll show you today. As if afraid that others would not believe him, Kasimov got up and staggered to the room.

After a while, he walked out with a delicate locket.

He placed the locket on the table, lifted the lid, and the rest of the room came up.

There was a black thing in the box, and Li Hantao reached out and took it out. This thing is the size of an apple, and the first thing I feel when I hold it in my hand is that it is light, very light.

"I showed a small piece of the sawn off to a big customer in Moscow, and they took it very seriously and told me to keep it for them. They were supposed to arrive tomorrow and called to surprise me. Kasimov's eyes lit up, but he thought in his heart that Moscow was very concerned about this thing, and he could take the opportunity to knock them hard tomorrow, not afraid that they would not agree. As long as the transaction is completed tomorrow, he can leave this hellish place and live the life of a superior person, so he doesn't care if his wealth is exposed or not.

No matter how you look at this thing, it looks like the coal used by people in my hometown to burn fires and cook, but it is so light and very hard, so a small piece of it has not been extinguished for nearly a month, and there is indeed some doorway. Li Hantao was a little reluctant to return the "coal block" to Kasimov, watching him put the "coal block" back into the small box, and suddenly his heart moved and asked: "Which river did you pick this from?"

"You don't have to think about it," Kasimov continued, as if to understand Li Hantao's thoughts, "I searched through that place, and I didn't find anything like it, maybe this thing came from a flood a while ago, and the devil knows where it came from." As he spoke, he was already looking forward to a better future in the Mediterranean on his private yacht, and his mood became more and more cheerful.

Korolev also looked very happy, Kasimov said that as long as he left, he would hand over this place to himself, and he could finally become the boss here, and then he raised his glass and said: "Come and let us wish Uncle Ka good luck!"

"Ulla!" everyone in the room got up, raised their glasses, and drank them all.

Li Hantao just got down a glass of wine, only to feel a tumbling in his stomach, something surging to his mouth, he secretly screamed that it was not good, covered his mouth and hurriedly rushed out of the house. Korolev looked at his back and laughed, and said to Ma Yumin, who was red-faced: "You Chinese people can't drink, and it still depends on us Cossacks when you drink!"

As soon as Li Hantao came out of the house, he couldn't stop vomiting uncontrollably, and he vomited so much that he was dizzy.

It was easy to vomit, and then he straightened up, and in a hazy way, he saw that there seemed to be a sink not far in front of him, and he felt more and more that his throat seemed to be stuffed with dry firewood, and it would catch fire at any time.

He stumbled to the edge of the sink when he felt a dizzy spin and fell to the ground.

Lying on his back on the cold ground, a stream of coldness soaked into his hot body, but he felt extremely comfortable, although he was still a little dizzy, but his mind became clear.

He was not in a hurry to get up, looking at the clear night sky, the starry sky was densely embedded in the dark night, and the Milky Way was like a faintly glowing jade belt, spanning the starry sky.

It's been a long time since I've seen such a beautiful night sky, and I remember the last time I looked up at the starry sky like this was in my hometown, it was a midsummer night, when I was still young, lying on a bamboo mat in the courtyard and counting the stars in the sky. Grandma was on the side, she shook the fan while driving away mosquitoes, while fanning the wind for herself, she was carefree at that time, it was the best happy time in her life for more than 20 years, and at this moment it seems to be back to her childhood, the same starry sky, the same meteor that crossed in front of her eyes, but this meteor has a kind of indescribable reality, and it is like the kind of cupola cannon set off in the hometown during the New Year, the tail dragged the beautiful fireworks, whistling from far and near, "through" into the next room.

Could this be a hallucination? Just as he was wondering, a deafening explosion was heard.

The huge wave of air lifted up Li Hantao, who was lying on the ground, and rolled on the ground a few times, and it was dusty for a while.

Li Hantao still had a trance-like feeling, he sat up and looked at the rooms, only to see that half of the houses had been blown up, and the fire inside was soaring, and the ground was full of bricks and rubble. Fortunately, there was this sink in the way, otherwise I would have been hit by the bricks flying around. He shook his head, and then he realized that what was happening in front of him was not due to a hallucination caused by drunkenness, and he was completely drunk.

Worried about his cousin's safety, he got up and rushed into the house regardless of the raging fire, but saw that his cousin had been torn apart and could not be recognized.

I grew up with my cousin since I was a child, I have been together since I went to school and worked, and I have almost never been separated, the two are like brothers, if I was bullied before, my cousin would always stand up for myself, and now that he has fallen into such a fate, Li Hantao couldn't help but feel sad in his heart.

Something kept falling in the house, it seemed to be about to collapse, he didn't dare to stop, turned around and was just about to leave, when suddenly something fell on top of his head and hit the top of his head, directly knocking him to the ground.

"I can't die here. Li Hantao endured the severe pain and tried to stand up with his hands, but suddenly touched something, grabbed it casually, and saw that it was the small box that Kasimov contained in the baby. The locket was sturdy, only slightly deformed in the explosion, and he opened it........

In the early morning, when the sky was just dawning, the fire had long since been extinguished, and the Naryn scrapyard was in ruins, on which several men in black were writhing around. Not far away, two people stood aside, talking softly.

"Comrade Stojkovich, is it necessary for us to do this?" asked the tall man. He was actually a little depressed in his heart, the guy from the Ministry of Internal Affairs in front of him looked arrogant, he was a colonel who actually had to obey the command of a major, but this was the order from above, and he had to obey unconditionally. Looking at the mutilated human parts on the ground, his brow couldn't help but furrow, he didn't sympathize with these people, for this battle-hardened old agent, he had never seen anything. He just felt that it was not worth it to spend so much money on such an inconspicuous target.

"Comrade Colonel, this operation is a matter of state secrets, you just need to act as ordered, and you don't need to ask anything else. The other guy with a somewhat grim gaze said lightly, without a trace of emotion in his words.

He was the Moscow guest mentioned by Kasimov, and since he brought the sample back, it immediately attracted great attention from the top level of the state, and it has been elevated to a top secret matter of the state. He was instructed to take full responsibility for the matter, to bring that thing back to Moscow by any means, at any cost, and to block all information related to it.

To this end, he planned a special operation codenamed "Laufer". After prior investigation, it was learned that this so-called Naryn scrap yard was actually a stronghold of a well-known gangster in Kyrgyzstan, and although there were not many people here, there were several veterans who had participated in the Caucasian war and had a certain combat effectiveness.

In order not to attract the attention of Kyrgyzstan and to get rid of unnecessary troubles once and for all, Stojkovich even mobilized a Su-30 fighter plane of the Far Eastern Military District, which, with the support of air tankers, flew thousands of kilometers over long distances, successfully evaded Kyrgyzstan's air defense radar, smoothly arrived at the designated area, and launched missiles to accurately hit the target under the guidance of the ground.

For some reason, all these people in the acquisition station have gathered together, this is really God help me! Moreover, this missile is mainly made of paper fibers, and it will not leave any clues after the explosion and burning, and everything that happened at the scene can be attributed to the fire between the gangs. This operation is like a textbook, it can be an example of special operations, and he is really a genius in this regard, thinking of this, Stojkovic admires himself a little, and when he goes back, he can teach a good lesson to the guys at the headquarters who are always chirping.

He arrived earlier than the agreed time and, as Kasimov said, did bring them a huge "surprise".

"Comrade Major, we searched all the areas, and according to what you said, we only found this box, but there was nothing in it. At this moment, a man in black stepped forward and handed him a small box that was somewhat deformed.

"What did you say?" Stojkovic asked, staring at the man in black with some disbelief, as he took the box. That's right, it's this box, and that day he saw Kasimov put it in it, but now it's empty.

His previous calm appearance was gone, and a cold sweat broke out all of a sudden, and he realized that he was in big trouble now.