The question of who to do business with can no longer be answered definitively, because the only one of the four here who knows the answer is the dead ghost with a flowering head.

The remaining three, two technicians and one safety officer: this "security" is not for the nuclear bomb, but for two technicians.

The prisoners were separated, and the technician with the same surname as the Marshal of Victory also confessed, and as for the safety officer, the bones were harder, but it only lasted a few minutes.

Simple and rough interrogation method, not to mention that it is a big plier with fingers, come one by one, and by the way, tell the other party that these people have no time to fight with him, and if they are not honest, they will cut ***!

The man was in his 30s, and he immediately collapsed.

The confessions of the three people are relatively consistent, and even how much inventory there is in the warehouse is clearly known by Xia Mili and others, but they don't know who the buyer of this trip is, and only the dead ghost and a few high-ranking officers on the other side of the warehouse know about it.

Or there are people at the top who know, but those are not what Shamili and others need to pay attention to now, they are not interested in who the buyer is: pretending to be a Soviet policeman, but not really thinking of himself as a Soviet secret police.

Evacuate as soon as possible, taking with you the nuclear bombs and the important items that were found: a small number of documents, not a single dollar or other foreign currency, but a lot of rubles that are rapidly depreciating.

The money has to be taken away, and the corpses have to be destroyed!

The security officer was also shot in the head, and the two technicians were tied into rice dumplings and stuffed into the pickup truck, and then except for a few secret posts and people at the checkpoint, the others began to move boxes and load them onto the Ural.

One truck was not enough, plus the pickup truck, the bunch of off-road vehicles, sedans, and a Lada that was already in the courtyard of the villa, could barely be transported away at one time.

All of them were nuclear warheads designed in the seventies and eighties, and those ballistic missile warheads replaced the high-explosive charges for detonation of early nuclear bombs that needed to be replaced regularly with neutron emission sources.

The warhead has been miniaturized, but a million-ton yield warhead for the SS-20 still has about 300 kilograms, and the large protective box on the outer suit also has at least 120 kilograms.

Fortunately, there is a small forklift in the courtyard of the villa, otherwise it would have taken a lot of effort.

Kosygin also thought thoughtfully, piled up almost all the solid wood chairs and tables in the villa that could be easily carried into a hill in the living room, and threw the two corpses on his head.

Karimi brought two 20-liter gasoline drums from an SUV and set them on fire with the other two men he had left behind when the convoy dispersed and returned to the warehouse.

The destruction of corpses must be done thoroughly, and the burning of corpses by pouring gasoline alone is not very clean, and it is necessary to add firewood: the Crimean peninsula is not a safe place a few years ago, and one more burglary is nothing.

Sadly, this is the Soviet Union!

Just after three o'clock in the morning, the convoy left in batches, two cars at a time. An hour later, everyone except Karimi arrived safely at the secret warehouse.

On the other side, Karimi and the others sprinkled gasoline everywhere in the villa, seeing that the time was about the same, they lit the fire and drove the car to withdraw!

The villa is hidden, and it began to rain lightly at midnight, and I waited for a few minutes on the side of the road after the car drove out, and I didn't see the fire truck coming.

After a few more circles near Sevastopol, I returned to the warehouse. At this time, except for the older guy who was looking at the warehouse on the surface, the others were waiting to slowly cultivate immortals.

As soon as he returned to the warehouse, Karimi said to Kosygin: "The only loophole may be on the telephone line, do you want to go back and find a way to deal with it?"

"No, this kind of flaw can't be found on our heads, Gurov uses the twisting method commonly used by Soviet electricians, so let them check it slowly. ”

That's good, Karimi is relieved: he is a member of the operation team, and he knows only a little about the methods used by those messy spies, and he just made up for it during training.

The warehouse was dark, with a 60-watt incandescent lamp lit, and there were two large rows of beds of all kinds, spring beds and old marching beds, bought in batches from flea markets and ordinary shopping malls some time ago.

A bunch of nuclear bombs were placed on the side, measured with a Geiger tester, and they couldn't get leukemia after sleeping here for two months.

Karimi straightened her gear and sat down on her bed, "What about them?"

Kosygin's bed was next to him, and he would have been half-lying there resting with his eyes closed.

People who often do special things have the same ability to lie down and rest at any time.

Kosygin knew who Karimi was asking, so he said: "In that small basement, there will be a trial in turn, and only after this man's spirit has completely collapsed can he really determine whether he is telling the truth or whether he is hiding it." ”

As for the final fate of those two people, he didn't say, anyway, everyone here knows that those two people can't stay alive, and they will have to be disposed of after they understand the activation method of all the "live bullets", and they have to prevent those two people from pulling thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people, including himself, to be buried together!

Kosygin opened his eyes as he spoke, and pointed to the pile of boxes not far away, "A five-hundred-ton one can be used immediately, just lean on the pillar."

If something really happens, then we will also make money, and it is estimated that the whole of Sevastopol will give us a funeral.

It's also clean like that, we don't have any scum left, it's clean, and the family will be comfortable for the next few decades.

Hi Foss, did you say?"

The last thing he asked was a strong man in his 30s who happened to walk past him, who was also lying nearby just now and heard the conversation between the two.

"Don't ask me, I'm thinking about what I'm going to read here, or I can write a mercenary or something.

Damn it!

Shamili said we're going to stay here for at least a month, I hate those cans!"

As he spoke, he scolded and walked forward, aiming for the kitchen, probably trying to get himself something to eat.

After listening to the strong man's complaints, Kosygin did not joke and scold, knowing that the next few days would be difficult, almost the same as being in prison.

You can still eat a set meal in prison, but here, a maximum of a small amount of fresh food per meal, and those mountains of canned food will be a nightmare for everyone for a long time.

Only one light is on, because there is a thing called an electric meter, and the electricity consumption of one person is different from that of twenty or thirty people.

What's because of the skyrocketing electricity consumption.,As a result, the stronghold is exposedThis kind of thing will only appear in the movie.,It's not a fool to do this!

If there is an electricity meter, there will be a water meter, the good news is that the warehouse has a yard, the fence is high enough, and there is a simple bathroom to bathe, and more importantly, there is a water pressure well in the yard, and the water quality is not bad, otherwise it is even worse to save water!

Of course, the best news is that it's summer, and if it's winter, even if it's on the relatively warm Black Sea coast, it's hard enough to live in this empty warehouse.

As for now, 2456 degrees, the climate is suitable, suitable for rest and fat, but a bunch of nuclear bombs on this side look really a bit of an eyesore!