Primeval forests in southern Siberia.

The snow was white, and as far as the eye could see, there was a blanket of silver between heaven and earth, and there was hardly any movement except for the cold wind that was as cold as a knife howling.

This is also normal, when the south is already preparing for spring, the temperature here is still below zero, and even the highest temperature during the day is only minus 10 degrees, and the lowest temperature is as low as minus 30 degrees.

In such a terrible cold environment, almost no creature wants to run around, except humans.

It was already afternoon, and I saw four snow buggies slowly coming from the north until they reached the edge of the primeval forest.

There were eleven people in this convoy, all of whom were white men with typical Slavic characteristics, which was commonly known in China as Lao Maozi.

In the front of the car, the driver was a young thin and tall man, and as soon as he stopped the car, he took out a small steel wine jug from his arms, unscrewed the lid and poured it into it in a few sips, and burped after drinking.

The bald strong man in the co-pilot's seat next to him couldn't help frowning: "Kechakin, you kid drink two sips less, otherwise when you go back later, if you overturn the car, the boss won't be able to spare you." ”

Kochagin said disapprerovingly: "Hey, I had such an accident, and that time was not because I drank too much, but because there was a problem with the car at that time, you must know that I am a car god, the more I drink, the more stable I drive." ”

The bald head rolled his eyes, and he didn't bother to say anything, because Kochakin's driving skills are indeed very good, and he is considered to be among the top three masters in a large area around here, and he is famous for not drinking or driving, and he still drinks vodka, which is famous for its high degrees.

Kochagin took two more sips before he put away the flask with satisfaction, and looked for a topic boringly: "Tank, do you say that this task taken by the boss this time is reliable, although this forest directly crosses the border, the terrain is too complicated." ”

As he spoke, he sighed at the car window, and the white mist immediately turned into ice flowers, and Kochagin shrugged his shoulders and said: "And now in this season, it's so cold that even your nose can freeze off, and the forest is even more difficult and dangerous, not to mention smuggling, no one wants to choose this time and this place, even if it's smuggling, no one wants to choose this time and this place, how can someone cross over?" ”

The bald head nicknamed 'Tank' didn't smile: "You care about so much dry hair, anyway, what the boss asks us to do, let's do what, everyone has a hard time these years, if the boss doesn't give us a bowl of rice to eat, I'm afraid we all have to be lumberjacks, where can we be as comfortable as now." ”

Kochagin pursed his lips again and smiled: "You are strong, and you can still be a lumberjack, and a driver like me who likes to drink, but I am afraid that I can't even be a truck driver." ”

He couldn't help but take out the wine jug and poured it again, before he changed the conversation and said: "But ah, our bowl of rice is not delicious, it looks relaxed and beautiful on weekdays, but the risk is also high. ”

The tank snorted coldly: "In these years, how many people want to work hard and don't have a chance, if you don't want to do it, tell the boss as soon as possible, and sell it if you get cheap here." ”

"Hehe, okay, okay, you just think I'm drunk and drunk, and with the boss's mind, how can I be as knowledgeable as a person like me?" Kochagin laughed at himself, and then said no more.

In fact, he also knew very well that what the tank just said was right, there were many unemployed people in this area who died drunk in the ice and snow every winter, and compared to the poor and drunk on the streets, it was nothing to sell his life to the boss.

The convoy stopped quietly at the edge of the forest, and from time to time Kochagin took out a flask and took a sip, while the tank stared intently at a large area in front of him, picking up the binoculars beside him every few minutes to look closely.

The telescope he uses is not an ordinary product, but similar to the military telescope in the secret agent movie, although the function of this thing is not as exaggerated as in the movie, but compared to the ordinary civilian goods on the market, it is still much more powerful, using it, the tank can see a large area in front of it.

If you really want to talk about it, Lao Maozi lacks everything, that is, there is no shortage of these things, and scammers can often be seen in China peddling these real and fake Russian goods.

And in the hand of the tank, in addition to this telescope, there is also an automatic rifle, and on him, there are also pistols and daggers, and what is even more terrifying is that there are two grenades, and these things, like the telescope, are all genuine military products.

It's just that these weapons and equipment look relatively old, and they should be produced in the last century, but even so, these things are still powerful weapons of great destruction.

After about half an hour, it was getting dark, but the visibility was still quite good against the background of the snow.

Kochakin's vodka had already been drunk, he poured the last drop of wine into his mouth, and then licked his tongue unsatisfied, and shouted impatiently: "Grass, I just said that this time the matter is unreliable, how can anyone smuggle from here in the cold winter, wouldn't that be self-defeating?" ”

Tank frowned and said, "Shut up!" Are you kid drunk, and it's not over whining, I'm ......"

Suddenly, a small black dot appeared in his field of vision, and this small black dot quickly rushed out of the forest.

The tank quickly stopped talking, picked up the binoculars and looked over, and then sighed softly, a little incredulous: "Dog? And it looks like it's just a puppy, and the breed isn't a snowdog yet, so it's unlikely that he's meowing, right?! ”

Kochagin also rubbed his eyes and tried his best to look that way, but at such a distance, he couldn't see the details with the naked eye.

He didn't bother to bother to look at it, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Hey, Tank, what kind of dog do you care about it, anyway, we're here to pick up people this time, not dogs." ”

But at this moment, the tank suddenly burst into a foul mouth again, and said incoherently: ", people, it's really people!" ”

As he spoke, he quickly grabbed the walkie-talkie and began to call: "Boss, someone has come out of the woods, and his appearance and physical signs are highly consistent with the photos, which should be our goal this time." ”

Kochagin next to him was still puzzled, muttering: "Why is it that the dog for a while, the human for a while, the tank doesn't drink, is it the legendary werewolf?" ”

He was drunk and his brain was open, but soon, a man and a dog came to the convoy, and Kochagin was completely stunned.