The mountains of the North Caucasus in the early morning were as quiet as usual, the snow had stopped, and there was a bit of a lie in the whiteness of the surroundings.

The snow in Montenegro is slightly rough in the desolation, just like this land and the people on this land.

Three people walked from the largest dirt road in the village, their boots crunching on the thick snow, which seemed so harsh in this quiet scene.

"I said ......"

Miste peeped left and right like a thief, his eyes spinning as fast as a Russian roulette wheel.

"Can we get out? I think I'm still a fast runner, back then ......"

"Do you think it's safer for the three of us to run around the village early in the morning or to walk slowly?" Qin Fei tried to keep his voice as low as possible, he was worried that his English conversation would attract unwanted attention.

You know, here you can speak Ingush, let alone English, and even Russian is rare.

"Can you be quiet, go well, and don't make any bad decisions."

"Shut up!" Yushchenko finally interrupted the conversation between the two, "Right front, thirty meters away, there is a ......"

Qin Fei raised his eyelids and quickly glanced in the direction Yushchenko said.

Yes, there was an old man in a sheepskin jacket, a white beard, and a small black round hat sweeping the snow in his yard.

The rustling sound of snow clearing makes people's blood run high.

Qin Fei subconsciously touched his fake beard.

The most important thing now is not to wear a goof on the outside, once a goof, it is a target.

Although the village is almost somewhat isolated, it is easy for every villager to recognize an outsider who is not their own village, and a glance is enough.

But, at least, it doesn't give the impression that the village is suddenly populated with foreigners.

Foreigner?

Qin Fei thinks it's funny when he thinks about it, when he was in China, he always liked to call foreigners foreigners, but now he has become a foreigner here.

Fortunately, the beard is still there.

Qin Fei breathed a sigh of relief, the makeup artists of the FSB are still of a good level, if the beard suddenly falls off at such a critical moment now, it is really a strange and dangerous thing.

"He's staring at us......" Mistre whispered again, "We've been discovered......"

"Don't talk less, no one will treat you as a dumb ......" Qin Fei really wanted to find a needle and a roll of thread right now to sew up the mouth of this big stallion.

It's windy in the mountains.

The cold wind blew, like a knife gently scratching on the face, there was a tingling sensation, accompanied by a slight paralyzing feeling.

Qin Fei felt that his face must be wooden now, but it was definitely not frozen, but caused by nervousness.

No one can really not be nervous.

It's braggart to say that you're not nervous.

Now the three of them are like walking on the edge of a knife, and on both sides are bottomless abyssal fires, and if they fall, they will die.

Although death is not so terrible, but dying here, dying in the hands of the villagers, it is really unjust!

The sound of snow clearing stopped.

The white-bearded old man frowned, and looked at the three strange fellows who walked along the village road with a strange and surprised gaze—all three were wearing jeans and down jackets, and in this village, most of the people wore jackets, and down jackets were fashionable here.

What's more, what surprised the old man the most was that these three people were not from the village, he had lived here all his life, and he had never seen these three guys, and he had never even heard of anyone with such three relatives.

Qin Fei, Yushchenko, and Mister walked along the road in front of the old man without looking at the old man.

Seeing that the old man had any overreaction, Qin Fei secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

But it's far from over.

Just as Qin Fei hadn't breathed a sigh of relief, a donkey cart came across him, full of forage.

A fat woman with a turban covering her hair sat on the frame of a donkey cart and expertly whipped the beast's ass with a rope to make it go faster.

This fat woman is probably only in her early thirties, which is not too old.

Three men who looked like handsome guys walked by, and her eyes were naturally drawn to it.

"Where are you from?"

She smiled and greeted her in Ingushetia.

A layer of cold sweat immediately broke out on Qin Fei's forehead.

I didn't understand what the hell this woman was talking about.

He couldn't ask Yushchenko, so he could only raise his eyes to look at the fat woman, and then smiled with a stupid expression, nodded at the fat woman, and said a vague "hmm" in his mouth, which was considered to have said hello.

"Which of you guys? Do you want me to send you out? The snow is thick and hard to walk! ”

The fat woman reined in the donkey and stopped on the road, eager to be a good person again.

It is no wonder that in this mountainous area, the younger men are either drunkards or have gone to become soldiers of illegal armed forces, and the better-looking ones have already left the city to make a living, and the rest are middle-aged uncles and underage teenagers like Hamm, and there is really not much chance to see a few pleasing men.

The fat woman is very good at seizing opportunities.

"Thank you, we are relatives of the Hamm family, we only came last night, and now we have an urgent matter to go back to the city, our car is outside, and we don't need your help."

Yushchenko suddenly spoke, and he was actually fluent in Ingushti!

Qin Fei was stunned, and suddenly remembered that this guy himself was an agent stationed in the Caucasus, and it was estimated that he had studied Ingush when he was in school, otherwise how could he consult some of the original materials here?

His beating heart finally settled down a little.

The fat woman seems to be disappointed in the game and returns to her donkey cart.

A wave has not settled, and another wave has risen.

Without waiting for Qin Fei to breathe a sigh of relief, three middle-aged people carrying farm tools suddenly came to him, talking and laughing, and walked towards this side.

Hamm's house was in the innermost part of the village, so to walk out of his house to the entrance of the village was equivalent to passing through the whole village.

The three middle-aged people seemed to notice Qin Fei and the others who were walking towards them, and they were talking and laughing, but at this time, they suddenly quieted down, and their steps slowed down.

Qin Fei and the other three could only bite the bullet and walk forward with those doubtful eyes.

In a short distance of more than 20 meters, Qin Fei seemed to have walked more than 20 kilometers as difficult.

They finally crossed the middle-aged man and walked out more than ten meters.

It's safe......

Qin Fei glanced around, and didn't seem to see anyone in front of him.

The old man who cleared the snow came out of his yard and suddenly shouted to the middle-aged man and the fat woman sitting on the donkey cart: "Those three! It seems to be a soldier! ”

The old man's words were of course nothing to Qin Fei and Mister, because they couldn't understand them.

However, Yushchenko's heart exploded, because he could understand the Ingush language.

"Run!"

"What!?" Mistre was a little dazed and said, "Didn't you say don't run?" ”

"They see through us!" After Yushchenko finished speaking, he jerked out his pistol and immediately leaned towards the courtyard wall next to him.

In the event of a shootout, the courtyard wall is the ideal location for concealment.

Qin Fei and Mister didn't think about it anymore, only one voice echoed in their hearts like a bronze bell that had been rung -

Exposed!

Exposed!

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