Gu Tie felt that he had only taken a nap for a while, but when he opened his eyes, he saw the daylight of the next morning. The sun shines softly on the face through the gauze curtain, through the skin, and steam out the tiredness little by little.

Gu Tie comfortably straightened his spine and stretched his waist, so he kicked Barr in the face. The Indian, huddled on a bed, didn't wake up, so he opened his stinky feet with his mouth and turned over and buried his face in the pillow.

Gu Tie turned over and got up. Soreness in his limbs was inevitable, bruises were to be expected, and he even found a bullet hole in his boot on the way to the bathroom, but in any case, he was much luckier than a sniper who was bedridden and started to have a fever.

Natalia had already boiled the bath water, and after solving the physiological problems, Gu Tie took a comfortable hot bath in the wooden bathtub, put on the shirt and suspenders prepared in the morning, and came to the living room while rubbing her hair while humming a little song in satisfaction. There was no one else in the living room except the hostess.

"Good morning, Mr. Iron. Natalia was setting the dishes and nodding.

"Morning, Nata. Gu Tie waved his hand familiarly, shaking his wet hair like a puppy.

"About what you said yesterday...... The matter of Bishnoy and Amber ...... "The hostess carefully arranged the knives and forks perpendicular to the edge of the table, gently adjusting them so that they were parallel to each other. At the same time, she asked, the Russian with a white Russian accent sounding delicate and musical.

"My Russian is not very good, can you understand English?" Gu Tie sat on a dining chair, hugging the back of the chair, observing the hostess's movements.

"Yes, but it's hard to say. Natalia replied.

"I can't make a bad tongue curl, no problem. Gu Tie spread out his hand. "Lao Ba is a good person. He may see one and love the other, but there is no denying that he loves every woman with all his heart, not the kind of love that - you know, lie to you and. ”

The hostess kept her head down, and a few strands of blonde hair covered her eyes. She tirelessly fiddled with the knives and forks, plates, and salt shakers, making slight angle adjustments.

Gu Tie suddenly felt something and looked around.

The boxy living room has a log dining table with checkered tablecloths on the west side, eight dining chairs with backrests, a single bed with lattice sheets on the east side, two red flocked single sofas and a coffee table in front of the fireplace.

Dining tables and chairs, beds and sofas were all upright, each right-angled side perpendicular to the wall, the rectangular outline of each piece of furniture parallel to each other, and even the woods in the fireplace lined up like soldiers waiting to be reviewed. This is not in line with the principle of combustion efficiency, Gu Tie thought to himself.

"Stop, just right. He suddenly commanded.

Natalia stopped, tilted her head to look at the pair of knives and forks, pursed her lips, and finally nodded.

"My dear, you are a very principled person. Gu Tie said with a smile.

"OCD, I know. The hostess pulled out her chair and sat down, sighed, and folded her hands on her back. "Straight-line paranoia. She fiddled with a silver dinner knife uneasily.

"Lovely little fault. Gu Tie commented.

"I used to work as a teacher in a kindergarten in Minsk. When the children repeatedly disrupted the order and made a mess of the lunch break cots, I beat them hard with a broom.

I was admitted to the Kozlovich psychiatric hospital in the Grodno region, 250 km from Minsk, and my parents did not come to visit me once, because I was a damned shame on them. The hospital gave me a large amount of clomipramine and carbamazepine, and the medication made me drowsy and dazed all day, gaining weight to 140 pounds, and vomiting from time to time. So...... I don't really think it's a cute little glitch. Natalia calmly recalled.

Gu Tie coughed twice, peeking at the White Russian beauty whose face and figure were impeccable.

"That, it was Lao Ba who rescued you from the mental hospital?" he asked with the guilty pleasure of snooping.

"It's your business. Barr appeared at the door of the living room, his face cold.

"Bishnoi, let's talk. The hostess stood up and stepped forward.

"Well, I'll go out for a walk. Gu Tie stuck out his tongue and fled the battlefield in a hurry.

Push open the door and the fresh air will lift your spirits. The hillside is covered with lush pasture grass with slightly yellowed grass, and a herd of white goats gathers at the other end of the fence, licking the dew from the blades of grass. The gentle hills stretch as far as the eye can see, and the high autumn sky is intoxicatingly blue. At the bottom of the hill, next to Professor Tariq's new grave, Aunt Sula and Amber stood, two women chatting about something, both with tears on their faces.

"Where's my black brother?" Gu Tie asked without seeing the timpani.

"Jogging. Be on alert. Amber wiped the corners of her eyes and replied as if nothing had happened.

The female warrior wore a long blue cotton dress provided by Natalia, wrapped her hair in a floral turban, and her nose was red from crying, like a simple peasant woman who did farm work and was wronged. There was a small black shadow moving on the opposite hillside, and Gu Tie could barely recognize the form of the timpani. The three of them took a deep breath and looked at the green mountains in the distance.

Breakfast started fifteen minutes later, and Gu Tie couldn't help but look at Barr and Natalia, but the faces of the parties were quite calm, including Amber.

"Iron, there is a TC-II satellite receiver in the storage room, after breakfast I went to collect relevant information, and the others packed up, and we set off on time at 10:30, and there is a Federal Reserve warehouse thirty kilometers from here, where we get our vehicles and documents and head northeast to cross the border from Chebsk into Russia. In order to avoid satellite reconnaissance, we set out in three batches and rendezvous at reserve warehouses. Barr said as he cut the bacon.

"From the war years to the present, the GTC's satellite reconnaissance methods have not improved much. Gu Tie commented.

"Thanks to the Framework Convention on Air-Space Reconnaissance (2035), the resolution of satellite photographs is limited to the meter level. Amber laughed, drawing a cross on her chest with her thumb, index finger, and middle finger.

Aunt Sula frowned. Catholicism and Orthodox churches draw crosses in opposite directions, and there will always be a little bit of this awkwardness in a team with a complex religious background.

Natalia's eyes didn't make contact with anyone else, and she finished her plate and fiddled with her knife and fork with her head down.

"How is Joe?" Gu Tiechong said to the Italian Nunu on the hospital bed.

"I have a fever, I have taken medication, there is no danger, but I am very weak. Aunt Sulla replied, "Feed him some honey beetroot soup, this boy is too reckless, and should have let me carry it a long time ago." ”

People turned their heads to look at the snipers and then lowered their heads to eat.

Barr sat across from Amber, and the two made eye contact before moving away. The atmosphere at the table was very delicate, and for a moment no one wanted to speak first, only the sound of chewing food and the collision of knives and forks was heard. Gu Tie added some salt to the omelette and threw the quadrangular salt shaker back on the table, and Natalia spun the salt shaker with some dissatisfaction until the four sides aligned with the edge of the table.

"I'll go online and confirm the news of your victory. Gu Tie simply dropped his fork and fled from this awkward breakfast.

He scurried out of the hut and found the little storage room behind it, which was stuffed with farm implements, cheese, and hides, and smelled unpleasantly fishy.

Gu Tie covered his nose and found two large sealed crates under a large stack of broken linoleum. Finding a crowbar to pry the first box open, Gu Tie found enough NATO-made equipment to arm a squad, assault rifles, squad submachine guns, pistols, portable rocket launchers, grenades, offensive grenades, and a well-maintained AS-50 sniper rifle covered with a thin layer of yellowish gun oil. He took out a 9mm pistol, flipped it, threw it back, closed the lid as it was, knocked the wooden nails back one by one, and glued the seal.

The other box contained body armor, a tablet, a satellite phone, a walkie-talkie, a whole bunch of weird mechanical gadgets that I couldn't name, and two satellite receivers. Gu Tie picked up one and took a look, the bulky stainless steel shell made the base sink his hands, the various interfaces flashed with the unique luster of gold, the base stood a 40*40 cm square antenna, and the bottom was decorated with an inconspicuous brass nameplate, which was engraved in Russian: TC-II phased array satellite antenna/N**IS Navigation System Design Bureau.

Great! Gu Tie jumped three times with joy.

This model of Russian gadgets is a sought-after item on the black market, he once saw scrap products from the Russian military at a friend's place, which were used as a special interface for small-scale DOS attacks after repairs, and worked stably for three years without restarting, plus automatic frequency hopping and anti-reconnaissance functions that evade addressing, it is really a sacred object that cannot be expected by the people.