Gu Tie walked out of the Mongolian restaurant with a harmless smile on his face, and spread his hands to meet the heavily armed soldiers, "Oh, my dear brother Ramovich, why are you late? Wine, I drank it like this when I was talking about business with my Mongolian friends last night, and now I smell of alcohol, you see...... I'm sorry for your trouble!"

As Gu Tie expected, a soldier who spoke Mandarin Chinese was whispering to his companion. "Wait a minute, sir. A soldier with the rank of 3rd non-commissioned officer hesitated and stretched out his hand to stop, "Please cooperate with our inspection......"

"Thank you, thank you. The Chinese, pretending not to understand him, nodded and continued to walk, pulling Terry up the three steps of the restaurant.

The muzzles of the soldiers' assault rifles hung down to the ground and whispered around the non-commissioned officer, and the third-class non-commissioned officer looked down at the PDA in his hand and shook his head. The tailgate of the armored personnel carrier opened, and the soldiers wearing camouflage training uniforms began to board the armored vehicle, Gu Tie saw all this through the reflection of the revolving door glass, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief. As Mongolia's two major import and export destinations, China and Russia contribute 95% of the country's import and export trade quota, and it is impossible for Mongolia's state apparatus not to be afraid of the identity of Chinese and Russian merchants.

One step further, you can step into the revolving door and enter the restaurant, get rid of this embarrassing interrogation, the identity of the two people who can't stand scrutiny and the clown's confused expression will definitely not be able to fool through, Gu Tie can't wait to jump over the glass door to get out of trouble, but he has to pretend to be reproachful, and the clown's footsteps are swaying, looking like a man with a hangover.

At this moment, a sudden gunfire rang out in the sky, which immediately interrupted the noisy atmosphere in the dining room and froze the footsteps of the soldiers boarding the car. The Chinese's face immediately turned white, and he pushed the clown on the back and shoved him into the revolving door, turning the door leaf hard. "Oops!" Terry thuded into the dining room, smashing a table with dishes and juices pouring down.

Where is the enemy? Gu Tiefu lowered his figure, put his right hand into the pocket of his coat and grasped the handle of the pistol, and slowly retreated towards the restaurant. Judging by the direction of the gunfire and the crisp reverberation, it should have been a shot from a small-caliber pistol or revolver, coming from the rear left of this Mongolian restaurant, where the kitchen and bathroom are located. Five soldiers grabbed assault rifles and jumped out of the armored car, lined up in battle formation, shouted loudly and approached the restaurant, I don't know who started to flee first, the guests in the hotel began to crowd and rush out, Gu Tie turned sideways and stared for ten seconds, the crowded crowd clicked and shattered the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, stepped through the glass shards all over the ground and ran away, he took the opportunity to flash into the restaurant, looking for the traces of the Glory Circus partners in a mess of cups and plates.

"Over here!" shouted the white-faced George, poking his head out of the door of a private room.

Gu Tie quickly moved over against the corner of the wall, and saw the clown who was protected by Aiwa in the private room, this guy's face was stained with the soup of stewed mutton, and his amber eyes were full of confusion. "What's the situation?" the Chinese asked urgently, glancing back outside. Soldiers dispersed the crowd as the armored vehicle slowly retreated, and the 12.7mm machine gun turret peered into the room with the muzzle of a black hole. Although the Chinese-made W95 heavy machine gun using NATO shells was a technology of 40 years ago, the firepower is more than enough to cover this narrow space of 100 square meters, and no one is stupid enough to confront a killing machine that fires 700 rounds per second.

"It's not clear, Bot is already out. Little Lori looked at the window next to her, which led to the alley behind the restaurant, and the sash had been kicked off, "Safe!"

"They came in. Do you want to fire?" asked George, who was holding a SIG556 short assault rifle, in a low voice.

"What's the fire, are you crazy?" Keith took Gu Tie out, quick!" Eva took out her two silver Colt "Mont Python" revolvers out of nowhere, and whispered urging. Gis, who had half a face, jumped on the windowsill first, stretched out his hand to pull Gu Tie, the Chinese snorted coldly, lungeed a little on the windowsill, and flew out of the window quickly and floating.

Armed with a British Bushman miniature submachine gun, he faces the end of the narrow alley to stand guard. Soon, Eva helped Terry out of the window, and George was the last to climb onto the ledge, "Are you sure you don't shoot? A defensive grenade saves a lot of time, and I happened to have two with me." ”

"That will only increase the probability a lot, you idiot!" Little Lori scolded mercilessly, "Let's go!"

The group began to run through the intricate alleys of Zamyn-Uud, Gu Tie tried his best to build a topographic map in his mind as he advanced, but as the distance from the RV became farther and farther, the quantum network signal became weaker and weaker, and finally the dialog box in the field of vision flickered twice and disappeared into invisibility. "Damn!" he cursed viciously, "there is a tic-tac-toe slum in front of it, and after passing through it is another street, and I can't see it any further." Any ideas, Eva?"

"Go to the wilderness. Little Lori replied without hesitation, "I understand the horror of the ** national armed forces, if they get to know our traces, the armed army will completely block Zamyn-Uud, and then block us in the sewers." Walking through the city and into the wilderness, they couldn't track a grain of sand in the desert. ”

"I don't know who the enemy is. Gu Tie shook his head, "I don't even know if there are enemies, so I just leave that RV like this—I believe those valuable weapons are not for display—isn't it too hasty? What if that gunfire is just a soybean in the kitchen?"

Eva stopped abruptly, and the Chinese almost hit her headbutt, screaming and stumbling to stabilize her figure. Little Lori stared at him with a smile: "I said, you have the right to make any choice. Now listen to you, the fate of the Glorious Circus is in your hands. ”

The clear eyes made Gu Tie's heart furious, "I didn't mean that......"

"George?" Eva snapped her fingers.

"Soviet-made T1933 or Chinese-made Type 54 pistol, 7.62mm*25mm pistol cartridge, judging from the sound of the gun, the rifling should be very worn, and the locking mechanism also has gunpowder gas leakage, which is an old gun of the last century. Xiao Baimian touched the beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, pinpointing the source of the gunshot, "I didn't see a ballistic, and I didn't shoot continuously, it shouldn't be an attack on the boss or the clown." ”

"Forward, forward, forward. Gu Tie didn't want to argue with Xiao Lori anymore, so he waved his hand and ran forward. Several people from the Glorious Circus did not move, looking at Eva inquiringly, and the thirty-year-old girl bit her lip and nodded. A group of people continued to grope their way through the winding laneway, and the Chinese understood very well that this group was not centered around him, and shook his head with a wry smile.

Fortunately, there were no pedestrians in the alleys of Zamyn-Uud's slums at noon, when adult men and women should have gathered near the customs and train station, trying to extract a little illicit profit from Chinese merchants with fake cigarettes, fake liquor, and knives and tweezers. Both, who acted as a spearhead, turned a corner and made two quick "safe" gestures with his left hand behind his back.

A few people turned around the narrow alleyway, the alley in front of them was about forty meters long, and the canopies on both sides stretched out of the eaves and met in the air, blocking the sunlight tightly, and the tattered clothes hanging on the rusty wires fluttered in the wind, filling the air with a disgusting milky smell. "Turn two more corners, cross the main road, go straight, you should be able to leave Zamyn-Uud, this city is not big, I hope ......" Before Gu Tie's words were finished, a figure in camouflage suddenly flashed at the end of the dark alley. A spot of light shot through the canopy on the scope of the Mongolian soldier's assault rifle, and both sides were stunned.

"Puff puff!" The dull three bursts of fire set off blood on the soldier's chest, Gu Tie and Eva turned their heads in shock, and saw that the muzzle muffler of the little white-faced George was emitting countless dots of muzzle flames. SIG556 assault rifle bullets spread in triangles at two-centimeter intervals in the enemy's chest, at a distance at which even Kevlar body armor could not stop the penetration of 5.56mm rifle rounds. The soldier fell to the ground with a thud, and immediately behind him rang out Mongolian shouts, the sound of gunfire disturbed the dead silence of the ghetto, the intense return fire crackled and shot death on the broken wooden walls at the mouth of the alley, the windows shattered, the canopy fell with a thud, and the underwear on the rusty wire fell to the dust. "Bote, back up, let's go!" Eva gritted her teeth as she turned back as she pulled Terry into her arms, and the miniature submachine gun in Beard's hand began to spew flames "suddenly" in a deterrent covering attack.

Gu Tie slapped George's face mercilessly, "Smack!" The right side of the little white face slowly appeared red, but he didn't show any pain on his face, and shouted stubbornly: "I did the right thing, boss!"

The group began to retreat the way they came, burrowing through the dark ghetto, sporadic gunfire behind them. Stay a little longer, and more Mongol soldiers will join the search, and they must leave the enclosed area immediately, but the same dilapidated sight has lost their sense of direction, and the second time they run through the same foul-smelling public toilet, the half-faced Gies exclaimed: "Lost!"

Eva suddenly raised her right hand and fired two shots from the Colt "Monty Python", "Bang bang!" There were two more smoking bullet holes in the wall, and a lucky guy who was crouching on the ground to avoid the shooting shouted in stammering English: "Don't, don't kill me!" I can take you out......