(Thank you Meow Baron for the reward, two-in-one update, there is an update in the middle of the night)

The reason why we Russians have such a high mortality rate and become an endangered race on the planet is because we are too tough. - said Boris, the standard-bearer of the sunflower banner "Principal".

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4:30 a.m. Moscow time.

A Gulfstream 650 private jet at Sherementyevo Airport will set sail at dawn, when the skyline is so dark that dawn seems out of reach, with only the faint lights of the terminal shining through the windows into the cabin.

The spacious cabin, lined with eighteen dark brown leather sofas, was filled with people in SS uniforms, Iron Crosses, and eagle skull caps, and if it weren't for the Gulfstream G650, it would be too modern to look like a trip back in time to World War II.

No one spoke in the cabin, and the atmosphere was so quiet that it was "suffocating", and the reason for the somewhat heavy word "suffocation" was because each of them wore black masks like gas masks.

There was one exception, who wore a burgundy suit and a clown mask.

"No. 3, how long will it take to take off?" The clown with Erlang's legs crossed turned his head impatiently and asked the man wearing a gas mask on the side, and a white 3 was printed on the gas mask's canister.

"Sith sir, there's still an hour ....." Number 3 said in a deep voice as she turned to the Sith the Clown, the voice oozing from the mask like the wind from the abyss.

"An hour? that's terrible, it's boring to go out with you sack-faced (German: Sackgesicht, like fools), I'd rather get in a prison van than in this grave-like private jet......" Sith the Clown said, raising his hands in displeasure.

"I'm sorry, Sith-sama, for making you feel unpleasant. Number 3 bowed in apology by bowing his gas mask-wearing head.

"Sorry is pointless..... Why don't we play a game?" said Sith the Clown, turning his head to look at Number 3.

"I'm sorry, Sith-sama, the Führer told me that I can't bet with you, and ...... play games," No. 3 bowed his head again, and said apologetically.

Sith the Clown smacked his lips and made some strange noises in the quiet air, then raised his hands, made a helpless movement, and rested his legs on the table in front of him, "Okay, call me when you get there..... I'll get some sleep first, maybe something interesting will happen to me in my dreams!"

"Sith-sama, you haven't decided which train we're chasing!" reminded Three.

"It's up to you to decide, I don't care. The Clown Sith replied rather irresponsibly, then folded his hands over his chest and rested his head on the couch.

"The Führer has said that everything is at your command. ”

Sith the Clown shrugged his shoulders and said, "My command is for you to make your own decisions. ”

"I'm sorry, Sith-sama, but please give us an accurate order. Number 3 bowed his head again and replied in a stubborn tone.

The Clown Sith let out a strange laugh, straightened up and said: "In this case, we will decide on rock-paper-scissors, if I win, why should I chase K20, and if you win, we will chase 240." ”

"I'm sorry, Sith Lord, the Führer ordered not to bet with you, and to play ....."

"Führer..... I also order you to obey my instructions in everything, so do you carry out or not carry out this decision I am making now. Sith the Clown interrupted Number 3, and his tone suddenly changed from playful and relaxed to cold and unforgiving.

"Sith Lord ......"

"I'll give you three seconds to consider whether it's rock-paper-scissors or disobeying my orders. Sith the Clown quickly raised a finger and signaled for the timer to begin.

Three, who wears a gas mask, is in a dilemma, it is not allowed to play games with the clown, and it is not allowed to follow the orders of the clown, which is an irreconcilable contradiction.

Time was too short for him to think, so he could only follow his instincts, and when the Joker Sith's fingers were raised twice, he stretched out his fist.......

The clown put his arm around No. 3's shoulders and said in his ear in a voice that had always been very low and soft, but somewhat hoarse, "Hey! Tell me how you broke through the mental barrier of 'disobeying the Führer's orders'?"

Number Three didn't speak, his body trembling a little, as if there was an unknowable horror monster behind him.

"Is it because fear of me overcomes fear of the Führer?" said the Joker Sith loosening his black tie with one hand, "My father was an artist who told me from a young age that I was his greatest work in the world..... And I inherited his legacy, and I also aspired to be a great artist, and he.... If I like to sculpt people's bodies, then I want to carve people's souls....."

This sudden monologue plunged the entire cabin into a deep silence, as if it had entered a vacuum, and the sound could not be transmitted, only the strange voice of the clown Sith echoed with misfortune in excitement, and his word-by-word tone was filled with a chilling harsh sensation in the intervals, which made people get goosebumps all over their bodies.

"We're here to help! So..... You're so serious!"

“hy so serious?” Sith raised his hands and looked back at the dozen or so people in gas masks sitting beside him and behind him, as if curious.

So the gas masks in the cabin shook their heads and let out a contrived smirk......

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When Cheng Mo did not arrive in Russia, he was suspicious of the title of "Fighting Nation" and felt that it was a bit exaggerated, and when he arrived in Moscow, he found that all this was so real and ridiculous that it was a little ridiculous.

In Russia, the legend about "one Russian aunt is worth five American soldiers" is true, when Cheng Mo and Xie Minyun took the subway, they saw a few young people like the old boys singing and dancing, smoking and making trouble in the carriage, but a big aunt with a big waist walked over and only said: "Can you sit down well?"

In addition, the things about Russian aviation are also true, and they are completely different from other companies' planes that rise and land gently, and the civil aviation pilots piloted by Russian pilots are almost straight up and down, so that you can deeply feel the hard pull from gravity, so when the plane lands smoothly, you applaud wholeheartedly, and thank the crew for their grace.

But these well-known things don't seem to be able to fully depict the fierceness of the fighting nation, but it's more like a ridicule, but at this moment, Cheng Mo deeply understands what it means to be "tough".

Knowing that the other party has a gun in his hand and the space is so narrow, the other party dares to open the door and force it, and does not shrink back when a person is dead, but continues to rush inside regardless of it, which is simply brainless and reckless......

Perhaps this is the racial skill of Russia - berserker.

Just after Xie Minyun shot a person with a non-standard Mozambique shooting method, the other party did not hide behind the door and shoot back as Cheng Mo thought, but continued to shoot inside, but the lights were turned off, the vision was poor, and all the bullets hit Varuyev's body.

Fortunately, the terrain was really favorable to them, and the door of the private room could only accommodate the next person to pass through, so the people from the Wild Wolf Gang outside were not able to swarm in, so the second person once again became Xie Minyun's live target.

The two men fell to the ground and seemed to have no effect on the Russians outside, and the third man still rushed in fearlessly, but the fire was terrifying, and the AK47 lit up a brilliant tongue of fire in the flickering space of the train, and the gunfire was so loud that it even drowned out the sound of the train galloping.

The shrill chirp of the AK47 was like a spear made of sound waves, piercing through all other noises on the train.

The window glass shattered in an instant, the debris from the bullet sinking into the wall flew wildly, the crisp sound hitting the steel plate, and the muffled grunt of the mineral water bottle as it was punctured..... Carriage 16 was thrown into chaos, and all the people in the room rushed out and asked loudly what was going on.

And the Russian gangster who was standing at the door and pulled the AK47 trigger was hit in the leg by Xie Minyun again, but this time the other party also learned smartly, forcibly did not kneel to the ground, grabbed the door frame and fell backwards, and shouted in Russian: "Under the bed, under the bed!"

Being found so quickly was obviously beyond the expectations of Cheng Mo and Xie Minyun, and fortunately, although the location was discovered, the backward movement of the opposite direction also prevented the people behind from rushing in.

The gunfire stopped, and the air fell silent, and the cold wind that kept pouring into the carriage blew away the smell of blood and the smell of gunpowder from the metal bullet casings.....

The gangsters with broken legs were moaning in the carriage, and the outside had become a mess of porridge, and the footsteps were chaotic, and countless people were gathering in this direction, asking what was going on.

The two gangsters who were left outside the carriage saw that the situation in the No. 16 carriage was out of control, so they did not continue to rush, and stood at the door with a walkie-talkie and shouted: "Carriage 16, carriage 16, we encountered a shootout while checking for suspicious characters, Mr. Varuev's condition is unknown, and two brothers were sacrificed....."

Xie Minyun took the opportunity to change the magazine, and said in Chinese: "There are still 12 bullets..... How's your contact with Uncle Li going?"

"No problem, the other party is here, just hold on for a while...."Cheng Mo, who was hiding under his bed, said calmly, there are still ten seconds before he can activate the carrier, plus it takes one minute for the carrier to be activated, which is one minute and fifteen seconds.

Seeing that the other party did not continue to shoot, nor did he continue to forcibly rush inside, it seemed that he could survive this minute and fifteen seconds.

Xie Minyun heard Cheng Mo's voice very calmly, and said that the other party had come over, and breathed a sigh of relief, but when he looked towards the door, he saw the wide eyes of the Russian who fell to the ground, looking at her deadly, and began to think that he must be accurate, so his eyes automatically ignored the corpse, and at this moment Xie Minyun realized that he had killed two people just now, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, his abdomen spasmed, and he almost vomited.

Xie Minyun retched a few times, then coughed a few times, and said to Cheng Mo: "This is the most terrible trip of my life..... I used to think that the spy war plots in the movie were both exciting and romantic, but I didn't expect to realize that these are so cruel in reality after the real experience....."

"I don't think it's necessary to think about it, because if you think about it too much, you will find more indifference and ruthlessness in human nature, and for these people who have already committed many crimes, ending their lives is to give them liberation. ”

Although Cheng Mo was close, his voice seemed to be unusually far away, Xie Minyun didn't dare to turn her head to look at him, she was afraid that someone would suddenly rush in, she was thinking about why Uncle Li's people hadn't come yet, she was thinking that she would be more grateful for life after returning to her warm home, she was thinking that it was not so bad to be able to be held by him, as for who said the fat pig, Xie Minyun couldn't remember it at all, and she couldn't remember who talked to whom first, all in all, it was considered Cheng Mo to lose, he was a fat pig.

Xie Minyun is thinking nonsense, she understands that she shouldn't think nonsense at such a time, but all kinds of thoughts are running around in her mind, and she can't stop it, but all this will not prevent her from shooting accurately when someone appears at the door, which Xie Minyun knows very well, her talent in shooting is quite good, she can hit 559 rings when she moves the target, you must know that the Olympic champion is only about 590 rings.

Xie Minyun said softly: "Cheng Mo..... I went back..... I invite you to drink milk tea....."

It's a pity that Cheng Mo couldn't hear what Xie Minyun said at this time, he had already activated the carrier.

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The spiral chain of colored DNA swirled in the bathroom closest to the sixteenth car in the 17th car, and Cheng Mo's consciousness had left the body, and for the first time he felt that the first minute of activation was too long, he could see everything around the carrier, the faucet was ticking and dripping water, the train was speeding through a coniferous forest, and the carrier on the roof of the car ran towards the sixteenth car like lightning.

Obviously, the shootout just now attracted everyone's attention, Cheng Mo had a headache, the gangsters were okay, but those chosen ones were not so easy to deal with, and the only thing he could rely on was that he couldn't be seen on the map.

At this moment, Cheng Mo can't manage so much, he has to save Xie Minyun and his own body first, as for Li Jiting's unreliable master, Cheng Mo has no time to think about what he is doing for the time being, all in all, he feels that since he met Li Jiting, everything that has happened is very strange.

When the map was spread out in front of Cheng Mo's eyes, it meant that the carrier could move, Cheng Mo took out a mask from his pocket and put it on, framed the hat of the jumper on his head, and then hurriedly pushed the door and walked out of the bathroom, he had to rush over immediately to protect his body.

The good news is that the gunshots did not go off, indicating that he and Xie Minyun are still safe at present.

The carriage was shaking, and there were many people standing in the corridor, talking, some of the more timid were standing in the door, and there were many people crowded at the junction of the sixteenth and seventeenth carriages, who were looking through the windows of the iron door.

Cheng Mo, who came out of the bathroom, didn't attract anyone's attention, he took three steps and made two steps into the connection, Cheng Mo stood behind a group of people watching the excitement and said in English: "Trouble let me go, let me pass....."

A few of the people in the group looked back at Cheng Mo, and one of the foreigners said kindly: "There are terrorists over there, there is a shootout, don't go over." ”

"You've been deceived, those people in camouflage are not policemen, they are not soldiers, they are terrorists...," Cheng Mo said.

"Don't talk nonsense!"

"How do you know?"

"How is that possible?"

A group of people eating melons immediately chattered and made a noise, without the slightest intention of getting out of the way, Cheng Mo had already seen through the glass window that the other party's reinforcements had rushed over from other carriages, presumably all the gangsters were walking in this direction, and there were more red dots on the map, most of them were hidden in the room, and there was one in the room of the Northeast Kuaishou brother next to Cheng Mo.

Cheng Mo forcibly stretched out his hand to push away the crowd crowded at the junction and opened the door, "You will know later......" said that Cheng Mo entered the sixteenth carriage, he heard several gangsters in camouflage uniforms running quickly from the fifteenth carriage, and the upside-down eyes running at the front asked loudly: "What's the matter?"

A gangster standing at gunpoint on both sides of the door of the private room replied, "The vice-principal received a report that there was a suspicious person in car No. 16, so he came to check, and someone shot him dead inside.....

This gangster suddenly turned out to be one of the short-haired men with older grades and a hoarse voice that Cheng Mo had met that night who was talking at the junction of the carriage.

The upside-down eyes frowned, and asked as he walked inside, "Who is inside?"

"It seems to be two Chinese children.....," the short-haired man guarding the door replied with some embarrassment, and then he defended: "But it must be trained, and the marksmanship is very accurate." ”

The upside-down eyes sneered, and raised the pistol, "It's okay to hurry back to your room, in case you are accidentally hit by a stray bullet, you can only consider yourself unlucky!"

The people who followed the bald head also raised their guns to drive away the people who were standing in the carriage to watch the excitement, most of these people were Russians who were not afraid of death, and some unrelated civilians from other countries had long been hiding in car 15.

He turned his eyes and walked to the door of the 41-42 private room, and shouted loudly in Russian: "People inside, I will give you ten seconds to come out of it, I guarantee your safety....."

The short-haired man standing at the door with a gun immediately said, "What is that going on? They killed our principal!"

Hanging eyes glanced at him and said, "We have to catch it alive..... Do you understand or don't you understand? Do you want me to call your helper now, and Pamoshev will call you?"

The short-haired man could only keep his mouth shut.

So he opened his mouth and shouted inside: "Your resistance is meaningless, come out now, I swear in the name of God that I will absolutely guarantee your safety..." Seeing that there was still no response inside, he turned his head and asked his subordinates who were also bald on the side, "Do they not know Russian? Which of you can speak English? Ask in English!"

At this time, Xie Minyun's slightly nervous voice sounded inside, "You call the police, you call the police, we will go out....."