If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon

Chapter 896 Negotiation Breakdown (110)

Be sober and watchful.For your adversary the devil prowls about like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour.

5 Peter 8:[-]
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The furnace has never burned so violently, those flames are like rising tide water, eroding, licking and sucking the furnace wall.Going a step further, the flames are soaring, and there is no ashes left, but they stick to their desires, and their repeated attacks stop behind the safe harbor.

The longbow is full like a moon, and the trigger is dripping with sweat.

No one moved, the fire crackled in my ears, the trivial hiss outside the cabin was getting closer, the whispers of those devils came again, wrapped around their ankles like snakes, cruising upward inch by inch.

"Here we come." The huntress and the lieutenant colonel said at the same time with tense faces.

It was like a bell ringing on time after prayer. As soon as the voice in my heart fell, the raging fire in the wooden house went out without warning, like an invisible hand gently pressing on the burning firewood , buried all the flames in the gray dust.

The dark blue darkness enveloped the entire house in an instant, and everyone's breathing sounded as the fire extinguished. The dark blue darkness was like the tide flooding their mouths and noses, and the cold air that was no longer purified by the flames could only be breathed in. Can freeze the lungs out of ice.

The huntress's hands and feet were cold and motionless, maintaining the state of drawing the bow, her eyes widened to adapt to the sudden darkness. When she finally saw the scene in front of her clearly, she found the double-barreled long spear that was originally aimed at her forehead. The barrel of the shotgun moved three positions away.

The huntress's heart suddenly trembled, because she saw the fear, heart-piercing fear in the eyes of the robber who raised the gun.

That was beyond the anger and bewilderment of being poisoned by my sister, and beyond the fear of their hatred. The grief and pain were overwhelmed by the colder than the blizzard, and the hatred also bowed its head in the face of despair and was willing to face the situation.

In the reflection of Vika's pupils, outside the glass window of the wooden house, a face is almost stuck to the glass surface. It is a dry and knotted face like bark, the face of a devil, which can only be seen at the bottom of nightmares. Scenes.

Those golden eyes that were like lamps were moving slowly, passing one face after another stunned by horror, until they stopped at the corner of the wooden house - the siblings on the stove.

The double-barreled shotgun fired, flames burst out from the gaps in the mechanical parts, and dark blue gunpowder smoke rose from the mouth of the barrel in one breath.

There was no sound of glass shattering, because the shot was shot crookedly. The moment Vika pulled the trigger with his fingers, the huntress and the lieutenant colonel took a step forward almost at the same time, and stretched out their hands to support the double-barreled shotgun. Tube.

The gun was sprayed solidly on the ceiling of the wooden house, and a large amount of sawdust flew down amidst the smell of gunpowder. In the darkness, Vika was immediately hit by a knee in the abdomen, and was slapped hard under his ribs, causing severe pain. His eyes almost popped out, and he curled up and fell down like his sister on the ground.

The huntress pressed the shotgun to the ground, and Lieutenant Colonel Andre looked back out of the glass window, holding his breath and staring at the devil.

The devil didn't seem to be irritated by the sudden gunshot, but the gunshot was like a rallying horn, more and more black shadows with strange faces came out of the coniferous forest, and they walked out of the forest under the fluttering golden light , approaching the wooden house step by step until it surrounded the whole house.

A wall, a real wall.

Everyone in the wooden house was far away from the walls, especially the gate. Even through the thick wooden piles, they could feel the bone-chilling coldness of the devils outside. It was a terror that seemed to suck the life of all living people away. .

Will it break in?Will it break through the window?

Everyone stared at the devil staring at the wooden house at the window, and the old hunter Aryan on the stove looked at the golden flames outside the window with trembling lips. He had never seen such a hellish scene for many years. , That is the desecration of the old hunter's own beliefs, the destruction of the three views.

The current wooden house is the weakest defense. If the maze-like coniferous forest in the morning and the shortage of food are all to weaken their fighting power in the wooden house, then these devils have indeed succeeded.

Using hunger and people's hearts perfectly disintegrated their due resistance. Up to now, there are less than three people in the whole room who can fight. Dusha and Adam were poisoned and lost their strength. Included in the battle strength, only the huntress and the lieutenant colonel are worthy of a fight.

The huntress quietly grasped the recurve wooden bow in her hand, twisted the arrow feather with her right hand and put it on the bowstring, she was ready for a desperate fight.

But what she didn't expect was that at such a crucial moment, the only person she could rely on by her side, who was supposed to be the most powerful person in the wooden house, made an unexpected move.

Lieutenant Colonel KGB, Lieutenant Colonel Andre, he put away his pistol under the incomprehensible gaze of the huntress, and walked towards the glass and wooden window in the deep blue darkness.

He stood in front of the wooden window, facing the devil almost face to face.

"I want to talk," he said.

As the words fell, the door of the wooden house was opened by a force, and the bone-chilling Siberian night wind blew in from outside, and the white wind and frost blew everyone's necks in the dark.

"Just talk here."

Lieutenant Colonel Andre gave a precise answer to the devil's whisper, he stared at the devil outside the window, "You know I won't be too far away from the 'inheritance', this is my reliance, and it is also Negotiating capital."

heritage?Negotiating capital?The conscious people in the room didn't know what the lieutenant colonel was talking about. They thought the lieutenant colonel was hallucinating because of excessive fear, and he was talking to something he couldn't see or hear.

"The KGB never compromises. If you know us well enough, you should know that your demands are meaningless."

There were whispering voices in Fengshuang, but those voices were too ethereal, like the friction of vines growing wildly, but the huntress suddenly realized that it wasn't that the lieutenant colonel was crazy, he was really talking to the 'devil' Speaking, the devil's answer is hidden in the wind, but no one can understand it except the lieutenant colonel!
"The incident of Black Swan Harbor has already spread to Moscow. The highway from Siberia to the outside world has three steps and one checkpoint. The airport and train traffic are blocked. Even if you get the 'heritage' of the motherland, you cannot leave." Andrei Lieutenant Colonel's face illuminated by the golden fire in the devil's eyes was as hard as steel.

The huntress suddenly remembered the "secret mission" that the lieutenant colonel had said before that he came to the extreme northeastern part of Siberia. She suddenly seemed to think of something, and turned to look at the couple hidden in the shadow of the corner of the kang. cub.

The whispers of wind and frost continued, and the devil seemed to be bargaining.

"That is the 'heritage' that belongs to the motherland, and it is also the capital of the motherland's revival." The lieutenant colonel is not afraid of the devil's whispers, "The privileged class spends tens of billions of rubles in state funds every year, just to continue the 'δ' plan The surviving is only to leave a miracle of turning around before the huge disaster, and now that the disaster has come, the miracle should be brought back to Moscow."

There was laughter in the wind, so sarcasm, accompanied by coldness deep into the bone marrow.

"The Soviet Union is invincible, and all difficulties will pass." The lieutenant colonel was unmoved by the devil's ridicule, "The country's wealth is indeed being distributed to the republic, fighter jets, aircraft carriers and even nuclear weapons, but this does not include the 'δ' plan, you guys Crossed the line."

"Project 'δ'?" The huntress couldn't help but speak.

No one pays attention to her, whether it is Lieutenant Colonel Andre or the devil outside the window, they seem to be at a stalemate over what the Lieutenant Colonel said

Silence.

"Okay." Lieutenant Colonel Andre said, "You can give it a try."

Suddenly, the huntress saw Lieutenant Colonel Andre pull out the Makarov pistol and aim it at the devil's forehead outside the glass, and the trigger was pulled without hindrance.

The hammer smashed the gunpowder and the flames spewed out, accompanied by the deafening sound of the gunshot, the glass shattered, and everything in front of the lieutenant colonel holding the gun barrel was wrapped in a thick black smoke!

This is not a pistol, this is simply a small steel cannon!How could the power of this Makarov pistol suddenly increase so much?

The huntress covered her ears in an instant, her head was buzzing, and she quickly turned her head to look at the window. But now there is no window, even the wooden frame and glass window disappeared with the shot just now, only There is a big hole that connects to the world of ice and snow outside!
The huntress on the ground had a blank mind, but she quickly drew the full bow and pointed it at the huge hole.

She was ready for those devils to come rushing in like a tide, but after the thick black smoke cleared, she unexpectedly found that the black shadows outside the wooden house that were originally surging like a tide disappeared all of a sudden!
Everyone in the cabin was dumbfounded, except the lieutenant colonel silently put away the Makarov pistol and turned to look at the crowd. It's golden.

(End of this chapter)