Mysterious treasure chest

Chapter 469 Siberia
The primeval forests of southern Siberia.

It is covered with white snow, and the sky and the earth are covered with snow, except for the cold wind whistling like a knife, there is almost no other movement.

This is also normal. When the south is already preparing to usher in spring, the temperature here is still below zero, and even the highest temperature during the day is only ten degrees below zero. As for the lowest temperature, it is terrifyingly low Thirty degrees below zero.

In such a terrible low temperature environment, almost no creature is willing to run around, except humans.

It was already afternoon, and I saw four snowmobiles coming slowly from the north, and they didn't stop until they reached the edge of the primeval forest.

There are a total of 11 people in this convoy, all of whom are white men with typical Slavic characteristics, also known as Lao Maozi in China.

In the front car, the driver was a young, lanky man. He had just stopped the car when he took out a small steel jug from his arms, unscrewed the lid and gulped it in a few gulps, drinking it. At the end, he also had a wine hiccup.

The bald man on the co-pilot seat next to him couldn't help but frowned: "Kochakin, don't drink a couple of sips, or else when you go back later, if you overturn the car, the boss won't let you go." .”

But Kochakin said indifferently: "Hey, I had an accident just like that, and that time it wasn't because I drank too much alcohol, but because there was a problem with the car at that time. You must know that I am a car god , the more you drink, the more stable you drive."

The bald head rolled his eyes, and he didn't bother to say anything, because Kochakin's driving skills are indeed very good, he is regarded as the top three masters in the large area around here, and he is famous for not drinking or driving. Vodka known for its high alcohol content.

Kochakin took another two sips before putting away the flagon contentedly, and looking for a topic out of boredom: "Tank, do you think the mission that the boss took this time is reliable? Although this forest directly crosses the border, the terrain is too big." It's too complicated."

As he spoke, he breathed out towards the car window, and the white mist immediately turned into ice flowers. Kochakin shrugged and said, "Besides, in this season, it's so cold that even your nose can freeze off, especially in the forest." Everywhere is dangerous, not to mention smuggling, even smuggling, no one is willing to choose this time and this place, so how could someone come across it?"

The bald man nicknamed 'Tank' is serious: "You care about so much hair, anyway, we can do whatever the boss tells us to do. Everyone's life is hard these days. If the boss didn't give us a bowl of food, we would just do it. I'm afraid we all have to be lumberjacks, how can we be as comfortable as we are now."

Kochakin curled his lips again, and chuckled: "You are strong enough to be a lumberjack. If someone like me drives and likes to drink, I'm afraid you can't even be a truck driver."

He couldn't help but took out another sip from the jug, and then changed the subject: "However, our bowl of rice is not delicious. It looks relaxed and beautiful on weekdays, but the risk is also high. When it comes time to fight with real knives and guns, it’s just to tie your head on your trouser belt and go all out.”

Tank snorted coldly: "In these days, how many people want to work hard but haven't had a chance. If you don't want to do it, you should tell the boss as soon as possible that you can get a bargain here and be a good boy."

"Hehe, alright, alright, just pretend I'm drunk and talking drunk, and with the boss's mind, how can you have the same knowledge as a person like me?" Kochakin laughed at himself and stopped talking.

In fact, he is also very clear that what Tank said just now is correct. In this area, there are many unemployed people who die drunk in the ice and snow every winter. Compared with being poor and dying drunk on the streets, working for the boss is nothing .

The convoy just stopped quietly at the edge of the forest. Kochakin took out the flagon to take a sip from time to time, while the tank focused on a large area in front of it, and picked up the binoculars next to it to look carefully every few minutes.

The binoculars he uses are not ordinary binoculars, but similar to military binoculars in spy movies. Although the function of this thing is not as exaggerated as in the movie, it is still much more powerful than ordinary civilian binoculars on the market. Using it, tanks You can have a panoramic view of the large area in front of you.

To be honest, the old man lacks everything, but these things are not lacking. In China, you can often see scammers peddling these real and fake Russian products.

Besides the telescope, there is also an automatic rifle beside the tank, and on his body, there are also pistols and daggers, and what is even more frightening is that there are two grenades, and these things are all genuine like the telescope military products.

It's just that these weapons and equipment look relatively old, and should be things produced in the last century, but even so, these things are still powerful killers.

After about half an hour, the sky gradually darkened, but against the background of white snow, the surrounding visibility was still quite high.

Kochakin had already finished drinking the vodka, he poured the last drop of the wine into his mouth, then licked his tongue impatiently, and shouted impatiently: "Fuck, I just said that this time the matter is unreliable, how can anyone If you will smuggle here in the cold winter, wouldn’t that mean you’re asking for your own death?”

Tank frowned and said, "Shut up! Are you drunk, kid? You can't stop complaining, I..."

Suddenly, a small black dot appeared in his vision, and this small black dot rushed out of the forest quickly.

Tank quickly stopped talking, picked up the binoculars to look over, and then let out a light snort, a little afraid to say: "Dog? And it looks like it's just a puppy, and the breed is not a snow dog. It's impossible for him to meow. Bar?!"

Kochakin also rubbed his eyes and tried his best to look over there, but at such a long distance, the details could not be seen clearly with the naked eye alone.

He didn't bother to look at it, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Hey, Tank, you don't care what kind of dog it is, anyway, we are here to pick up people this time, not dogs."

But at this moment, the tank suddenly burst into foul language again, saying incoherently: "Fuck, man, it's really a man!"

As he said that, he quickly grabbed the walkie-talkie and started calling: "Boss, someone came out of the woods. His appearance and physical signs are highly consistent with the photos. This should be our target this time."

Kochakin next to him was still puzzled, muttering: "Why is it a dog for a while, and a man for a while, the tank didn't drink, is it the legendary werewolf?"

He was drunk and his brain was wide open, but soon, a person and a dog came to the convoy, and Kochakin was completely stunned.

　Thank you Iori もえ for the reward, thank you.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)