Deep in the underground passage used for storage, a drunken old man ignored the Chechen soldiers who were carrying night vision goggles, walked a few steps inside while holding on to the metal shelves, unhooked his belt and poured out a parabola smelling of alcohol.

However, when he saw the pile of cargo boxes that had disappeared out of thin air at the end of the passage, the parabola that was accurately poured onto the canister of a fake gas mask trembled, and then even wetted his face.

Hands and pants!

Looking back at the Chechen soldiers who were carrying the goods in fear, Malikov hurriedly put on his belt, picked up the flashlight originally placed on the pile of goods, and pointed the beam at the end of the passage. Even this drunk old guy

, and rubbed his eyes vigorously.

Until he confirmed that the crucial cargo pile was really gone, big beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Malikov? Marikov!"

The shouts behind him made him shiver. He immediately removed the beam of the flashlight and responded impatiently in Russian, "What are you shouting for? I'm not deaf yet."

"Why do you, old guy, pee so much?"

A Chechen soldier with the rank of captain complained helplessly, "Come here and check the quantity. If there is no problem, I will sign and take it away. Also, stop speaking in Russian. If you are caught, you will be thrown outside."

of."

"I know, let me count."

Malikov responded nonchalantly in Chechen. As he spoke, he followed the soldiers who came to carry the goods to the intersection outside. Then he carefully counted the boxes that were moved out and registered them meticulously.

He asked the captain to sign and then watched them leave.

"Standing guard, is there anyone here to move supplies today?" The drunken Malikov continued to ask in Chechen.

"How do we know?" One of the tall, thin young soldiers replied impatiently.

Of course he was impatient. Compared with guarding the two passages, standing stupidly at both ends of the warehouse was certainly not a good job - especially the old guy who was responsible for the entry and exit registration always ordered people to come over and stand guard to help move the warehouse.

That, or asking them to clean the house or even help run errands at every turn.

"Go get me something to eat."

Before Malikov finished speaking, he had already taken out two Soviet lunch boxes from his small room and handed them to one of the guards. "Get some more vegetables and meat. At least fill these two lunch boxes for me. If there is milk,

, just help me get some more."

"Why do you, old guy, eat so much?" the tall and thin guard complained reluctantly as he took the lunch box.

"The chefs in the cafeteria don't have any objections. Why are you so talkative?" Malikov shook the bottle of wine in his hand, "Get me another bottle of vodka."

Before he could finish his words, the young soldier had already left his post, carrying two lunch boxes and walking towards the canteen not far away that was open almost 24 hours a day.

Even though he and his companions complained a lot about Malikov who always asked them to run errands, everyone knew very well that they would use the excuses that the other party gave them to help them wander around, find a place to sit, and wait until the shift was about to change.

It's much more comfortable to go back than to stand like a telegraph pole at that intersection.

As for the reluctant attitude...it is naturally a tacit understanding between the two parties that goes without saying anything.

While I was helping the old guy prepare food, I found an extra place to sit and rest for a while and smoked a cigarette. I also went to the field hospital opposite to meet and kiss my girlfriend who was a nurse working there. This seemed like

The soldier, who was in his early 20s, calmed down and walked back to his work station carrying the cold meal.

However, he didn't know that just as he left the warehouse door, Malikov, who had already hid in the room, had already pulled out a special switch handwheel for explosion-proof doors from the gap made under the mattress.

, and then he took out a TT33 pistol with almost pulp out of the drawer and loaded it with bullets.

After a moment's hesitation, he stuffed the pistol under the pillow, opened another drawer, and took out a Makarov silenced pistol with a silencer.

Compared to the TT3 that has been with him for most of his life

3 pistol, this pistol bought at a high price on the black market a year ago is undoubtedly quieter and more suitable for the upcoming environment.

Looking at the soldier standing alone outside, Malikov put the pistol on his belt, slung the handwheel that was big enough for a car steering wheel on his back with a belt, and put on the dirty 82 technical condition uniform again.

.

Touching the handle of the handwheel hanging on the waist of his trousers, Malikov tried to jump. After making sure that neither thing would fall, he immediately opened the door, picked up a metal ladder, and walked deeper into the warehouse.

He said loudly in Chechen, "He who is standing guard, remember to call me when he comes back. I want to go in and fix the lights. There was a light tube that kept flashing just now."

"I will call you when he comes back," the chubby young Chechen soldier at the warehouse door immediately responded loudly.

At the same time, Wei Ran, who had just pushed open the door of the decontamination room, and the two people hiding behind him in the darkness looked at each other. Feishenke immediately translated the Chechen conversation in the distance into something that Wei Ran could understand.

of Russian.

Gently closing the door, leaving only a crack, Wei Ran whispered, "That old guy seems to have realized something is wrong."

"Since the other party didn't say anything just now, there must be something we can reach a consensus on."

As he spoke, Fischenk loaded his silent pistol with bullets, "And maybe he really just repaired the light tube."

"Don't be so optimistic, get ready for battle." As he spoke, Rezri also drew out his silent pistol.

While the three of them were waiting through the crack in the door, Malikov also carried the ladder and walked to the shelf where he had just peed.

Although it was not clear that there were several rows of shelves and the door gap that was only as thick as a finger, but with a burst of noise, most of the light outside the passage was blocked.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Immediately afterwards, the flashing light tube closest to the end of the passage also went out, and the end of the passage was completely plunged into darkness.

A moment later, the old man came over with a flashlight. After some inspection, he hid behind a pile of goods, pointed his gun and flashlight beam at the door of the decontamination room and whispered in Chechen, "Come out, I know you are hiding.

There. If you don't come out, I'll call the guards to come in!"

After a while, the door of the decontamination room slowly opened from the inside, and Wei Ran, with empty hands, walked out while performing the dharma ceremony.

Seeing that someone was really hiding here, Malikov was obviously startled. He lowered his voice and asked in Chechen, "How did you get in! Who do you belong to?!"

"Can you speak in Russian?" Wei Ran also lowered his voice, "I don't understand Chechen."

"You...where are you from?" Malikov asked in a low voice in Russian. While speaking, he couldn't help but glance at the explosion-proof door that was blocked by a tarpaulin not far away.

"I didn't come from the other side of the explosion-proof door. I came from the outside." Wei Ran said, and looked at the shelves in the distance. At this time, the shelves were tightly covered by a tarpaulin bag, which also blocked the outside.

The guard's gaze.

"How long have you been hiding here?" Malikov asked in a low voice. "Is there something important to you on the other side of the blast door?" Wei Ran ignored the pistol and questions that the other party had raised in his hand.

, walked a few steps forward with both hands raised, came to the edge of the goods pile, looked at the surprised and nervous expression on the other party's face, and at the same time reached out and gently held the silencer on the other party's pistol and whispered, "So you don't dare

Shoot, especially if you dare not hand me over to the guards outside."

"Are you Russian?"

Malikov took his weapon away from Wei Ran's hand and asked with a cold face, "What do you want to do? You don't dare to let me hand you over to the guards, do you? It's not easy for you to reach here.

matter."

"Before that, how about satisfying my curiosity?" Wei Ran pointed to the blast door behind him, "What's in there?" "It's just an abandoned air raid shelter, there's nothing there." "Since there's nothing there.

No, how about you let me go to the other side and take a look?" Wei Ran took the initiative to put his raised hands together, "You can tie me up, I just want to satisfy my curiosity."

"Are you Russian?" Malikov asked again. "Of course."

Wearing 82 technical strips

Wei Ran, who was wearing the same uniform, replied in a low voice as a matter of course, "I am a soldier of the 131st Brigade. The battle on the ground failed. I came here through the sewer accidentally in order to survive, and then I hid here while others were not paying attention."

"

"Only you?" Malikov asked in a low voice.

"Of course" Wei Ran pointed behind him, "If you don't believe me, you can go look inside."

"I'll find it"

As Malikov spoke, he had already taken out a piece of thick wire from his waist, "Since you want to see the other side, I have no choice but to tie you up.

But as long as you don't make too much noise, I guarantee that you can survive until the end of the war, but you have to keep quiet."

"This is probably the best news I've heard in the past two days." Wei Ran honestly allowed the other party to use a thick wire to twist his hands together, and then searched his body again.

, and took away the captured submachine gun hidden in his back.

Confirming that Wei Ran would not resist, Malikov carefully went to the decontamination room with a gun and searched. As expected, he was unable to find Feshank and Rezli, who had been hidden in advance.

Not daring to waste too long, Malikov found nothing and unbuttoned the cotton-padded jacket on his upper body, untied the belt slung across his chest, took off the handwheel on his shoulder, mounted it on the explosion-proof door and began to spin it in circles.

Perhaps because of sufficient lubrication, no sound was made whether the hand wheel was turning or the explosion-proof door was opened.

However, the other side of the explosion-proof door was dark and there was no light at all.

"Go in, there is some food and drink here, enough for you to hide until the war is over. I will help you turn on the lights when I get back."

Before Malikov finished speaking, he had already pushed Wei Ran in, and then he closed the explosion-proof door, which was more than ten centimeters thick, as quickly as possible.

Waiting quietly for the explosion-proof door behind him to become completely silent, Wei Ran, whose hands were tied with wires, immediately took out the flashlight from the metal book and turned it on.

Under the warm yellow light beam, the first thing he saw was the explosion-proof buffer walls that crisscrossed left and right and went straight to the ceiling. On these concrete walls, there were Soviet posters that popularized science about nuclear war.

Looking up and down, left and right, Wei Ran held the metal hanging ring at the end of the flashlight with his mouth, then took out the wire cutters and leaned against the corner. He fed the thick wire that helped his wrist into the olecranon shearing blade, and held it with both hands.

Holding the head of the pliers, pushing the handle with your feet, you can easily cut through the wires that bound you.

Putting away the wire cutters, Wei Ran carefully passed through the explosion-proof buffer walls with a flashlight, and then saw a space twice as big as the warehouse at the other end. There were even several Ural 375s parked in this space.

Trucks, two Soviet jeeps, a few fire trucks that were obviously outdated even in this era, and a few Soviet-style chemical defense and decontamination trucks that seemed to be in pretty good condition.

The end of these mechanical equipment has been completely blocked due to collapse, and there is even a layer of water about five centimeters deep on the surface.
To be continued...