Tang Ning threw the snow ball aside and gently patted the snow foam on his hand. He took out his cell phone from his pocket and wiped the frost on the screen with his fingers. He looked at the time and it was 11:50. In another ten minutes, it was twelve o'clock. The new day began.

He also thought of what the Russians thought of. Although the distance was too far and I couldn't hear what they said for the time being, no one was stupid.

After a simple thought in his heart, he did not deny that this was a good way. Maybe he would not need to rescue him at that time and Dad Yao would be able to escape from danger. After all, he came here to save people rather than kill people.

The cold wind at night was still blowing like a knife, making waves of whimpering sounds in the forest. Time passed little by little.

During this period, Tang Ning's attention has not been relaxed, nor has he left the fire, especially Yao's father lying under the roots of the tree. Once he finds that his life breath has weakened, he can't wait to search the team. This means that no matter what concerns he has in his heart, he has to take action immediately.

Whether it is murder or hurting someone, no one can tell what has not happened. They are all guesses in advance, and everything depends on the on-site response.

Everything is based on the safety of Dad Yao’s life as the top priority!

Suddenly, Tang Ning's movements stopped. The skin and muscles were tensed instantly. The bones made clear sounds. The toes gathered and buckled inward. The energy in the body flowed rapidly with the blood, like a cheetah ready to rise at any time.

The eyebrows were raised high unconsciously, and the dark eyes were locked in one direction. There were less than twenty meters away from the fire, the four Russians. They were two slightly raised and slowly moving snow piles. If they had not had keen senses that surpassed ordinary people, the unique subtle observation ability of practitioners, they would never have noticed that abnormal movement.

Not to mention that it is a dark night, even during the day, except for Tang Ning, it may not be possible to find out if it is another person.

"Hmm? There are still people..."

The unexpected variable made Tang Ning dare not delay any longer. His body quickly slid down the trunk of the larch tree and lay in the snow. The snow buried most of his body, with only half of his head left on the snow surface, and his hands exerted force and sliding towards the fire.

He has a high cultivation level and excellent force, but he cannot do the legendary light skills of Stepping on Xue Wuhen. He also lies in the snow pile to slide and advance. Although the speed is slow, fortunately there is no sound. It is the same as the two snow piles that are slowly advancing in the distance.

...

Waiting in the cold and dark night was very difficult. During this period, two Russians worked hard to pull out some branches from the nearby snow and put them in the fire. The fire could not be extinguished, otherwise, there would be no need to wait until the Chinese police arrived. They would be fucked by the frozen people first.

"Oh, damn God, damn China, damn places, colder than Siberia. Yes, I curse them, I curse all this." He wrapped his cotton coat tightly, and his thick scarf wrapped his head with only a pair of light blue eyes with white frost on his eyebrows. He shrank his neck and wanted to shrink his head into his chest. His hands were gathered in his cuffs. He jumped around and jumped around in the same place. He had to keep moving his body to resist the heavier and heavier cold air. The boots were completely frozen, and his toes were as painful as a knife. Sarkovic, whose body was getting numb and stiff, kept cursing, and suddenly said, "What time is it, gentlemen?"

"Oh, it's almost two o'clock." He looked at the watch, then quickly retracted his hand back to his cuffs. His body was wrapped tightly, and Bernev, who looked like a big rice dumpling, also stood up, imitating Sarkovic's trembling, and jumped around in circles. The hat and coat collar were stained with a thick layer of white frost. Ice smears appeared near his mouth. His lips turned blue, his nose tip began to numb, his color turned white, and he was unconscious.

"Damn it, it's so cold. Gentlemen, I can't stand it, where are you?"

Igor, who has always been calm and the most insidious, stared at the fire, and two strange flames were beating in his light blue pupils. "Gentlemen, I think something is wrong. With this fire as a guide, the efficiency of Chinese police cannot be so slow."

"Oh, no, dear Mr. Igor. What do you mean?" Bernev's already ugly face turned even more ugly when he heard Igor's words. This made him feel badly premonition. He felt even more uneasy. He swore that after he went out this time, he immediately urged his companions to return to China. And he would never come again in the future.

Damn China, damn cold, makes Bernev have nightmares.

"Gentlemen, Igor's words are not wrong. I think something must have happened. The Chinese police will not come." Lev, who had always spoken very little, was stiff like a stone. If he didn't speak, he had already said that as soon as he opened his mouth, the hearts of several people instantly sank to the bottom of the valley and even began to fall into despair.

Yes, so long has passed. As long as the Chinese police are not blind, they will not be unable to see the fire in the dark. Until now, there is only one possibility. They gave up search and rescue. They gave up their compatriots and their colleagues and partners.

If no one comes to lead them out, wouldn’t that be trapped and frozen to death here?

The vodka outside, women, have not enjoyed enough, how can they die here? And they are frozen to death like a coward, beggar, and homeless alcoholic.

This way of death is something that once soldiers, soldiers, and arrogant Russians cannot accept!

"Oh, no!"

The harsh roar resounded through the night sky. Fear and despair caused the furious Sarkovic to pull out his pistol, his eyes shining fiercely. He strides towards Dad Yao, who has not seen any movement until now. The sound of sliding the bolt and loading the bullets seemed particularly clear at this time.

"Stop, Mr. Sarkovic, what do you want to do?" Igor suddenly stood up and stepped in front of Sarkovic. "Do you want to kill that Chinese?"

"You get out of here, Igor. The Chinese have given up on their own. Your hostage plan has failed. We must leave here, this Chinese is a burden. We must kill him."

Crack, another sound of bullet loading. Bernev had a gloomy face, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and he also came over with his gun. "Igor, Sarkovic's words are right. The Chinese police will not come. Then this Chinese will lose the role of hostages. We don't need to continue to carry him. One shot, just one shot, can make him sleep here forever. Let the damn Chinese know the price of abandoning us."

"Wait, gentlemen. I don't think we can kill him yet. Okay. Don't make a noise first... What we need now is to calm down, calm down first..."

"Sedule? No, no, Igor, what you need now is not calmness, but to let these Chinese people know that the Russians who abandoned heroes are an unforgivable crime." Sarkovic, who had completely lost control, ignored Igor's dissuasion and walked side by side with Bernev and walked to Yao's father who was curled up in a ball, as if he had lost his breath of life.

Two pairs of eyes were filled with strong murderous intent, violent eyes, and two crazy faces with grim smiles. Two black muzzles pointed at Yao's head at the same time. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!