"Zhu Mingjun, why did you kill them? Let's go!"
Cui斯特 felt no joy in defeating the enemy, but rather more fear. He immediately tried to pull Lin Yuan away.
"We can't escape. Someone's coming."
As soon as he finished speaking, three figures emerged from behind the trees, two men and one woman, their faces obscured.
"Precise marksmanship," the man in the middle spoke, praising Lin Yuan's shooting skill before asking, "May I ask what brings you into our church's territory?"
He didn't recognize the two people who had themself so tightly wrapped, especially Lin Yuan, whose combat uniform was adorned with dark patterns.
This ostentatious display made him suspect these two were sent by a rival organization to scout their situation. And how did this person discover the crows in the trees now? It's nighttime!
If Lin Yuan had heard this, he would have argued back; anyone could see those large red eyes.
Brother Praise had already rested his hand on the rifle's stock.
He felt he couldn't let these two live.
The Lin Yuan opposite said nothing, clearly noticing his movement.
Are they going to fight?
"Bang bang bang."
The tense atmosphere was finally broken by three gunshots. Lin Yuan fired the bullets in his gun before they could.
A large pool of blood flowed from the heads of the three people lying on the ground, dyeing the surrounding snow red.
But things weren't that simple. When these people mentioned "church" just now, he knew this was no ordinary matter.
These people were not ordinary folk; they had some connection to the Everlasting Church.
However, this habit of putting on a show before a fight was somewhat similar to hsAC.
hsAC: Annihilated, do not mention!
He waited for two minutes at the spot, but the three figures showed no signs of regrowing their heads.
They're dead for sure?
Or have I fought so many things that come back to life that I've developed a reflex?
Regardless, the three people on the ground had become corpses.
It was a pity the car was blown up. Otherwise, he would have performed the old tradition of dousing the corpses with oil, setting them ablaze, and reducing them to ashes.
In the end, he simply found some large stones nearby, buried them all under the stones, and nodded with satisfaction.
After the fight, he felt restless without dealing with the bodies.
"It's a shame there's no oil. Cui斯特, let's clean up and leave."
Cui斯特's eyes were wide open watching Lin Yuan the entire time. He was numb. What was with that skillful technique and that regretful tone!
"Little Zhu, we're in serious trouble now. They'll track us!"
"Is there no way to avoid it?" Cui斯特 had been worried about this. But if he didn't fight just now, they would have died here. He had to do it.
"There is, but we need alcohol or other liquids with a strong smell to mask the traces. But this area is mostly fir trees, with very few red oaks. We can't even find wild animal droppings. How can we mask it?"
Cui斯特 was so anxious he wanted to defecate, but something like this required a bit of luck.
"Hahahaha, Cui斯特, look if this works?" Lin Yuan heard that alcohol would work and quickly opened his food and supplies bag, taking out the vodka given to him by Simonov earlier, 750ml.
Elise then realized it was a blizzard outside: "Mmhmm, hurry in, hurry in."
After Lin Yuan entered, he helped Elise close the door. Given the wind outside, closing the door was indeed a strength-requiring task.
As soon as the door was closed, the temperature in the room rose, and Lin Yuan's mask instantly fogged up.
It felt a bit hot.
Taking off his gas mask, Lin Yuan removed the top of his combat suit.
The house was very well insulated. It was likely built with hollow red bricks and a layer of insulation, or perhaps some more advanced insulating material.
As for Cui斯特, he rushed to the fireplace to warm himself as soon as he got home. Lin Yuan could clearly see the steam rising from his body, indicating the melting of snow water condensed in his clothes.
Beside him was a bed, on which lay two children, one about Liu Ziyi's age, seven or eight years old, and the other only two or three.
"Cui斯特, did you bring the medicine back? The children's fever hasn't subsided!"
Cui斯特 extended his trembling hand, pointed at Lin Yuan, and said, "It's here, with Zhu Mingjun. He's our benefactor. Don't say anything you shouldn't."
From the moment they entered, Elise had focused most of her attention on Lin Yuan, the stranger.
Because he was laden with weapons and holsters, and carried a Vector submachine gun.
That was an automatic weapon!
Seeing Elise's wary gaze, Lin Yuan smiled and pointed to two packages nearby.
"Madam, don't be nervous. I'll get the medicine now."
He would leave the rest for Cui斯特 to deal with after he recovered. Cui斯特 was still frantically warming himself by the fireplace. As a father, he had to ensure he didn't get sick from the cold.