Chapter 21: The Chase (3)
Salim's words also piqued my interest, that thing was indeed much more powerful than I thought it would be after it exploded. What did we say when we made the plan? It seems like it's just a gadget to distract the other person, right? But now it's something that can be used for terrorist attacks.
"Yes." I looked at Lukovic and said, "What the hell are you doing?" Why do I think you're going to blow up the police station? β
"This..." Lukovich smiled a little awkwardly and said, "There is a mistake in the calculationγγγγγ Miscalculation... β
"He just did it on purpose." Kristovich, who was driving, said, "As soon as you left for the police station, he started to get his hands on that thing, and he said he had to send all those bastards to the sky." Surely he did it, and he did it on purpose. β
"Who did it on purpose? I just put two bombs together ... Lukovic said unconvinced, "It's almost the same anyway, don't you waste it?" β
βγγγγγγβ Before I could speak, Salim said, "Do you think this is a fire to cook?" Don't think it's enough, just put some more? Christovic is right, you just did it on purpose. β
"Alright." I waved my hand, "Whether it's intentional or not, except for the remote control, which doesn't work very well, everything else is pretty good." At least we escaped with almost no hindrance. β
"Luckily, it rang. Otherwise, I don't even know how we're going to get out of there. Salim said with a wry smile.
Lukovich looked at him as if he had gained confidence again, nodded and said, "So, I just made some mistakes in my calculations." β
I shook my head and said, "It's best not to make such mistakes in the future." Especially the problem that doesn't work. If we go out and blow it up, it's all over. β
"Okay." Lukovich, "I admit it, indeed... This is indeed a big mistake. It won't happen again next time. β
"Next time?" I said as I looked out of the car again, "I hope it will be done smoothly this time, and there will be no next time." β
The others, of course, knew what I meant, and they didn't say anything, but sat quietly in the car. But fortunately, after a moment of silence, Komova, who was sitting in the back seat, spoke again: "You ... Where are you all from? You don't look like Russians in appearance or accent. β
"Huh. Madame, you're right. Lukovich, who was sitting next to Komova's daughter, smiled and said: "None of us are Russians, the bearded one sitting next to you is Salim from Chechnya, and I and the guy who is driving are from Yugoslavia. And the person in the passenger seat is from the eastern power south of Russia. β
After listening to Lukovich's brief introduction, Komova said: "Look like you all have fought? Mercenary? β
"Madame, you're right again. We've all been at war, I fought those Albanians in Yugoslavia, and the bastards from NATO. Salim and the Russians fought, haha. And the co-pilot's one has beaten even more. Lukovic continued to laugh, as if to say something lighthearted and worth boasting about.
"I think so. You don't hurry, think about the missions we did when we were soldiers, and you know that you have a lot of experience. Komova chuckled.
"Oh? Madame, have you ever been to war? Lukovic seems to be particularly interested in such topics.
When Komova heard him ask about this, she immediately shook her head and said, "I don't. This is not the time of the Great Patriotic War, those wars are no longer the turn of women. We had just done the task of guarding the perimeter with guns on our backs, and we thought that everyone was quite nervous at that time, and there were always all kinds of rumors, some said that the situation was not good, and some even said that it was our turn. In fact, nothing happened in the end ... When I think about it now, I think it was ridiculous. β
"Huh." Lukovich smiled and said, "Then you were quite looking forward to it at that time?" β
"Yes. There is something to look forward to. "At that time, people were young and had a different education, not only with enthusiasm but also with some heroism. I always want to make meritorious contributions to the motherland like those heroes. But.. Later I realized that the reality was not what I thought it would be at all. Far from it, too far from it. β
"Actually, you're lucky." Salim, who was sitting next to him, said, "It's a lot worse than in the movies before." People's life and death are taken very lightly, no one values these anymore, whether it is life or death, all they care about is fighting, as if they are crazy. β
"I'm watching the news here, and Chechnya fought badly a few years ago." Komova looked at Salim and said that she did not have any scruples about Salim fighting Russia in Chechnya.
"That's right." Salim said and gestured to my position, "He's there, too." After saying that, he sighed and continued: "Actually, it's not just Chechnya, we have been to Afghanistan later, and it's even worse there." β
"And how are you doing this?" Komova asked, puzzled.
"One last time." I said and looked back at her, "This is our last time." If it goes well, we'll all be retired. β
This sentence of mine seems to put an end to the topic just now. After another moment of silence, everyone changed the subject, just chatting about some interesting things from their respective soldiers, and sometimes what they said made the little girl who had been nervous and scared chuckle. Of course, these topics were led by Lukovic, who has always been more eloquent, and in such a situation, I suddenly felt that Lukovic played an important role. In the past, the market thought that he was long-winded, but now I feel that this is a rare advantage.
There were talks and laughter along the way, which made time faster, and the road felt less long. Before we knew it, we were out of the range of Karonge and headed out in a southeasterly direction.
However, this relaxing time did not last long, and the situation on the road changed. First, there are more and more cars on the road, and then traffic jams begin to appear. This makes us all nervous again, and the most terrible thing is to lose the speed and delay on the way to escape, not to mention that such a congestion can make it more difficult for us to escape when something happens.
The speed of the car is getting slower and slower, and the car in front of it starts to stop and go. Kristovich, who was driving the car, couldn't help but say: "What are we going to do? Moving on? β
I looked ahead and to the left and right, and soon I saw a car parked on the side of the road in the opposite direction from us. A man was standing on the side of the road as if waiting for someone.
"Wait to put me down. I'm going to ask someone. I said.