Although Harbala's physique is several times stronger than that of ordinary people, after following several middle-aged and strong men who drilled into the submarine from the torpedo tube with a civilian version of the submarine's torpedo tube, some blood still emerged from Harbala's mouth, nose, ears and eyes.

He shook his head hard, and before the annoyance in his heart had dissipated slightly, Harbala asked the two middle-aged men who responded to him in a hoarse voice, "Where is my companion?"

It seemed that he was a little admiring for Harbala's strong physical fitness. A middle-aged man who also got into the submarine from the torpedo launch tube spat a bloody spit on the floor: "Don't worry! They are all in the VIP room in the submarine... Let's go, you will see them soon!"

Half pushing and half wrapping, a middle-aged man wearing a sea soul shirt muttered, while guiding Harbala through one round cabin after another and reached the crew cabin at the back of the submarine. He saw Tang Guoming, who was locked in an iron cage similar to a prison, and looked at the middle-aged man following him: "What does this mean?"

He opened the lock on the iron cage fence gate without any concern, and the middle-aged man following Harbala carelessly pulled out an old Tokarev TT-33 pistol that was pinned behind his waist, poked Harbala's firm arm with the barrel: "This is for everyone's safety! We don't want some guys shouting and moving inexplicably on the submarine, which will make everyone feel bad!"

He ignored the middle-aged man holding a Tokarev TT-33 pistol and signaled himself to get into the iron cage. Harbala stood steadily outside the iron cage with his arms in his arms: "There is no need! You send us where we should go, and then you collect money, and we leave, each one will have the convenience. I think the price we paid is enough to allow us to get better treatment?"

Haha laughed, the middle-aged man standing next to Harbala skillfully pushed the Tokarev tt-33 pistol on Harbala's temple and pulled the pistol hammer away: "You can't help but pick on this..."

Before the middle-aged man could finish his words, Harbala suddenly leaned back and just as his forehead was removed from the muzzle of the pistol, he reached out and grabbed the sleeve of the Tokarev TT-33 pistol, and neatly pulled the Tokarev TT-33 pistol into his hand.

Taking advantage of the situation, the middle-aged man was pushed back two steps. Kharbala raised the Tokarev TT-33 pistol in front of the middle-aged man. He could not see how Harbala's fingers moved. However, in the blink of an eye, the Tokarev TT-33 pistol had been dismantled into parts by Kharbala and fell on the floor with a tingling sound.

After coughing a few times, Tang Guoming slowly stood up, walked out of the iron cage with Pan Guan's support, and said to the middle-aged man with a look of astonishment: "We have no malice, but we do need some medical supplies, as well as food and drinking water. Otherwise... I'm not sure if we can reach our destination!"

He also stood up tremblingly, and Bao Lei slowly walked out of the iron cage with the support of Fu Xiaofei. Perhaps because of excessive blood loss, Bao Lei suddenly staggered when he stepped out of the iron cage, and his whole body completely pounced on the submarine bulkhead covered with various pipelines.

Hurryingly helped Bao Lei up, who was unable to stand firm at all, Fu Xiaofei also looked at the middle-aged and strong man who was a little at a loss with panic: "He needs to use your medical room, it is best to find a special doctor to see his injuries..."

Before Fu Xiaofei could finish his words, an extremely hoarse voice sounded at another hatch door beside Harbala and others: "I can also provide you with some bullets specifically for cleaning up troublemakers!"

As the words came, the sound of the automatic rifle pulling the bolt sounded sharply. The middle-aged strong man who was originally standing beside Harbala also quickly slipped to the hatch door when the automatic rifle pulled the bolt, and skillfully closed the hatch door.

Turning his head and looking at the two middle-aged strong men holding automatic rifles at him, Tang Guoming gently pushed away Pan Guan who was supporting him: "It seems that the person who can make the decision is here?"

A hoarse voice sounded again from behind two middle-aged strong men holding automatic rifles: "Get back to your special cabin! Otherwise I wouldn't mind canceling this deal!"

After walking a few steps towards the direction where the sound came, Tang Guoming used his body to block the eyes of two middle-aged strong men holding automatic rifles: "I said - give us medical supplies, food and drinking water, otherwise... we will die together!"

As if I heard an extremely funny joke, the laughter of metal rubbing against each other suddenly rang from behind the hatch: "Hahahaha... I die together? Just you?"

Slowly over his body, Tang Guoming raised his hand and pointed at the position he had touched when he was just throwing his thunder into the bulkhead pipeline: "Fifty grams of high-explosion explosives, triggering and remote control dual detonation mode. This explosion equivalent is definitely not enough to blow through the bulkhead of the submarine, but it can destroy several of the main pipelines. Your submarine operators are not fully equipped, even if all of them come to fight for damage to the tube, you can't clean up the situation in a short time. So..."

Before Tang Guoming finished speaking, the hoarse voice was already roaring in Russian extremely violently: "No one could pinch Vikias' throat!"

With a slightly frown, Tang Guoming responded subconsciously in Russian: "No one can cover the eyes of the monk!"

It seemed as if he had never expected that Tang Guoming would say this in Russian with a standard accent. After a moment of silence, an old man with white hair poked his head out of the hatch door: "How do you know the motto of Saint Nicholas Training Camp?"

Tang Guoming: "I was once lucky to visit St. Nicholas Training Camp!"

With a muffled groan, the old man with white hair suddenly came in flexibly from the hatch door and stood steadily between two middle-aged men holding automatic rifles: "When did you go to St. Nicholas Training Camp for a pilgrimage?"

Looking at the old man with white hair and hair, the naked upper body of the old man was covered in various colors, Tang Guoming responded in harmony: "It was almost ten years ago!"

A trace of sadness suddenly flashed in his eyes, and the old man with white hair and hair shook his head heavily: "Ten years ago? I'm afraid you are the last group of pilgrims in Saint Nicholas Training Camp! Now... it's gone, Saint Nicholas Training Camp, it's gone!"

He reached out and patted his chest gently, and Tang Guoming responded in harmony: "In the hearts of real Russians, Vikias and the monks will never leave! Without the Saint Nicholas training camp, there are naturally other training camps that have risen up! Just as the ascetics Saint Georgi and Vikias St Andre said - even if the temple does not exist, the gods will always stay in their hearts!"

Staring at Tang Guoming's eyes, the old man with white hair and hair was like an elderly lion, carefully scrutinizing his kind who had rashly entered his territory. After a while, the old man with white hair and hair sighed and reached out and pressed the two middle-aged strong men beside him and pointed at the automatic rifle barrels of Tang Guoming and others: "We only have vodka, black bread and sour cucumbers, which can fill your stomach, but cannot treat your injuries!"
Chapter completed!