Regarding aerial hunting, Lin Nuo probably had fantasy before he came.

After all, the original words Si Chen told him were:

"Brother, come here. I will take you on aerial hunting with a helicopter. It will be fun!"

Little Nono, who knew nothing about Si Chen's danger, brought his bodyguards, wore a thin suit and a cashmere coat custom-made by Si Xiaoxiao, and came.

Later——

The innocent little Nono first put on tattered thick cotton clothes without any image.

Then he put on the pretentious Shi'er Snow Fox Fur that Si Chen gave him.

Then, starting from the aerial hunting, this out-of-control trip to Siberia completely started.

At this moment, at an altitude of a thousand meters, little Nono was frozen, and his upper and lower teeth were trembling.

He reluctantly held up his satellite phone and contacted the bodyguard:

"Where are you two? When will you pick us up?"

"Mr. Lin, we are heading to the mining area!"

"Don't go! Go back quickly!" Lin Nuo sniffed, turned around and asked:

"Si Chen, where are we now?"

Si Chen loudly announced the current course, coordinates, speed, wind strength, and that he was driving Mr. An.

Such specific parameters help bodyguards find them more quickly.

Lin Nuo was afraid that the other party wouldn't hear, so he repeated it loudly.

Mr. An is making too much noise, and the tractor in the sky is not calling for nothing.

After hanging up the phone, little Nono looked at the dark sky outside the window, feeling hopeless.

Now, at this time, he doesn't even have the temper anymore.

What else can he do? What else can he do!

"Lin Nuo, the second master is having a temper again. Hold the pusher, I'll use the rocker to give it another shake!"

As Si Chen spoke, he stood up and walked over.

Lin Nuo was completely unresponsive and was in a state of shock!

…

Shikov hurried back and saw fires and thick smoke billowing in the direction of the camp from a distance.

The sound of gunfire has stopped, and the scene in front of me looks like the aftermath of the war.

Shikov still has great trust in his deputy regiment.

He subconsciously thought that the deputy regiment had captured Lev and his group.

Three thousand people against three hundred people, isn't that just a punishment?

When the helicopter landed firmly at the camp, Shikov strode down and shouted:

"Tough men of steel, let me see your results!"

In the light of the fire, the entire camp seemed eerily quiet.

The air is filled with the strong smell of gunpowder smoke.

No one responded to Shikov, only the sound of beeping and burning.

"Sir, I, I don't feel like the situation is very good."

The correspondent who followed behind had a pale face and trembling lips:

"The deputy regiment knows you are back, shouldn't he come out to greet you in person?"

Shikov paused, and the smile on his face gradually stiffened.

He looked around cautiously and finally realized something was wrong!

"Oops! It's not Lev who controls all this!"

It's too late to say it, but it will be soon then——

"Boom" sound!

The electric switch was pushed up and the whole camp was brightly lit!

A strong light shone through, and Shikov subconsciously raised his arms to shield his eyes.

Soon there was the sound of footsteps approaching one after another, and a large number of military boots stepped on the snow, making a heavy and muffled sound.

When Shikov's eyes adjusted to the bright light, he slowly moved his forearm away, only to see——

There were people on three levels inside and three outside, forming an airtight circle around him.

Everyone held guns in their hands, and the black muzzles were all pointed at Shikov.

The communications soldier beside him was so frightened that his legs weakened and he knelt on the ground:

"Sir! Something is really wrong!"

"Shut up!" Shikov's face was dark, and his braided beard swayed in the cold wind.

His eyes were full of vigilance and his muscles were tense, like a beast surrounded by wolves.

People who have truly experienced combat will wake up and tighten their muscles the moment they realize the danger, and enter a fighting state in one second.

Shikov already understood the ins and outs of the matter!

At this time, if he no longer knows what happened to him, Shikov has spent half his life in vain.

He looked up at the second floor of the officers' dormitory area, pointed at a certain room, and shouted the name of his deputy regiment.

What responded to him was the sudden sound of music:

"Hallelujah!"

That impassioned tenor made the circle around Shikov shrink instantly.

As he watched, the black muzzle of the gun approached step by step——

"Let's see who dares!" Shikov roared angrily, saying that the loser would not lose the formation:

"I am an officer of the Soviet Union, a colonel at the regimental level!"

"I am the supreme commander of this camp, you are acting traitorously!"

"You, you all want to be accused of treason?"

When everyone heard this, they stopped unconsciously, fear suddenly appearing in their eyes.

Facing this former boss, his tyrant-like intimidation can still shock people's hearts until now.

Lev, the leader of the inner circle, suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed:

"Shikov, just you, you still want to accuse us of treason?"

When Shikov heard this, he suddenly turned around and discovered Lev hiding in the crowd.

"As expected, it's you! Good! Very good! You two are in cahoots together!"

The "you" in his mouth were, of course, Lev and his deputy.

"Shikov, it's time to pay for your atrocities!"

Lev said, raising his gun and pointing it at Shikov.

"Hang him!"

Someone in the crowd shouted loudly.

Shikov's eyes changed instantly!

Immediately afterwards, more people shouted angrily:

"Hang him! Hang Shikov!"

The angry crowd urgently wanted to kill Shikov to vent their anger.

Most of these people, brought by Lev, had been "exiled" by Shikov to work as hard labor in the mining areas.

Those dark days when they were physically and mentally exhausted were the deepest fears in their lives and the experiences they most wanted to erase.

In the general consciousness of Europeans, beheading is not the most cruel punishment.

On the contrary, only those so-called aristocrats can enjoy the clean and simple punishment of beheading.

For civilians, most people are executed in an extremely painful way: hanging.

Later, hanging became a humiliating method of execution.

If you want to humiliate someone and give him the most degrading death, then hang him!

After death, they would be hung from a tree and displayed in the downtown area for people to despise.
To be continued...