War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 1573 Baba Yaga's Red and Pink

"It's a trap!"

Almost at the moment the exchange of fire began, before the sound of gunfire could be heard, Messer, who was holding the telescope, had already realized that something was wrong!

"boom!"

When gunshots were heard from a commanding height not far away, he was about to breathe a sigh of relief subconsciously, but then, the TT33 he had placed on the roof of the car was hit by a bullet with a "bang", and spun and slid under the car.

Almost at the same time, he also noticed that a piece of grass on the other side of the car body had been lifted up by itself. Then, a girl wearing camouflage clothes, a black mask, a knitted hat, dust glasses, and a blanket on her body stood up swiftly and walked over with a silenced Makarov pistol in both hands.

"Put your hand over here"

Asma said in Arabic, which she was almost certain the Mesir could understand, "Or I cut off your hand."

Sure enough, after hesitating for less than two seconds, Messer glanced at the satellite phone that was also placed on the roof of the car. In the end, he did not act rashly. He bent down and reached his hand to the edge of the car body.

However, he didn't expect that the girl standing by the car with a gun in her hand took out not handcuffs, but a bottle of perfume from her waist, pointed it at his face and pressed the squeeze pump.

Suddenly, under the stimulation of the burning unknown aqueous solution, Messer screamed and coughed, while he closed his eyes and tears flowed out.

After spraying the other person's eyes again, Asma, who was lying in ambush here alone, put away the perfume bottle, opened the car door, pulled Meshier down roughly, and tied his hands behind his back with a thick No. 8 iron wire.

After kicking the opponent in the knee and making him kneel on the ground, Asuma first picked up the TT33 pistol and disassembled it into parts, and then carefully checked several off-road vehicles.

Only after she was sure that there were no other enemies hiding did she put away the satellite phone that Messer had placed on the roof of the car, then looked up and waved to the sky.

Although Messer couldn't see anything at the moment, the faint buzzing sound above his head made him immediately guess that there must be a drone above his head.

"Are you Edward's people? What did he say? Ugh!"

Before Mesir could finish his words, Asma, who was shutting down the signal jammer at the yurt to restore radio communications, kicked the old man lying on the ground in the crotch.

"Next time you speak without permission, I will remove all the extra parts from your body."

Asma opened the back of the SUV and kicked Mesir again, "Stand up and climb into the trunk."

Hearing this, Messer, whose old face had turned red due to pain, struggled to stand up against the car body and glared at Asma fiercely.

"Crack! Crack!"

Asuma was not lenient with this old man. He took off his dust glasses and slapped him twice, "Get in the car!"

The burning pain on his face and the undisguised murderous intent in the girl's eyes made Meshier decide not to provoke anymore and he got into the trunk obediently.

With a bang, the trunk was closed, Asma got into the driver's seat, started the car and drove straight to the side of the yurt.

In a short while, the other girls had cleaned up the battlefield and stripped off all the clothes from the corpses. After taking photos for record, they threw all the clothes except for the documents, weapons and mobile phones into the bonfire.

"These people all have passports from the United States and Switzerland."

The girl named Yulia pointed to the documents lined up and said, "But they all came from Jiamada."

"Are you from Yishelie?" Asma asked Mesir who was lying in the trunk in Arabic after opening it.

"We are Americans," Mehill replied, "but we have the nationality of the United States."

"Let me deal with the bodies," Asuma said, looking at the other girls.

"We'll help you," the other girls gave a unanimous answer in tacit understanding.

"Lilia, no, Asuma, come together."

The girl named Yulia said that she was from Xulia, or more precisely, from the Xulia black market.

If Wei Ran was willing to look through the files on this young girl, he would know that she was bought by Ninel's men at a high price of $1500 in the underground black market near the Yodan refugee camp.

This was definitely a high price, and the reason why this girl was so "valuable" was simply because she was only 17 years old at the time, beautiful, "innocent" and educated.

At this point, Yulia was more aware of how "valuable" she was in the first place, and how lucky she was to be bought and join Hella.

Because in her nightmares, she had seen more than once those girls who were locked in iron cages and sold for $50 or even $30 - they were collectively called "living rotten meat."

Those nightmares that she could never forget made her and Asuma share almost the same deep hatred.

"Please load the body into the car."

Asma took a deep breath, opened the trunk of the SUV, put Meshir down first, then took out a wallpaper knife and roughly cut and tore off all his clothes.

Objectively speaking, this old man who looks to be in his sixties is definitely in pretty good shape among his peers.

Of course, the girls were not too interested in his figure. Instead, they all noticed the tattoo on his left chest.

It was a black rogue star, and right below the rogue star, there was the red word "269" - just like the tattoo on the chest of the other corpses.

“I thought you guys were so awesome.”

Asma, who was holding up her phone to take a picture of Mehir, sneered contemptuously.

"I want to see you guys."

"Crack! Crack!"

Before Messer could finish his words, Yulia had already swung the whip and hit his still snow-white buttocks hard.

"Oh!"

Asma kicked Meshir, whose buttocks were already bleeding, to the ground, and then tied his neck to the front bumper of a tractor not far away with a thick chain with a cowbell hanging on it, and put a smelly sheepskin tube on his head.

Compared to the sheepskin tube that blocks the vision, what really brings pain is the thick chain around the neck.

The chain was short enough that he couldn't even think of standing up. He could only squat on the front of the tractor that smelled of dog urine and press his neck against the front bumper of the tractor.

While Asma was busy, the other girls either worked together to lift the fresh corpses that were still warm onto the truck, or picked a lamb from the sheepfold and put it into the cargo bed, or drove over several other off-road vehicles that Messer had brought.

After a busy period, several cars drove slowly for more than half an hour in the dusk, and the truck driven by Asma himself stopped first.

On the grass right in front of the car, there was a wooden stake as thick as a thigh and less than two meters high.

Yesterday, when the girls worked together to drive the wooden stake here, they also tied two sheep here and cut each sheep's buttocks.

In just one day, the two sheep, one big and one small, had been eaten away, leaving only their nutritionless and indigestible skin and skeletal skulls. This was undoubtedly good news.

There was no communication at all. The girls pushed the door and got out of the car, pulled down the corpses one by one and threw them around at random. Then they used a rope to tie one leg of the sheep they brought high up on a wooden stake.

  Before the last body was pulled out of the car, the little lamb that realized something was wrong began to wail at the top of its lungs - little did it know that this would only make the predator appear sooner!

"Go, go."

Yulia patted Asuma's shoulder, put her arm around him and got into the cab of the truck.

Returning to the edge of the yurt, the girls checked the place again with extra care, then removed the canvas cover of the truck bed, sprinkled a thin layer of gravel on the bed, and sprayed a layer of diesel.

Finally, everyone took off all their clothes and threw them on the cargo bed. Asma picked up a disposable lighter he had found on Mesir and lit the cargo bed.

With a "whoosh", the truck's cargo bed began to ignite with burnt yellow flames.

Thanks to the sprayed fuel and the thin layer of sand, the flame was small enough, yet burned steadily and persistently enough.

In this unique bonfire that symbolized victory, the girls changed into the clothes they wore when they came, and walked into the yurt where the sound of singing was still floating.

They turned off the speaker, put away the mobile phones on it, and once again raised the drone for warning. Then everyone sat around the dining table filled with all kinds of delicious food and started a celebration banquet for their first victory.

At the same time, as night fell, a dark shadow pounced on a wailing lamb just like last night and ripped its throat easily.

A moment later, dark shadows gathered from all directions, biting the fresh food that was easily obtained, storing precious fat for the coming severe winter.

By late at night, the flames on the truck bed finally went out. The girls, who had already eaten their fill, waited patiently for the temperature of the burning and charred bed to drop. Then they climbed up and swept all the remaining sand and ashes into the sheep pen, and then fetched clean water to rinse it.

This was not the end. The girls found a large enough plastic barrel and filled it with diesel. They carefully cleaned all the weapons they had used and even the captured weapons and placed them neatly on the truck bed.

After everything was done, the girls took off their dirty clothes again and threw them into the iron bucket with the bonfire still burning. Then they divided into two groups and went into a yurt. They took a bath with the hot water prepared in advance and changed into a new set of clothes that they had brought with them but had never worn before.

At two o'clock in the morning, Asma, with her hair wrapped in a towel and the scent of shower gel still lingering on her body, dialed the only number recorded in the satellite phone left by Kalp.

As she and the girls around her waited patiently, the satellite phone rang twice and then was hung up. After waiting for about half an hour, Karp drove a minibus into the ranch.

"Is anyone hurt?" Karp asked with a smile as he opened the car door.

"No," Asuma replied, "No one of us was hurt."

Before she could finish her words, Yulia also dragged the naked Mesir over.

"Well done, get in the car," Kalp said with a smile.

"Those weapons and"

"Don't worry about it. Someone will take care of it." Kulp paused and added, "Leave Mr. Mehill here as well."

Upon hearing this, although Asma and others did not understand what he meant, they still kicked Mesir to the ground and got into the minibus carrying the empty suitcase.

"Tell me about your battle plan and the entire process," Kalp said as he turned the car around.

"Our only advantage is the surprise of priority fire"

Asuma and Yulia looked at each other and said, "In the first wave of firefights, we need to kill as many opponents as possible to gain firepower advantage, so."

As Karp and the girls were talking, the minibus slowly drove toward the airport. Karp would occasionally report information such as where the bodies were dumped via the radio in code that the girls could not understand. Less than half an hour after they left, a flatbed truck carrying a shabby excavator arrived at the body dumping site.

Amid the roar of the engine, the excavator waved its bucket to dig a deep enough pit, and then used a bulldozer to push all the bitten and mutilated corpses into the pit.

A few bags of sheep manure were sprinkled in as fermentation bacteria. The excavator pushed the excavated soil back in, and after filling the pit, it rolled it back and forth several times with its tracks.

"Next year the grass here will definitely be extra lush"

The old man operating the excavator muttered something incoherently, then skillfully drove the bulldozer onto the truck's cargo bed, turned around and drove towards a nearby ranch.

When he arrived at the ranch gate, an old man with a faint smell of alcohol was already waiting for him.

"Long time no see, Mr. Galkin."

"Long time no see, Batul. Your belly is rounder than the last time we met."

The drunken old man had already thrown a gold bar that was no bigger than a thumb to the other party before he finished speaking. "Please help me deal with the weapons and the off-road vehicle. I will take the person away."

"Leave it to me," Batur said casually as he took the gold bar.

Hearing this, the old man, who smelled slightly of alcohol, kicked Mesir, who was as dirty as a mud monkey, and said, "Hurry up and stand up. Do you still want me to give you a princess hug?"

Hearing this, Mei Xi couldn't help but shudder, and quickly stood up with difficulty, and obediently followed the former to the rear of a tattered van and got in.

First, a steel wire was used to tie Mehill's neck to the metal ring on the floor. Then the old man who came to pick him up took out a pair of pliers and cut the thick wire that tied Mehill's hands.

"You should thank me. If it's a few hours later, your hands will be damaged and you will have to use your toes to pick your nose."

Although the old man said this, it did not stop him from handcuffing his hands to two other iron rings on the floor, and driving wooden wedges into the keyholes of the handcuffs.

"You are not Edward's people, you are that one! Let go! Let go now!"

Mehir didn't even finish his words before he began wailing and begging in pain.

“I didn’t give you a chance to speak.”

The drunken old man said as he loosened the pliers and spared the soft flesh between Mesir's ribs. "This is just a warning. If you are so unruly next time, I will use the pliers to twist off all the flesh on your body bit by bit."

After saying that, the old man handcuffed Mesir's feet with the last two handcuffs and kindly covered him with a blanket and some grass.

A moment later, he carried three lively lambs into the car, then he got into the cab with satisfaction, started the tattered van and drove towards the city.

"Mesir caught"

Kazan, Kaban Lake, in the basement of the Time Library, Apoli hung up the phone and said with a smile, "It is expected to be delivered to Kazan at noon tomorrow. Victor, what are you going to do next?"

"Let's talk about it then"

Wei Ran yawned, stood up and walked out while asking, "Are any of those girls injured?"

"No, they performed very well." Apoli said with satisfaction.

"That's good. What are you going to do with them next?" Wei Ran asked the second question.

"When they come back, the office that Greva left for me will be used as their dormitory."

Apoli said with a smile, "In addition, tomorrow morning, several beautiful girls selected by Greva will also appear as Baba Yaga employees. After that, they will be packaged as heroes who defeated those American agents."

"It won't cause any trouble to the safety of them and their families, right?" Wei Ran turned his head and asked.

"Don't worry," Apoli responded confidently, but did not explain in detail.

Since the old guy was so confident, Wei Ran didn't ask any more questions.

In any case, at least the 14 new Hela girls will not live in his house, which makes him very satisfied.

The next day came in a blink of an eye. The Hela girls took the earliest flight from Ulaanbaatar to Ulan-Ude, and then followed Karp to take a train from Ulan-Ude to Irkutsk.

When they arrived at the airport and boarded the Il-76 transport plane that was about to fly to Kazan, in addition to the rich aroma of tropical fruits in the huge cabin, there was also an old man, Meshil, who was huddled there, almost naked, with a sheepskin tube on his head.

God knows which genius's masterpiece this is, but at this moment, this old guy not only has an underwear made of durian shell and nylon rope on his chest, but also a ball-shaped helmet made of durian shell in his crotch.

"Which bastard did this?" Karp cursed with a smile.

"The old fellow who sent him here"

The chatty captain Dmitri spread his hands and said, "The old guy also took away several durians and jackfruits."

Karp twitched his lips and didn't bother to say anything more. He took the girls into the cabin and sat down. "Before the plane lands in Kazan, you can choose your own captain and vice-captain."

Before he finished speaking, the girls all looked at Asuma and Yulia. Their ability to complete the mission this time was almost entirely due to their planning.

Between the two options of "being the captain" and "living longer with a more suitable person", these girls who had suffered so much knew very well which option was more realistic.

"It looks like it's you two."

Culp asked with a smile, "So who is it?"

"she"

Before Karp could finish, Yulia pointed at Asuma next to her and said, "She's the captain."

"Do you have a different opinion?" Kalp looked at Asuma.

Taking a deep breath, Asuma shook his head, "No."

"It's settled then." Karp smiled and slowly put on his eye mask and earplugs.

At 20: in the morning, the armored business car that Sui Sui often rode in stopped at the entrance of the Time Library.

As the heavy car door opened, one after another girls wearing light pink Adidas three-stripe uniforms and pink Adidas sneakers, as well as pink baseball caps, pink masks and pink polarized sunglasses came out.

The backs of the sportswear worn by these tall girls had the obvious Baba Yaga logo, and the ID cards on their chests clearly stated that they were employees of the "Baba Yaga Security Company."

However, when the wind blew across the documents pinned to the chest, the red and black thorn logo on the back was faintly visible.

Compared to this youthful, beautiful, rustic, ugly and good-looking pink outfit, these seven girls are from gangster backgrounds and their highest level of education is not even a high school diploma, but they are pretty girls and at least they have weapons in their hands.

Stun guns, tear gas, and two 23mm shotguns and a stack of bulletproof vests in the car.

But without exception, whether it was the stun gun, tear gas spray, the two large shotguns, or even the bulletproof vests, they were all changed into a sweet pink color, so that they looked less like weapons and more like COSPLAY props.

“Today is the first day of business for our Baba Yaga!”

The leading girl tied her hair into a high ponytail and put her mouth behind the loud speaker held by another girl next to her and said, "Even if it's for a monthly salary of 60,000 rubles, we have to protect this place!"

"Yes!"

The other six girls responded loudly, with high enthusiasm in their tone and in unison. The only regret was that the stun gun that one of the girls was waving around in her hand accidentally went off, and the two electric needles with wires on them hit the lamppost at the door, making a crisp "bang!" sound.

And the girl who got into trouble also nodded and bowed like a fawning servile man, trying to ease the little embarrassment.

Before the suspected captain's little girl could say anything, a nearby resident who happened to be going to the library to kill some time couldn't help but sneer, but at the same time couldn't help feeling a little envious.

Speaking of which, ever since the library opened, he would come here whenever he had time to kill the boring time after retirement. Naturally, he also knew clearly that the owner of this library was the historian who lived next door and was surrounded by women.

Although I am far from liking or hating the Chinese, as a man, envy and even jealousy are inevitable.

“It was just a little joke.”

The little gangster captain snapped her fingers and said, "Anyway, from today on, our job is to protect this library and our boss!"

"Yes!"

These pretty girls, who exuded an inharmonious loser temperament, let out a cry.

"Boss, how can we protect them?"

The little girl who accidentally fired the gun just now asked, "Do we search everyone who comes in? Or do we call all the thieves around here and beat them up?"

"Are you stupid?"

The leader of the gangster girls said angrily, "How could the boss let an idiot like you join us!"

"Of course it's because I'm pretty and have a good figure!" The hot girl puffed out her chest proudly, "So we are."

"We are security personnel! Security personnel who represent justice!"

The gang leader grabbed the loud speaker and shouted into the idiot's ear, "We are not gangsters!"

"You are not me, am I?"

The retired old man who was about to enter the library muttered unhappily, but there was no malice in his tone.

To be honest, everyone living nearby knows that ever since the gang using the red and black thorns logo appeared in this area, the local security has improved dramatically.

They also knew that before the historian moved in, the two houses were a mecca for drug addicts and homeless people.

But nowadays, let alone petty thieves and drug addicts, it’s hard to find a drunkard in these streets at night.

  As for these beautiful pink little girls.

Almost everyone who passed by here, who was familiar with this place but not particularly familiar with it, subconsciously had the same thought in their minds when they saw those silly and slightly cute little girls whose figures and looks were extremely attractive: the young historian who was surrounded by women must have changed his taste recently!