Far away in Moscow

Chapter 239 Drunken Horse Sword and Gun

"What are you doing? Kui Ye came here with a sharp knife, do you want to hurt someone with a knife?" The round face sank like water, and he stretched out his hand to block the approaching residents, and shouted loudly: "Everyone calm down, these little thieves are nothing serious Yes. Our Abalensk is a civilized and law-abiding place, so there is no need to go to war."

The round face probably has more prestige in the town, the villagers stopped and surrounded Hu Yi and others in a small circle with a radius of less than three meters.Fatty Andre held a shovel in his hand and pestered the ground, staring coldly at the tall one, muttering dissatisfaction in his mouth.

"Mikhailov, are you there?" The round face stood on tiptoe and looked out.

"He's not here! I don't know where he's gone!" someone replied.

"Victor! Ruslan! Alexander!" The round face called out several names in succession: "Who's here? Let's deal with these dangerous outsiders!"

"Come... come..." A thin, middle-aged man squeezed through the crowd and came to the side of the round face unsteadily: "Who? Who dares to hurt someone with a knife?"

"A few of them." The round face calmly pointed at Hu Yi and the others: "What should we do?"

"Huh? There are a lot of people." The middle-aged thin man took a closer look with drunken eyes, took a step back and took a police uniform and a belt from others, first put the police uniform on his body, and then hung it from the belt. He took out a pistol from his holster, raised it tremblingly and pointed at them: "You... a few! All... Hiccup! Don't move!"

The police officer was thin and short, with a greasy side part, a small black beard on his upper lip, blue eyes with swollen eye bags, and he was drunk.White hiking shoes, red sweatpants, even wearing a police uniform and holding a pistol on the upper body, there is still no sense of oppression, and the whole aura is weak.

But what he was holding was a gun, which was more terrifying in the hands of a drunk than in the hands of a normal person.Hu Yi hurriedly touched the people around him, and then raised his hands first: "Officer! We will not move, please calm down, can you put the gun away first?"

The tall man put the saber back into its sheath tactfully, and imitated Hu Yi's example and raised his hands.

"The gun... can't be taken... because you are... dangerous." The skinny police officer explained seriously, and then slightly shook the barrel of the gun at the tall man: "Knife, throw it away, throw it on the ground."

The Bacha obediently put their knives by their feet, and just as they straightened up, a chubby middle-aged man emerged from the crowd. He was dressed similarly to the skinny man and looked like a policeman.

"Vi...Victor, what should I do?" The skinny policeman asked loudly vaguely.

"Take...back. Shut...up first..." The fat policeman was not much more sober than his thin colleague, holding on to the arms around his round face to barely stand, as if he was about to fall down at any moment.

"Take...back?" The thin man frowned slightly, and stretched his head unsteadily: "Oh, there are...too many people, we must...drive more cars..."

"Hahahaha! How many more cars will you drive?" The fat policeman raised his stomach and smiled, "Our overall situation is just... one police car..."

"What kind of car do you drive?" The round face pushed the fat policeman away: "Is the police station 100 meters away from here?"

"Well... yes... let's go!" The skinny policeman threw his head at Hu Yi: "You guys! Come with me...to the police station!"

"Follow up!" The fat policeman staggered and pushed Yabalov, and lay on his shoulder.

Although the two policemen were terribly drunk, there were still hundreds of angry residents around them. Hu Yi and the others did not dare to make a fuss, and obediently followed behind the skinny policeman.Round Face and Yabalov picked up the fat policeman, arranged for someone to put away the daggers on the ground, and walked with them to the police station in the town.

The police station is not far ahead, and many residents in the square also ran to watch the excitement.The skinny policeman took out the key and searched for a long time, then opened the door awkwardly: "Come in...quick..."

The police station was brightly lit, but quietly empty.Hu Yi took the driver and five Baqia into the house, shivering with bare feet: "Huh! I'm freezing to death, but the house is still warm."

The round face looked at the wet pants of him and Yabalov, and turned to the residents behind him: "Who has clothes suitable for these two people? Please bring some clothes for them to change, and don't let the Muscovites freeze to death." In our town."

The crowd burst into laughter, and the fat and thin policeman sat in front of an old table, motioning for Hu Yi and others to line up: "Certificate... Take it out!"

The seven people each took out their passports and handed them over, and the two policemen opened them one by one, holding them up in front of their eyes with great effort while examining them and interrogating them.

Soon someone brought a lot of clothes, Hu Yi and Yabalov got into a nearby hut, put the wet clothes on the heater to dry, picked out some clothes that fit them, and suddenly felt Dry and warm.

When I walked out of the room, I saw the tall and long-faced people standing with their backs against the wall with smirks on their faces. The fat policeman was lying on the ground sprawled and snoring.

The skinny policeman still barely sat on the chair, propped his head on one hand, opened and closed his eyes, and continued to interrogate incoherently: "Moscow... is far away. I have been to... do you like it? Yes...Moscow...too many people... not good! I said, why don't you... move to Abalensk... let's... hiccup!"

Hu Yi chuckled, turned his head and looked at the round face helplessly: "Brother, we are not bad people. These two police officers are both drunk, or else..."

Before he could finish speaking, the crowd at the door divided, and a strong policewoman walked in.She was dressed very neatly, although she was drunk on her face, she was obviously not drunk, she was just a little tired, and her hair was a little messy, most likely she was called here in her sleep.

"Victor? Ruslan?" The policewoman kicked the table angrily, "Look at you two guys! What do you look like!"

"Ah! Elena! Dear!" The skinny policeman burped, "You... you're here..." He closed his eyes and lay down on the table with a "boom".

"It's not enough once you drink, it's shameful. Come quickly and help them to rest!" The policewoman sat down on the table loudly, her eyes swept over the faces of Hu Yi and the others: "You guys, Attempted murder?"

"No, no!" Hu Yi hurriedly waved his hands: "We are just here to find someone, and there was a little misunderstanding. Cough... there are too many rules in your town."

"It's usually not like this. Today is a competition day. The situation is special." The female policeman seemed to understand their feelings very well, and smiled as she looked through the documents on the table one by one: "Who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for a young Chinese, and a middle-aged man named Andre. But there are many Andres here, and we met a few in a row, but none of them." Hu Yi smiled bitterly and took out his mobile phone: "Call Called several times, but no one answered.”

"Andre, it's really hard to find if you only know the name." The policewoman nodded: "Try calling again."

The phone got some water just now, and Hu Yi turned it off as soon as he got out of the pool, but fortunately it can still be turned on now.After dialing the number, he listened to it for a while, then shrugged and said, "No one answered."

"Let me see the number." The female policeman reached out to him: "Here is the address book of the town. Let me find your Andre."

"That's great! Thank you!" Hu Yi hurriedly handed over the phone.Just as the female policeman was about to pick it up, suddenly the skinny policeman who had been helped to rest on a bench in the corner of the hall babbled twice, and waved his hand in a daze: "Who! Whose phone rang... I hate it... It's so noisy..."

(End of this chapter)