World War I

Chapter 85 Thinking about life

The climate and geographical conditions of Siberia's high latitudes cause war relics to sink into the soft soil during the rainy season; the war souvenirs wrapped in the neutral soil are therefore well preserved.

Therefore, diggers can always get almost new World War II relics with excellent quality and sufficient quantity.

Therefore, some tomb robbers cannot make a fortune after several years, while some become rich overnight with just one hoe, and from then on they enjoy a good life with beauties on their left and right, villas, luxury cars, and fighting against the sky.

Here comes the point, whether you get rich or not is not important.

Doing this is dangerous and you might even lose your life.

In the battlefield jungles for decades, situations such as stepping on mines and exploding rotten eggs are common. Without some military common sense, it's Game Over, let alone making money.

Some diggers dug up a soldier's belt buckle and reached out to pull it, but unexpectedly they pulled out a grenade fuse.

This is faster and more ferocious than the Rabbit family's tomb passage mechanisms, black smoke, crossbows, mercury, and pits.

Of course, tomb robbing is illegal in any era and any place.

The Russians have introduced a bill to impose heavy penalties on the looting of World War II war relics and lost soldier graves, but the results have been disappointing. Black Diggers not only target sparsely populated areas, but also bribe the police to ensure their own safety.

Why are there so many tomb robbers? In one word, it’s because they are poor, especially after the collapse of the Soviet Union.

This crazy little truck should be from the 50s. It has been driven for almost fifty years and it is still running. The things made by the Russian bear are really tough and durable.

Fyodor was driving, looking very excited.

While driving, he sternly warned One-Eye and Pan that this matter must not be leaked, otherwise I would let your blood flow until it dried up! Alternatively, burying you in the grave is also an option, it's your choice.

As the nephew of Director Anthony, his prestige is still a deterrent to One-Eye and Panzi.

But he said it over and over again, it was not a simple matter of intimidating One-Eye and Plate.

He was trying to scare Turgenev, who was sitting in the back row.

When Turgenev appeared, he almost wondered if he had glaucoma in both eyes.

How could Luo Ye invite this plague god?

Whenever I think about the days when the male police officers were beaten up by this guy in the dormitory, I feel so unhappy. Besides, this guy is from St. Petersburg, how could he be in the same boat with them?

Luo Ye, you piece of dead pork!
But they were already here, Turgenev knew everything, so the only thing he could do was to make amends.

My uncle is the director of the Public Security Bureau. You better behave yourself, or I will bury you in the tomb after I rob it.

Fyodor couldn't figure it out, and of course One-Eye and Panzi couldn't figure it out either. Fyodor was such a suspicious guy that even they didn't believe him. If they hadn't been in a hurry to finish the work and couldn't find anyone for the time being, they wouldn't have called them unless they had no other choice.

But Luo Ye didn't think so. He was good at judging people, and the more someone looked like Turgenev, the more reliable he was. Turgenev sat quietly in the back, swaying with the swaying of the pickup truck.

In the past, no matter how the car shook, he would maintain his special police posture, with his upper body straight, his hands on his thighs, and his eyes looking straight ahead.

Luo Ye had seen a Zhongnanhai bodyguard sitting in the same posture as him once. Although he thought his guard posture was good, he felt ashamed compared to this person.

It seems that his confidence has been shaken because he got on a pirate ship?
But I'm doing this to solve the case. You're discrediting yourself, you idiot!

"Feodor, can you drive slower? My pelvis is almost turning into a woman's!"

One-Eye couldn't stand this kind of bumpy ride.

"Hold on, guys, we'll be there soon."

"Could that guy be playing tricks on us? He just walked around and said there was a treasure there. He's not that amazing, is he? Is he a war historian or a history teacher? Did he serve as Chief of Staff in World War II?"

"Don't be ridiculous. Do you think a three-year-old can be the chief of staff?"

"How is that possible since he's from the Survey Bureau?"

Panzi: "Fedoro, if any of us policemen were fooled by that man, we would have shot you on the spot. The cookie you drew is really too big. The higher your hope, the easier it is to fall to your death."

The three people in front were chattering, and Luo Ye was thinking about something.

Turgenev finally spoke: "You are still worried, aren't you?"

"I'm worried? Of course, what if we can't dig up treasure? If the white-haired bear really has this ability, we are fighting against a master. Let's be alert and don't mess it up."

Fyodor: "The sheriff is right. Don't mess it up. I'll deal with whoever messes it up."

Panzi: "Why are you so fierce? Did Sonya's round butt irritate you?"

"Yes, you are right. When I have money, I will hit her to death with money. I don't believe I can't deal with her."

This group of people will be fighting all night tonight, so Luo Ye generously brought all four boxes of cigars that the director rewarded him.

Everyone in the car was holding a cigar, even Turgenev, who didn't smoke much, had one in his mouth. He was thinking about life in the white smoke.

It was ten o'clock in the evening when the truck arrived at the ranger station.

A group of people carried shovels, spades, hoes and other tools and headed towards their destination.

(End of this chapter)