Chapter 2 Section 1

The once mighty military empire, once its glory is gone, the evil laughter echoing in the cracks is extraordinarily loud. The Soviet Republic, which calls for communism, has a military force that can overwhelm the Western world, and a belief that is as respectable as steel, after the pillars of the empire collapsed, the ruble depreciated sharply and became worthless waste paper overnight.The name of the power has also been simplified from the Soviet Republic to Russia, which seems to be a metaphor. In the 21st century, Russia's financial order has gone from bad to worse. The government is indefinitely in arrears with military salaries, has no funds to maintain the endless tanks and armored vehicles, and does not have enough fuel to launch well-equipped fighter jets into the air.Pride is a passing cloud of vanity.Today Russia has become a strange exporter of military supplies.

As long as there are US dollars, any rich man can buy brand new military helicopters, tanks with numbers scraped off, mercenaries who are hungry and about to rebel in Russia, and establish their own territory in a beautiful castle. Many Western countries have come to this technological powerhouse to "search and buy" a large number of unemployed scientists, whose fields span biology, medical care, satellite communications, and virus research. There are even terrorist organizations going to Russia to recruit like-minded partners, intending to retaliate against this unfair world.Many amazingly powerful missiles were secretly packed on container ships and headed to Syria, Iran, Libya and other enemies in the Western world. ——

In 2012, Moscow. This year's winter is particularly cold, and even the daytime is darkened by heavy wind and snow. On the outskirts of the city, an old castle that once belonged to a tsar as a hunting lodge is now the small kingdom of a drug lord who got rich on cocaine. The castle is heavily guarded, and the big drug lords will occasionally patrol around the castle with a smiley face in their collection of Arak tanks. If they are happy, they will fire a cannon to blow down a few big trees, making birds and beasts startled. fly. If there is another coup in Russia or some unexpected danger, there are still two helicopters in the courtyard of the castle that are fully fueled and ready to take off.The two wings of the helicopter are equipped with heat-conducting missiles controlled by microcomputers, which are enough to escape.

Not only the castle itself, there are outposts with live ammunition within three kilometers around the castle. Anyway, the ammunition is quite cheap, and the price of mercenaries has been reduced by 20% recently.In a world of volatile prices, the only thing that keeps going is drugs. Three military jeeps drove into the forest road next to the castle and disappeared into the white snow all at once. "Tsk tsk, it looks like there is a new secret passage in the woods." Sac blinked behind the military binoculars. Sark squatted on the hill above the castle, his fur coat was covered by thick snow.He has been in ambush for three hours, and the precious vodka at his feet is a warm-up treat to accompany him in the cold.

"Do you want to rush in?" Lydia picked up the vodka, took a sip, and refreshed herself. "Are you impatient to live? The risk is too great, and you hardly know what's going on inside. It's still the old way, safety first." Sac looked at his watch. Three o'clock in the afternoon.But under such cloudy weather, there is not much difference between day and night.Both to humans and to vampires. "Safety first? Hmph, that's not what a top hunter should say." Lydia sarcastically screwed on the cap of the wine bottle and placed it by her feet. "Whatever you say. You like to die, but others don't have the pleasure." Sac took out the military radio, tuned to the agreed channel, and notified other hunter partners to start preparations.

Lydia didn't refute, she just breathed into her hands.Really cold. There are three cars going in, and there are definitely more than three cars coming out.According to experience, it will be more than doubled at least. "The target is about seven jeeps, maybe more. Highly armed, the target is between 25 and 30, and it should be Planjev. Light one to set fire, point two and three to arrange, block A and block B Prepare the seat, put C and lock D, and assign seven to three. Remember, multiple protections, safety first.” Sak’s words followed the codes used in the Secret Police period.

The National Secret Police has been unable to pay a decent salary as the treasury has been carved up and emptied by politicians.Under such a sinister political and economic environment, the transactions between vampires, drug lords, and military strongmen became more and more intense. Sachs simply led a large number of colleagues to change jobs, and became vampire hunters. Ask for payment. Lydia is Sark's partner. The kind of partner who makes love once in a while, keeps each other warm in freezing temperatures but never says they love you. Because of this, Sac would occasionally call on prostitutes and strike up a conversation with drunk women in taverns, but Lydia didn't care and didn't want to.Likewise, Lydia wanted to hook up with some young lad to spend the night by the fire, and Sac just smoked a cigarette and looked out the window.

For a vampire hunter living in Russia, excess emotion will only hinder the mission, and his own life.So going to bed is nothing more than cheap physical exchange, with no other meaning. "After this time is over, I really want to take a vacation." Lydia said. She has always wanted to travel. France, England, Austria, Germany, even Asia or Africa.Anywhere is good, just find a place where it is not snowing now.When the sun is enough, come back and kill vampires, or be killed by vampires.all good. Just want to travel. "Okay, you can take your vacation as you like. It doesn't matter even from now on." Sac responded coldly: "It's just that you can't get paid if you don't have a mission. The principle of fairness."

"Horse." Lydia unscrewed the wine bottle again.