Krulney is a smart person, truly a smart person.
Yarebin had never seen Krulney, nor did he know what Krulney should look like. He chuckled and whispered to the approaching Glewatov, "Take him away."
Glewatov got into the car, pulled Krulney’s hands, which were tied behind his back, and directly dragged Krulney out of the car. When Krulney hit the ground heavily, he couldn’t help but cry out in pain, but imdiately closed his mouth.
What should be said must be said, and it should be said quickly. When it’s not the ti to speak, not even a sound should co out.
Krulney is a smart person and also talented, but recently Krulney’s situation has been genuinely miserable, absolutely miserable.
Yarebin, an old man over eighty, was pretty efficient at killing, but as for lifting people, it was entirely impossible for him. As for Glewatov, he’s not lacking in strength, but he couldn’t be bothered to carry or shoulder Krulney.
Yarebin tossed the rifle into the car compartnt, and with his hands behind his back, started tremblingly walking back. anwhile, Glewatov, with a gun in one hand, grasped Krulney’s collar with the other, dragging him forward on the ground.
Why not let Krulney walk himself? Because he had shackles on his feet. It’s not that he couldn’t walk, but his stride would be particularly small. He could only move little by little. Glewatov didn’t want to waste ti letting Krulney walk slowly by himself, nor did he want to carry Krulney, so he could only drag Krulney along.
But Krulney didn’t suffer for too long, as Lebyazhef and Rostotsky, who stayed behind, had already driven up towards Yarebin and them.
Yarebin opened the car door with a hand and directly sat in the passenger’s seat. Glewatov opened the rear car door and threw Krulney onto the back seat. It was truly a toss, so from this action, it was clear that although Glewatov looked slim and small, his strength was not small at all.
Tarta and Vasily drove the car that went into the desert back, and then directly onto the battlefield that was a total ss. After abandoning the two cars, they got into Rostotsky’s car, quickly following Yarebin. Once they drove a distance away, they pressed the detonator. With the explosion of the two cars, there was not a single trace left on the battlefield, not even a complete corpse could be found.
Nobody paid any attention to Krulney, so he kept his mouth shut and absolutely made no sound.
After the car started, Yarebin snapped his fingers, smiled, and said, "Notify soone to clean up the aftermath and send us to the ship."
After speaking, Yarebin turned his head to look back, then smiled and said, "This guy is very smart. I like smart people, so let’s remove his restraints. Smart people should receive good treatnt."
Glewatov didn’t speak. He turned on the car’s ceiling light and started fiddling with sothing. Soon, Krulney’s handcuffs were unlocked, followed by his shackles, but Glewatov didn’t remove Krulney’s hood.
Krulney was finally able to bring his hands to the front, so after sitting down properly, he placed his hands on his knees, wearing the hood, immobile, not even daring to take a deep breath.
Krulney felt like he was being taken around in circles, then even through the hood he could sll the sea breeze, so he knew he was at the seaside. When he heard the ship’s whistle and was pushed onto a swaying platform, he knew he was finally on the ship.
Getting on the ship ant safety, but Krulney also understood that getting on the ship ant he was going to suffer.
Krulney was pushed into a room, and then pushed to sit on a chair. At this ti, soone finally spoke to him for the second ti.
"You can take off the hood now."
Krulney took off the hood. After a long period of darkness, his eyes took a while to adjust before he could open them and see a white-haired, white-bearded old man sitting opposite him.
Seeing the old man opposite, Krulney couldn’t help but lick his lips. He was extrely thirsty, but since the other party didn’t speak, he dared not say anything.
Krulney felt that the old man opposite looked really kind and gentle, but unfortunately, Krulney couldn’t fool himself. He knew that this old man’s gentleness and kindness were just a façade.
Of course, Yarebin was neither kind nor gentle. He looked at Krulney with great interest, then pushed a glass of water at hand over, smiling, "I’ll ask, you answer. Understand?"
"Understand."
"Drink so water."
"Thank you, thank you very much!"
After Krulney finished drinking the water in one gulp and put the glass down still wanting more, Yarebin smiled and said, "You know why we’re here, right?"
Krulney imdiately said, "Ram invited you to either rescue or silence , or to rescue first and then silence as a by-the-way."
Krulney’s expression was quite concise and precise, and he didn’t waste any words trying to explain or plead for himself because he knew that what should be asked would naturally be asked, and it’s not too late to answer when he is questioned.
Yarebin was indeed very satisfied. He nodded, smiling, "Ram is my student. You are a smart person, so you should have discovered so characteristics of my student, right?"
Krulney imdiately replied, "He originally had the opportunity to kill and silence at a ti when I had no chance to divulge any secrets. If he had killed earlier, there wouldn’t be so much trouble. So at that ti, I really thought I was going to die, but he didn’t kill , so I think he’s very rciful. I’ve always been very grateful for that."
Yarebin pointed at Krulney, smiling, "rciful, I like your term. Yes, he is indeed rciful, although his rcy seems needless to , but I now respect his choice. I believe that as a teacher, one should allow one’s students to maintain their natural tendencies and habits, rather than training all students to be like . That would be like a Russian Matryoshka. Do you agree with my perspective?"
Krulney earnestly replied, "I very much agree with your perspective. Your perspective is extrely correct."
Yarebin spread his hands and laughed, "I am glad we have reached a consensus. Do you want more water?"
"Yes, if it’s convenient, thank you!"
Yarebin stood up, took the glass in front of Krulney, and smiled, "It’s convenient, just a mont."
Yarebin exited the small cabin, closed the door behind him, and walked a few steps forward. He smiled at the few people coming towards him, "This guy, hehe, you know I appreciate and am willing to treat smart people well, so I’ve decided to spare his life. Oh, give him another glass of water, and then begin."
Glewatov took the glass and said softly, "Yes, captain."
Yarebin nodded and took a few steps forward, then suddenly stopped. He turned back and said, "Not only do you have to spare his life, but also don’t be too rough. Don’t leave him with any life-affecting aftereffects, but plant a shadow in his heart so he never dares to betray my student. Never. Go."
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