She hurled the skullcap in her hand as hard as she could toward the armored cash truck in the distance.
Then she threw the disgusting head in her hand not far away, in the same direction.
The two men watching Alex's actions instantly understood her plan.
Simple: shift the trouble elsewhere and make the wolves fight the tigers!
The two carried the corpse and tossed it together at the most conspicuous spot by the entrance. Once they were done, they immediately took Alex and hid together.
Woooo—!
The hoarse, muffled roar of an engine came from the right side of the cabin.
The sound paused at the cabin entrance for a moment, then started up again, roaring violently as the accelerator was pushed to the limit as it sped toward the skullcap.
Only then did the three emerge, smug smiles spreading across their faces.
Then they followed Andrei to the second-floor attic. From the pile of bloody, rotten clothes of all sizes and styles, he found a set of work clothes.
He had discovered it while hiding earlier.
A satchel hung from the clothes.
Andrei opened it along one exposed corner. As he pulled out the contents, he said, "These are a miner's clothes. The moment I saw what was sticking out, I recognized it as detonators."
"Let me make it a C4 to welcome it home!"
"After all, once you've avenged your husband, you always need to celebrate."
Andrei picked up the explosives and took a deep sniff. The faintly choking scent of sulfur brought memories flooding back into his mind.
For someone with mild postwar trauma, that familiar smell made him feel as though some restraint had been lifted.
It was the restraint imposed by the rules of modern cities.
Following the memories in his mind, he skillfully