<span><span><span><span>The bear shook his head vigorously, "No." His blue eyes looked at Chen An as if he had something to say.


    <span><span><span><span>"I know what you want to ask. Don''t say anything superfluous if you don''t want me to kick you off the boat." Putting down the chopsticks, Chen An turned around and walked to the cab, "Wash the dishes."


    <span><span><span><span>"Me? Again?"


    <span><span><span><span>"Problem?" The man immediately turned around and red at Ivanov, firmly hitting Ivanov in the chest.


    <span><span><span><span>Ivanov quickly raised his hands to surrender and smiled obsequiously, "I dare not."


    <span><span><span><span>After lunch, they set sail and Chen An was in charge of the helm. In case of any ident, Ivanov continued to repair the. If they still could not find diesel oil and freshwater on the next ind, they could only rely on sending a distress signal after the repaired.


    <span><span><span><span>Fortunately, for the next few days, the sea was rtively calm and the weather was sunny with no big storms. However, judging from the weather data stored in theirputers, there were frequent air whirls in this area, and it was rtively safe to dock in the absence of resources.


    <span><span><span><span>Except for the abnormality of that day, there was no other anomaly in Chen An.


    <span><span><span><span>Although Ivanov would offer a "bed-warming" service every night, Chen An just kicked him away every time without exception. Ivanov missed that night when Chen An was held in his arms like a big cat.


    <span><span><span><span>Ivanov would be mercilessly kicked off once he touched Chen An, let alone to have some healthy sports with him. He seemed to live a life of "the poor wife" rejected by "cruel husband". But when the diesel oil ran out, they finally arrived on the ind.


    <span><span><span><span>…


    <span><span><span><span>…


    <span><span><span><span>A rubber dinghy was lying quietly on the coral-covered sand beach. Near it were the footprints of two men walking towards the ind.


    <span><span><span><span>The distance from the beach to the U.S. military base was less than two kilometers. This time, theirnding was obviously different from thest one. It was probably that the U.S. military had just withdrawn for more than a year, and the houses disyed in front of them werepletely not as rotten and dpidated as thest one.


    <span><span><span><span>Judging from the appearances, all the houses were as clean and tidy as if there were people living in, but all the houses were locked.


    <span><span><span><span>For Chen An and Ivanov, two men who were familiar with arms,ing to the air base was likeing to their own home. They knew theyout of the whole ce very well.


    <span><span><span><span>"It''s locked." Chen An tried to open the door of the house in front of him, but failed.


    <span><span><span><span>"Let me try." The bear kicked the door directly, but he got nothing but his own scolding on his feet pain.


    <span><span><span><span>Chen An endured it without rolling his eyes. Why did Russians always act like this? When confronted with problems, they liked to meet it head-on and always used rough and direct methods.


    <span><span><span><span>"Your leg injury recovered? Go to the other side if you don''t want the pain to recur." Chen An motioned to him with disfavor in his eyes.


    <span><span><span><span>"Dear, I am so touched by your concern." Although his leg injury was all because of Chen An.


    <span><span><span><span>"I just don''t want to take care of you." Chen An squatted down, bowed his head and searched something in the backpack.


    <span><span><span><span>The man''s frank answer made Ivanov very sad. "Do you know where I feel more pain than my leg? It''s my heart! My heart hurts, old fox!"