At 4:25 p.m., outside the main gate of the Russian 93 Steel Plant, the members of the Guns and Roses moved the barricade to let the convoy in front of them slowly drive in.

There were four jeeps in total, and a dozen people sat on them, all of them lean men, armed with weapons, and did not say a word from beginning to end.

It wasn't until all four cars had entered the gate of the steel mill that the gang members guarding the gate had put the sturdy barricades back at the door.

Soon, the people in the jeep got out of the car one after another, all of them were yellow-skinned and black-eyed Oriental faces, led by a sturdy middle-aged man, with a big belly, wearing a Carney-yellow military uniform, with a Browning pistol pinned to his waist, looking very magnificent.

The middle-aged man swaggered to the front, and the dozen or so subordinates silently followed behind, looking loyal.

With the appearance of these people, the members of the Guns and Roses bandits poured out from all directions, like rats hiding in a hole in the ground, not knowing their true number until they were fully revealed.

Soon, at least hundreds of gang members appeared around, most of them carrying old-fashioned AK-47s in their hands, and some of them were carrying vodka bottles, just crookedly, shaking their heads and surrounding the outsiders in the middle.

"Is that you, my old friend General Kim?" said a bold and powerful voice from the office on the second floor of the steel mill.

This voice is full of masculine charm, the voice is like a person, and no one has been seen yet, just hearing such a rough voice is enough to imagine that the owner of this voice is definitely a typical Russian man, a representative of a fighting nation.

Sure enough, what emerged from the third floor was a strong man with a height of 1.95 meters, his figure was burly, strong and powerful, almost like an adult brown bear in a military coat.

"Chief Chekhov, it's me! I'm Jinhe! Your complexion is getting better! You're stronger than the last time I saw you!" replied the Oriental standing in the middle of the square.

At this time, the Russian macho man in a military coat jumped directly from the guardrail on the third floor.

In the midst of an exclamation, Chekhov fell to the ground with a bang, his huge body smashing the floor with a loud noise, and causing laughter all around.

The gang members who saw this scene were very happy, and they had no reason to be unhappy, because their leader Chekhov was so powerful and possessed extraordinary power, and it was their honor to be able to follow such a strong leader.

Jin He was obviously startled, because he couldn't imagine that jumping from such a height at Chekhov's weight would only make the floor tremble, which showed how strong this guy's bones and muscles had become.

"Don't talk nonsense, did you bring something?" Chekhov didn't seem to have much respect for this so-called friend Jin He, and the title just now was more just a polite greeting.

Jin He froze, nodded and said, "Of course I brought it!

Chekhov waved his hand, and immediately a gang member used a forklift from the open warehouse to launch a half-worn electronic device, the size of half a jeep, with a brand new Apple laptop attached to it, and the screen was on.

As soon as Jin Ha saw the electronic device, his eyes immediately lit up, and he motioned for his subordinates to go over and check.

Two young men with slightly thin bodies quickly ran up to the device and tapped quickly on the computer screen, which immediately flashed red and blue.

"Stuff is fine. One of them turned and said.

Jin He's eyes quickly glanced at the side, and after confirming the eyes with someone, he said loudly: "Bring the box and give it to Mr. Chekhov." ”

Immediately, someone strode forward, opened a silver lockbox, and handed it to Chekhov.

In this silver metal lockbox, twelve test tube injections were neatly placed, all of which were sealed intact.

Chekhov stretched out his arm, and with a casual touch of his fingertips, he pinched one of them into his hand.

Bang! The needle shattered between Chekhov's fingers, but the sharp shards of glass could not hurt him in the slightest, not even the skin.

Chekhov's nose twitched twice, sniffing the liquid that had spilled from the test tube, and his face was filled with intoxication.

Not only him, but even the members of the gang around him stared at the box with intoxicated eyes, as if they were staring at the residue in Chekhov's palm.

Chekhov put his palm to his mouth, snorted his tongue, and sucked the liquid in the test tube into his big mouth along with the test tube, and then chewed it vigorously.

It was a very unpleasant experience to hear the creaking sound of chewing glass coming from the mouth of the Chekhov chief.

"Good! really good! not bad!" said the Chekhov chieftain, muttering indistinctly.

Seeing that the other party was already getting high, Jin He waved his hand and motioned to his subordinates to remove the pile of electronic equipment on the forklift.

"Wait a minute!" Chekhov roared as his eyes widened suddenly.

"Mr. Chekhov, is there anything else?" Jin He's face changed slightly, and he asked in a deep voice.

Chekhov shook his head vigorously, as if he wanted to sober up a little from the surging medicinal power, and then grinned, and said with a smile: "This Patriot missile defense system is worth about 300 million US dollars, and you exchange it for twelve high-purity secret medicines, I think the price is okay."

However, it's not very useful for you to just buy the defense system and go back, I still have ten intact THAAD missiles here, you only need to bring ten more secret pills of this purity level, and I will exchange them with you! How about this proposal?"

Jin He was startled when he heard this, and his eyes glanced at someone beside him again.

The current market price of each of the 10 THAAD missiles is about $1.5 million, and the price of 10 missiles is between $15 million and $20 million at most.

Now Chekhov actually wants to use less than a tenth of the value of something, and then exchange ten potions, this is simply a robbery! What does he want to do?

"Mr. Chekhov, are you joking?" the smile on Jin Ha's face was reluctant, because he knew very well that this kind of joke would kill people.

"No, no! I'm never kidding! It's a serious offer. My friend, if you can't decide on this matter, ask the one of you who can decide to talk to me. Chekhov smiled and said with a smile.

Obviously, he did not regard Jin He as a friend on an equal footing, and the so-called friend was just a title.

Jin He's brows furrowed even deeper, he pondered for a moment, and finally spoke: "I can't be the master of this matter. If Mr. Chekhov wants to talk, then please take a trip to the Golden Triangle, right?"

As soon as these words came out, Chekhov suddenly burst out laughing.

As he laughed, the gang members around him also laughed, and the laughter echoed over the empty steel mill, like a group of demons dancing wildly.

"The climate in the Golden Triangle is not suitable for me! To go to that kind of place, why don't you lie in bed and drink two more bottles of vodka! Don't hide anymore, come out! I know you're here!" Chekhov shouted with a murderous face.

Jin He was stunned when he heard this, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

Not only him, but even the Golden Triangle warriors behind him also clenched their guns one after another, fully alert, ready to fire at any time.

"Ahem, ahem!" At this moment, a violent cough that was extremely incongruous suddenly came from Jin He's side.

The guy who had been standing on the left side of Jin Ha and had made eye contact with him twice suddenly took half a step forward and walked in front of General Jin Ha, blocking him behind him.

The man tore off the military hat on his head, revealing his gray hair, shook his head, and smiled: "Chekhov, do you want to talk to me?"

As soon as this person appeared, the gang members under Chekhov suddenly became a little nervous inexplicably.

Because of that iconic big round face, coupled with this head of gray hair, this person's identity is already ready to be revealed.

He is the warlord commander of the Golden Triangle, Liu Niuer.

This person's experience is legendary, born penniless, mixed in Myanmar casinos when he was a teenager, with his ruthless hands, pulled up a group of people to enter the Golden Triangle mixed food, and spent 20 years to become a big warlord leader, and made a name for himself in the Golden Triangle.

When everyone thought that his career had stopped there, he turned out to be on a thick thigh again, and became the agent of a powerful secret medicine venerable, dominating all the forces in the Golden Triangle and occupying the jungle city.

Even these foreign bandits who are mixed in on the Sino-Russian border know Liu Niuer's prestige, and when they see this overlord of one side appearing at this moment, of course, they look like they are facing a great enemy.

Seeing Liu Niu'er take the initiative to appear, only that Chekhov was still as steady as Mount Tai, and the expression on his face did not fluctuate in the slightest.

"Sure enough, it's you!haha! I guessed right! Looks like Lady Luck should sleep in my bed tonight!" Chekhov laughed.

Liu Niu'er remained silent, just stared at him very calmly, with a look of caring for the mentally retarded.

"Let me guess how many secret pills do you have, ten, or twenty?" said Chekhov with a smile.

Liu Niu'er smiled slightly, the expression on her face was not shocked, and she shook her head and said, "You are wrong! Are you underestimating me?"

"Do you have thirty pills? Impossible! It is impossible for those perverts in Hainault's laboratory to let so many secret pills flow outside!" Chekhov was slightly stunned, and actually shook his head.

"I still have a hundred!" Liu Niu'er shouted.

As soon as these words came out, the audience was shocked, and even Chekhov's eyes showed undisguised greed.

"But, do you dare to rob it?" Liu Niu'er's next sentence was full of disdain, and he proudly reprimanded with a condescending posture.